"CALM DOWN! JUST CALM DOWN!"

This schedule is fuckin' killing me. Noon-9 almost every day this week. That means I either have to get off work and wait 40 minutes for a bus or walk home. I generally choose the latter. But today! Jessie drove by and stopped and hollered and gave me a ride home. Yay. I loves her.

I really need my goddamn license.

And I'm hungry. Guh. Want. Soda.

I miss my baby and I can't see him until like Saturday. SAD.

I'ma go purchase a soda from the laundry room. Yep.

OH! And I came across this on my domain a few minutes ago and it made me so happy. But GODDAMNIT I MISS MY TERRY. AND MY CHEV. GUH!



Heeee.

DO NOT SHOOT YOUR MEATLOAF.

Ooooo I ordered a card reader last night for like $12 including shipping. This makes me happy. 'Cause now I can actually take non-camera phone pictures again. The cats have demolished the cable to my Samsung, so I haven't been able to get pictures off it for months. I'm very excited. Yessss. Been meaning to get one for a while now. Woooo.

Stretched my scheduled five hour shift into 8 hours today. Glory. Now my paycheck's only gonna be 8 hours short. Christ.

I AM GONNA END THESE GODDAMN CATS. UGH.

I'm sad. I don't get to see my Terry at all this week unless he wants to come over late as fuck and pass out here. Damnit. I hate my work schedule this week. HATEIT.

In other news! This is the best thing I've ever seen. EVER. Thanks, baby!

TRAFFIC-STOPPING INK!!!!

Wow. So I was walking back to the apartment from the 76 about a half hour ago and I got stopped by this dude on a motorcycle. About the tattoo on my calf. HEH. I was all freaked out that he was gonna try and hit on me or something 'cause I'm wearing Sarah's teeny shorts. He wanted to know where I got it and how much something like that would run him. Very weird, indeed.

Now I can add 'stopped on the street about ink by middle-aged biker' to my list of:

-crossing State via Grove with Sarah and getting "EMOS!!!!" screamed at us along with a poorly executed finger ('cause we BLEED fucking angst!!! HEH!).
-walking down 88th with Sarah whilst video blogging for no apparent reason and getting hollered at by an SUV full of guys right before they stopped at the light at State and switched cars with some of their buddies. Very odd. (video coming soon!)
-walking down State with Sarah and getting hollered at by lesbians. That one was good.

I'm sure there's more. Heh.

Anyhow. Mommy stopped by and I handed her a wad of cash and weeee. My loan will officially be paid off two paychecks from now. Maybe even one! I DUNNO! But it's exciting.

Yooooy. Then Terry's gonna come kidnap my ass and we're going STREAKINGGGG!!! NO! Swimming! Heh. BRING YOUR GREEN HAT!

Weird mood out of nowhere.

Goddamnit.

I feel like a horrible piece of crap. I really need to learn how to manage my time better. I'm honestly not avoiding anyone. I've just been really consumed with a ridiculously inconsistent work schedule, stress at work, dirty house, Terry, trying to prove to everyone that I can do this on my own, etc. If I had my license this wouldn't be such a problem, so I'm really gonna have to go do that. There are no excuses for why I haven't done it already. Ugh.

I'm really sorry, you guys. I suck. But I really do love you all.

ASS. Selling ass for heroin! ASSSS!!!

The house is now halfway in shambles. Heh. I can't really bring myself to clean the rest of it. Such as the kitchen. That motherfucker can wait. Heh. I can't believe I was actually able to walk my ass to the 76 for liquid crack-cocaine. Heh. I'll wait for that to kick in and then finish this place off. And by 'finish this place off', I mean 'burn this motherfucker down'. Shoot it in the face and not in a good way. Yup.

Speaking of burning my house down. Heh. Anyone want a goddamn kitten? We've got two we're getting rid of. And mommy. Key-Key has GOT to go. If not, then off to NOAH with them. 'Cause we really can't deal with or even afford to take care of five cats.

