"I sent you a cup of my blood! Did you get my blood?!?!"

I survived the night/morning AND the drive home! And managed to make a stop at Walmart! PROUD. I needed random things like tweezers, soy protein shake powder, tampoons and the Blades of Glory dvd. Heh.

Work was awkward. And other than that, I got stuck doing shoes allllll night long. It's not that I hate doing them, I actually really like it, but you'd think the second Caitlin came in, they'd switch it over to her 'cause she's the shoe specialist. Nope. Ugh. So I was all terrified that I was gonna mess up her shoe wall. Heh.

Worst. Cramps. Ever.

Mehhhhhhhh.

"COOKIE! What’s up, you crazy bitch?!"

So I ended up falling back asleep for about 7 hours. Yay. The suckage is that I woke up feeling like I was gonna have to be hospitalized. I had the worst migraine EVER and couldn't even really think. Also felt like I was gonna puke up all my innards. One excedrin and half a Monster later, I'm fine. What the hell.

When people ask me about my Monster habit and I tell them that I can't function normally without them, this is what I mean. I'm totally not joking. I go through this all the fucking time.

Sooooo yay. Work in 3 hours. Mom and Terry went to the store to go pick me up some more liquid crack-cocaine and a sangwich. Glee. And now I'm trying to configure a year-long schedule in Outlook for Terry's workywork. It's complicated.

I need a shower eventually. Jebus.

Your facepantsasscrime.

10:30. Awake. What the shit.

I wasn't able to stay up past 3am this morning. This is not good. I am officially gonna die at work tonight. I suppose I can just down about five Monsters and then sleep in my car after work for a few hours. Heh. 'Cause I totally will not be safe on the road. Or someone can come over and hit me in the head with a hammer. That might work.

Guhhhhh.

Butt.

Badass. Mom gave me her debit card and let me buy a car charger and zebra print faceplates for my phone. Yussssss.

Work wasn't bad. Although I'm gonna be in some shit tomorrow 'cause I didn't get done what I was expected to get done 'cause I was pulled out onto the floor to run gobacks for Justin for three hours. Guh.

I wanna go to bed so bad. But I cannot. For I must prepare for the sleep-deppy goodness of tomorrow night. Jesus.

Pantalones.

I need. To bleach muh hurrrrs.

So, today was officially the first time EVER that I've locked my keys in my car. HEH! I usually plop down in my car for about half of my lunch break and immediately toss my keys between my legs. This time I just forgot to pick them back up. Heh. Terry (step-dad) drove all the way to the effing mall to unlock my door with a wire coat hanger. Glee. Made damn sure to go have a copy of my key made at Lowe's on the way home, 'cause I never had a copy to begin with. The copy is now safe with mommy.

Other than that, got a shitload done at work today. Even though we got like 150 boxes in shipment. Ugh. We had like 6-7 people in the stockroom all day. It was good. And since we got so damn much, we're actually gonna do an overnight shift on Wednesday night so we can just process shipment and replenish. I LOVE THESE SHIFTS. So I'm excited. 10pm-7am. Yussss.

Anywho. Doing some laundry and actually sorta grooming myself at the moment. For a change. Heh. Then at 10 I have to leave to pick up the Joo-staaaa 'cause he's closing tonight and has no other way to get home. Weee. Gotta stay up until at least 3am tonight to prepare for the insane sleep-deppy shift of glory. 'Cause I don't work until noon tomorrow. Yay.

Yay. Yay. Woooo. Despite all the shit today, I'm in good spirits. Heh. It's weird.

Ploogh.

Going to Bumbershoot no matter what. Yep. Have to give Sarah my half of rent for the next month I'm not even there to tide her over until she can get someone else on the lease, but I think I'll still be able to swing it.

Yeah. Had a discussion with Donna about the whole situation. As long as I'm on the lease, I'm legally responsible for half of the rent. Unless Sarah agrees to take me off the lease early and replace me with someone else. And we have an agreement that I'll put $350 toward rent and she'll let me off. Yay. Small price to pay, I say.