Ummm... yeah. I'm thinking I'm gonna need to get off my ass again soon and hop on a bus to Walmart for some cd-rs. I've needed some horribly for the last few months but I've been putting it off for forever. And I forgot to get some last night while I was illegally purchasing booze for Tomeka. Heh! Forgot the cd-rs but remembered the effing mayo. Good times.

I love... pants.

Okay. I need to go and re-calculate my budget and then maybe leave. And buy stuff. And burn this motherfucker down. Your face.

"FUCK YOU! GIMME A CIGARETTE!" *heh*

Well. That was fun.

Terry and I went to this party with some bands in Lake Stevens Saturday night. The cops started showing up right after the first band started playing. Heh. So everyone's shitfaced and the cops are waiting to bust drunk drivers at the end of the driveway, so no one can leave. Glory. Many many beers and an asskicking later (Toby and Terry beat the hell out of this beligerent asshole who was trying to start shit with a passed out Little Toby), Terry and I went back to his truck to try and go to sleep. I was sitting in the drivers seat with an unconscious Terry head in my lap. And I didn't sleep AT ALL. I sat there shivering to death for about 5-6 hours. Finally 7am rolled around, the cops were long gone and Terry woke up and was able to drive me home so I could get a couple hours sleep before I had to go to work at noon. HEH!

Other than all the shit, the party was pretty badass.

Work today sucked. End of story.

I'm sad. I didn't realize that I had tomorrow and Tuesday off. I DON'T WANT THOSE EFFING DAYS OFF. Guh.

I'm gonna sleep so goddamn good tonight. Then I'm gonna wake up and clean the everlasting shit out of this place. 'Cause it's pretty gnarly.

Garg. I miss muh babeh.

AHMFUG!

I'm up early for work for the first time in MONTHS. YAY! What was different this morning? I had to pee so fucking bad, I'm surprised I didn't piss in my bed last night. Heh. And miraculously, I got a text from my lovely at the same time. Heh. Leaving my phone clear across my room is helpful.

Yay. So I getta just sit and blehhhh for a couple more minutes before I leave to catch the bus. Woooo.

New visiting manager this week. We'll see how that goes.

Smokie-time.

Oh dear.

I am majorly, totally, butt-crazy in love, San Diego.

Way to mix up the movie quote-age. Heh.

Yeahhhhh. Spent the weekend over at Terry's drinkin' and whatnot. It was good times. I miss his face.

Ummm... work is good. The stock room is finally fucking clean and nicely organized. It's so goddamn fantastic.

Hmmmmm. So sickeningly, retarded in love. It's disgusting, really. But that's how we like it. Heeee. Just the sight of us together should send streams of projectile vomit hurtling out of people's faces. Heh.

I'ma go drink muh burrrr and smoke. Yep.

Christ.

So 4pm-1am ended up being 4pm-2:20am. Sarah and I just sorta walked out 'cause there was really nothing left for us to do and we were pretty fucking delirious by that point. Heh. Walked home in the rain. Just got here about 30 minutes ago. Fabulous.

But hey. At least all our shipment is processed now. Heh. We just have to HANG IT AND PUT IT OUT. UGH. *insert migraine here*

I dunno if I wanna go to bed or just sit here and ramble on. Hummmm. Or maybe I should make some food? I dunno. I'm really goddamn tired.

Guh.

*gooey gooey*

Finally got my cd. Heh. Heppy.

I've been so goddamn happy lately. Ugh. It's sickening, really. Terry and I are fucking retarded for each other and it's only been like 6 days. We can't keep our effing hands off each other. This is a new thing. I've NEVER been in a relationship like this where the affection levels are through the roof on both ends. Usually one of us is overly affectionate and the 'other half' either hates it or tires of it immediately. Yeah. Not this time.

And to think I was so hesitant about being with him. Heh! Oh darling. You're perfect.