Called in to work on Friday 'cause that was the only day I could use Grampa's truck and Terry (step-dad Terry) had to request the day off to get my shit out of the apartment. Got all my shit out of the carport (and in the meantime, found a week-dead Mittertails. COVERED IN FLIES. IN A BOX. IN THE CARPORT.), my mattress and boxspring, most of my worldy possessions (except some cds, dvds, dressers, nightstand, my kitchenware and other random shit). Everything is now sitting in Grampa's hangar. And in my car. And in mom's car. Heh.

Fishies are happy on the banquet in the dining room. Yay. I've always wanted to put them there. It's so pretty. They seemed to take the move well, but I noticed I'm missing a loach. SAD. I think Muddy ate him :'(

Having to transport fish is the worst thing ever, let me tell you. Especially when you're driving and they're YOUR babies. I was driving like such an effing Grandma.

Drove to the island last night, spent the night with Terry, woke up at 8:30 and drove to work. I HATE THAT. I never ever want to leave and he gives me this sad face. GUH!

Work at 8am tomorrow. Joy. At least the stockroom is clean. For now. Never seems to last long, but I enjoy it while it's grood.

I need to go to bed. Ugh.

OH! Since I wasn't near a computer all day yesterday--

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DON-FACE!

Joy.

I actually got the first off. Glee. But. Mom and I sat down and worked out an actual budget for the next month and I'm so fucking screwed for money right now. Apparently I owe $100 for PUD this month alone (regular bill and deposit). Already paid my portion of Comcast. Have to set aside whatever I have left over for rent. Then I'm left with absolutely nothing until the 31st. And then about 1/2 of that paycheck goes toward rent. Jesus fucking christ. I don't even have enough to rent a fucking storage unit tomorrow, so it looks like I'm gonna have to borrow that money from mom or Grampa.

Anyhow. The whole thing with the first is Bumbershoot. And I really REALLY wanna go. But I dunno if that's gonna be a possibility now.

Motherfucking shit.

Now you fucked up!

So, I guess it's gonna be like that. Fine. Too bad you're not using your fucking head right now, 'cause you think you're fucking me, but in all actuality, you're fucking yourself.

Took off from mom's today to go to the store for some things and to go to the apartment and pick up some more stuff. Upon parking in the carport, I saw that my computer desk, computer chair, glider and ottoman were all sitting in there. NICE. And as if I wasn't mad enough about that, I had to walk up to the door, try my key in the deadbolt and have it not budge. Flipped out, left Sarah a voicemail, called mom, then went to the office to have Donna try her key. Didn't work. Sarah's in deep shit, 'cause not only do I have every fucking right as secondary leaseholder to go inside and have access to my shit, which she is HOLDING HOSTAGE, but she is NOT allowed to make changes like that to the apartment (i.e. changing the locks) without Donna's knowledge and consent.

Too bad some of that money I owe you for bills is inside and you have no idea where it is, huh? I already paid my share of Comcast online and you aren't getting another goddamn cent until I can get my shit out of there.

Funny shit, too. Here's what she texted me after I left her the voicemail:

"You can get in when I'm home. I'm not doing this today my cat is dead and my bills aren't paid. Otherwise I'll charge you with breaking the lease."

As if Mittertails dying is my fucking fault. And who the fuck didn't see that coming? And you're SOOOOO distraught about it, right? 'Cause you totally kept him fed, changed his litterbox, TAUGHT him to use the litterbox, cleaned up after him when he shat all over the floor and you NEVER screamed at him or flung him across the room any time the latter occured. And don't forget the fact that you're not even allowed to have those fucking cats in the apartment. OR your little live-in fuck buddy.

And I'm not gonna be charged shit for breaking the lease. Donna said nothing about me owing money when I told her I was moving out. And haven't all of Randy's roommates gotten off scott-free? Yep.

You'd better believe I'm not going through you for anything I owe, 'cause I don't fucking trust you. Everything will be paid straight to the source.

This is fucking BULLSHIT.

Groogh.

Moving out of the apartment this week and back into mom's house. For the third effing time. Weee. Packing that bitch up sure is gonna be fun. But hey, at least I don't have to worry about unpacking around 2/3 of the shit for a long while, 'cause the majority of it is going into storage. Moving the feesh again is gonna suck ass, however. AND cleaning out my old room. Ugh.