Today. Ugh. Fucking inventory at work. I wanna go slam my head in a door repeatedly. Seriously. I would rather hurl myself off a cliff than have to hear "SKU CHECK, PLEASE!!!" one more fucking time. GUHHHH! Yep. 4pm-1am. Good times. But hey, at least I have the day off tomorrow.

I need a smokie.

Pluh.

Feeling really effing stressed right now for no apparent reason. Guh. What the shit.

And I'm tired. Oh so tired. And crampy. And bleehhhhhh.

But I gots paaaaiid. And that makes me heppy in pants.

I'ma go plop down on the couch and watch me some mind-numbing, glowing box until muh Terry gets here. Yup.

*rips hair out*

This is why I try to stay away from putting computers together. I get EVERYTHING in a tower, then realize something stupid like, "Oh wow! This motherboard is so fucking old it doesn't even have PS/2 ports in it! YAYGLEE!" So now Sarah's pretty much effed for having a computer. Heh. Unless we can figure out what the actual problem is in her tower. I'm pretty sure it's the motherboard, 'cause we plug it in, turn it on and can't get any video, even when we plug in a seperate video card ('cause her video is onboard). So yeah. Goddamnit.

I suppose we can go grab my old tower from mom's and use that. Even though that thing sucks fucking ass.

Ugh. Computers stress me out so bad.

Anyhow. Today was spent on the couch, slowly but surely mutating into a zombie. Heh. Fiddled with the On Demand business, and found that I have PORN! No. I mean a Deftones music video. Heh. But seriously. Deftones = orgasm. And I can watch all the CSI I want whenever I want and some kinda shitty movies. Yayshittymovies.

Tomorrow. If I can get to the bank on time, I need to put some money away in my checking and buy a external enclosure. Then I can see if Sarah still has all her shit on her hard drives and if so, she can access it from muh compy.

God, I feel like hell. And my house smells like cat ass. I'ma go smokie.

OMFGLEGITINTERBUTTS.

Legitimately interbutted. Cable tv'd. Phoneage. Yay. Listening to The Simple Life as we speak. Heh!

So last night was fun. Terry, Toby and I went to JR Phinickey's to celebrate their friend's 21st. Got completely shit-faced off two shots of Jager. HEH. I'm convinced that I went to high school with everyone who was there last night. It was kinda scary. The girls who get all 'dolled up' to go there are horrifying as well *shudders* Ran into my old buddy Joe who now has a gigantic 'fro. That freaked me out a bit. Heh. Terry and I stumbled back here earlyish and passed out 'cause he had to get up for work at 5:30 am. FUN.

I've never had so much effing beer spilled on my feet. I swear.

Well. I need to somehow resist the tv-age and put Sarah's computer together.

*witty subject here*

STILL. NO. CD. GODDAMNIT!!! It had better fucking be here tomorrow or I'm going to serially rape small childreen. YES. I TYPED "CHILDREEN".

Good work. Yaywork. The higher-ups brought in a stock manager from some Guess store in California to help us reorganize our shit. And it was good. And he was impressed by our hard work. Heh. We rock ass, what can I say?

Almost had to work tomorrow. But luckily they decided against it. Phew. We've got the Comcast shit anywhere between 8 and noon tomorrow, and I think mom was gonna stop by for some reason after she got off work. I don't exactly remember. Sooooo. Tonight I have GOT to bleach my fucking roots. Really. And I wanna drink, but I am teh poor. Sadface.

Umm... moo.

Yer face is... fuck. Facefuck.

So today after Sarah and I got home from work, we raced to the mailbox to see if my copy of Ciao, Baby had arrived yet. NOPE. GOD. DAMNIT. As I was cursing on our way back to the apartment, this guy says hi to us and starts trying to talk us into setting up the COMCASTIC! Triple Play whatsit. So we let him in and talk about it and let our cats assault him and whatnot and by the time he left we had signed up to get service set up on Thursday morning. HEH. Hopefully we'll manage. I know we definitely can after I pay off my loan from my mom. That's 1 1/2 months from now, and that's around when we'll be billed (apparently), so yeah. I guess we're good. The only thing I don't like is the idea of a landline, 'cause we honestly don't need one. But meh. Yay for impending interbutts that don't cut out all the goddamn time. Heh. AND TV. AHMFUG. So excited for TV. And we get it in our effing rooms as well. EXCITING.

Anyhow. After all that we spent like 3 hours cleaning the fucking hell out of this place. Cleaned and mopped the kitchen, pantry, bathroom, vacuumed, took out a shit ton of trash and recycling. Moved some shit into storage. Yay.

Oh. And I'm currently seeing a very special someone. Yes. Very special indeed. *insert buttuhflies and gooey wub*

And yeah. Flamingly pissed that my glorious album hasn't arrived yet. Maybe tomorrow. I guess until then I'll just have to be satisfied with what they put up on their myspace today. *sigh*

OH! SHIT! IT'S! DR. TRAN!

Brandon! If you're even reading this! If you tell mom about the below mentioned things I will be forced to kill you. Heh.

Soooo! THIS MORNING! I woke up late again and walked half way to the bus stop and realized I forgot my Monsters. Ran back, grabbed Monsters, headed back to the bus stop. It's Sunday. The only bus running that early was the 222 and it came at 7:17. That was at 7:29. Heh. Realized I was totally fucked, so I went back to the apartment, got in my car and drove to work. Heh. That was uneventful. But I was still pretty fucking freaked out. Although I find that I'm much less uptight about driving when no one's there to criticize my every move. So yeah. Got to work 9 minutes early, sat in Dr. Tran and smoked until Kent (one of my managers) showed up.

But oh god... I was so goddamn paranoid about that fucker getting stolen or something. On every break I went out and sat in it to make sure no one would fuck with it. HEH.

Actually reached my 'goal' today at work. I'm amazed. For some reason (I'm blaming it on how the stockroom was rearranged), I've been slow as fuck lately and have only been able to get like 8 boxes of shipment processed per day. MAX. Today I got 15. Proud? Proud. Still should be more, but I'm workin' on it.

Anyhow. I was dreading the drive home allllll day. 'Cause at 7:40-ish in the morning, NO ONE IS DRIVING TO THE OUTLET MALL. It's magical. But at 5pm is another story. It really wasn't that bad, but still. I came to a red light at the stoplight on 88th where you can turn left to go northbound on I-5, and out of nowhere two cop cars come barreling forth. To get me. Heh. No. They got on I-5, but I was still freaked out by it. And I got home without incident. Phew. This is totally never happening again. Heh. Seriously.

DAY OFF TOMORROW. AHMFUG. Then two 5am-2pm shifts in a row. GREAT. Soooooo looking forward to THAT.

Nothing you learn will stick.

I'm so goddamn tired.

I was late to work AGAIN. THIS NEEDS TO FUCKING STOP. I was an IDIOT and was up drinking until 3am this morning. So I'm dumb. And stupid. And fuck. Going to bed in approximately two hours tonight 'cause I have work at 8am again tomorrow. NO. EXCEPTIONS.

In other news. My car is in my driveway. Which kinda scares me, 'cause this isn't a very good part of town. BUT I have nothing inside it whatsoever, not even a radio, so I can't see why anyone would want to go through the trouble of stealing it. But yeah. Mom and Grampa dropped it off while I was at work, left to go back to Gramma and Grampa's, then Grampa realized he left his cell in it. HEH! They came back to get it, but everyone had left to go swimming or some shit. So mom had to wait around (i.e.: take Gramma shopping. Heh.) until I got off work so she could get the phone out of my car. Heh. Comical.

But yeah. Gramma's convinced that I'm starving, so she gave me a whole garlic chicken she had just bought and a bag of apple chips or something. Yummeh.

I just realized that I need to go buy a pack of smokes or two. Great. Then I should probably get started on bleaching my gnarly-ass three-inch roots. See that picture over there? Yeah. That was taken on March 10th. The day before that was the last time I had fixed my hair. Heh!

Good times. Good times.