Figured out an ACTUAL budget for the next month. Shit's gonna be tight. I have GOT to stop being so goddamn liberal with my money. JESUS. I figured that without even thinking, I spent around $280 this last weekend. NOT. FUCKING. COOL. This was never a problem before. I don't even know when it started happening.

Day off tomorrow. Glee.

I miss my baby. I'm gonna have to go call him. Yep.

"WAS IT YOU, STRINGBEAN?!?!"

ONE DAY CLOSER TO FRIDAY!!! AHMFUG!!!!

Shit. I forgot to request days off, though. I'll have to do that when I go in tomorrow to pick up my paycheck. Yes.

Justin's hilarious. Having him there is definitely gonna make things more interesting.

*runs into the stockroom* "BRE-BRE! BRE-IZ!!! GIMME SOMETHING TO DRINK! I'M SO THIRSTY!"

And we finally got these dresses that we were supposed to get weeks ago and I just might have to buy one tomorrow. Yep. Gonna buy a dress. It's leopard print and so glorious. We have so much leopard shit right now. Fab.

I was so tempted to go to Target on the way back here, but I resisted. I only have $18 left until tomorrow. I don't need it for anything, but it'd be nice to be able to say that I made a paycheck stretch two weeks for once. Sort of. Heh.

But I do still really wanna go do something. Hummm. I dunno.

Pants.

MOOBYMCMUFFINHEAD!!!

I have to leave for work in about 17 minutes. GUH. I'm just sittin' at mom's burning cds. And mom's home from work. Weeeee. But yeah. I only work 5 1/2 hours today, so that's pretty badass. Normally I'd be freaking out about it, but right now I honestly don't care. And today is Justin's first day of work (well, training). 'Cause he totally got the jobby. YAY!

THEN! Two days off. YOOOYYYY. Gotta pick up Muse and possibly Bumbershoot tickets. And go to the Terry. That's sorta like going to the bathroom. HEH.

Grampa found good bolts and put my license plate holder on my baby last night. HEEE!! I've decided that I'm gonna get one for the front also. It'll say, "HERE COMES DR. TRAN!" and on the back I'll change it to "THERE GOES DR. TRAN!" HEEEEEE!!! And Terry said he's gonna hook up my horn to my brakes. I nearly died of laughter. Jebus. Imagine me rollin' up to the outlet mall in the Dr. Tran-mobile with Supertramp blasting and the horn just going off. It's good. Good times.

Yeah. I gotta go gather up my shit and think about heading to Tulalip. Garg.

"I guess, bitch."

I love mom's. There's always fooooodz. Yes.

So mom realized that Grampa might have her XP disc. So weee. Probably gonna go pick that up on Friday after I pick up my paycheck. Wewt. I was supposed to go there anyway to dogsit, but their vacation plans fell through. I had the day off and everything. Boo. Oh well.

Work sucked. Heh. Last night T.J. and I had cleaned the stockroom up SO nice. BUT NO. We got mauled with shipment again today and now we have 50,000,000 boxes. Again. But around 7 my three Monsters finally kicked in and I got mad boxes processed. And even cleaned up a bit. So the end of my shift wasn't so bad.

Got off work at 9, went home to grab some shit, went to Safeway to buy Monsters and protein bars (a.k.a. breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next two days), realized I forgot my phone charger when I was on the phone with Terry in Safeway and my phone started to die, so I went back home and grabbed that. Heh. Drove to mom's. And so here I am. Yay.

Plans for this coming paycheck: BUY FUCKING MUSE TICKETS, DUMBASS!!! The zero hour is near!!!

I should probably sleep at some point. Heh.

Shit.

Aug 14, 2007
Shit.
Current mood:anxious
I can't find mom's XP disc. This is not good. I NEEEED. If I don't find it within the next hour, I'm totally fucked. I thought about borrowing Randy's, but I have XP Professional on my compy and his is just standard XP. DAMNIT.

So I guess I might not be on for a while. GRRRR. Feels like a waste of $50 a month.

Yep. Gonna go hunt for it some more and then vacuum out my car.
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Facepants.

My computer blew up. Or something. I'm currently at mom's. Fat and happy and listening to Family Guy. Oh yes. Gotta find mom's XP disc so I can fix muh compy tomorrow. Or the day after, rather. 'Cause I work 12-9 tomorrow and then I think early on Wednesday. So I'll just be going home after work and passing out.

I miss muh baybeh. Yup. Yesterday was lovely. Got off work, went home, grabbed Terry, went out to Tacos Guaymas and ate muchly, drove him to the island with every intention of going back to my place, but I got too damn comfy. And tired. Watched us some Family Guy and passed out. Woke up around 6:30 this morning, drove Terry to work, stopped at Haggen in Stanwood and grabbed some Monstewwws and a hefty protein bar, got gas, then drove home. Right as I was getting ready for work, Joo-staaaaa showed up. Heh. Took Sarah, Kyle and Justin to work sos the boys could jobby hunt. And Justin applied and interviewed at Guess. Heh. Amusement. I'm all trying to hang shirts and whatnot and there's Justin, standing by the office waiting to do the phone test thing. HEH.

Anyhow. Work was good. Despite almost losing my cd wallet and having to pick it up at the lost and found. And almost swallowing a fire ant that had crawled into my Monster from outside when I was on my lunch. I ran into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out for like 5 minutes. UGH.

GOOD OL' BOTTOMTOOTH! AHMFUG!

Tomorrow. Must wake up early-ish and vacuum out my car. It's gnarly. There's all sortsa pine needles and Terry's Sunchips on the floor. Heh. And cigarette ash everywhere. My damn ashtray fills up too fast. Or it's too small. Or something.

Mooooo.

"Bitch, that’s just my B.O."

Today was the best day I've had at work in a long time. The stockroom is still in effing shambles, but for some reason I was full of energy today and got like 20+ boxes done. YAY. Could have something to do with the fact that I slept. A lot.

After work I got to spend my long-awaited giftcert. YUSSSS. Got four things and only went over by $8-something. Yayclothes.

Got home, and shortly after Sarah and Kyle came back. Went to teh Value Village to look for a fishtank. Found no fishtank. Bought 30 hangers instead. Heh. Went to Kimchi's for sushi goodness, then to Walmart for no reason. Left with two 4-packs of Monster, some protein bars and a wrench. HEH. Oh, what the onlookers must have thought of me. The wrench was to get the bolts off my license plate so I could put my plate holder thing on, but the stupid bolts have washers on them that don't come off, so I can't get the holder on. Guh. Have to go buy new bolts. Or screws. Which would render the entire wrench-purchasing useless. Oh well. It was only $2. Heh. Got home, and still full of effing energy, cleaned my roooooom. Yay. It's still empty and boring but at least there's no more random clothes/boxes/computer parts all over the floor. I really have to do something in there to make it spiffy.

Muh hoose is so clean. It's so goddamn relaxing.

Tomorrow. Day off. Grab the Terry and take him out to dinner. Where, I have no idea yet. But I'm excited.

I'ma fight with my cd burner some more, most likely lose, then go to bed.

MEEHHHH.

MORE! YAY!

Got really sick earlier. Had a smoke, started to feel icky, went inside to lay down, felt worse, went upstairs and passed out for a good four hours.

Later on Sarah and I decided to go to Justin's. Got Kimchi's on the way there. Hung out with everybody until like 7:30. Sarah decided she was gonna stay 'cause she has the next two days off. Bitch. So I headed home and on complete impulse, got off I-5 on the Smokey Point exit to go to Target. Yussss. Got random shit, such as garbage bags, exfoliating glove-bees, a customizable readerboard-style license plate holder (on which I spelled out "EMPEROR OF FABULOUS". Heee.), panties, and a present for Terry. So excited to give it to him. Gleeeeee.

And it was there that I realized I've never actually shopped alone. EVER. I always thought it would be really sad and lonely, but it's the best thing ever. Seriously. No worries about someone else's time limits, or having to wait around for someone else. Heh. It's grood stuff.

Anyhow. Made a quick stop at Safeway to stock up on Monsters, then came home and talked to my lovely and burned cds. Wewt. Have to go to bed soon 'cause I have to get up at like 6:30 in the morning. Guh. At least I got a ton of sleep in today.

"NOBODY MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!"

Wow. I can't believe I haven't posted a blog yet this week. Weird.

Ummm. On Friday I stole my lovely from the island. I don't remember much about Friday night. OH YEAH! We walked to Phinickey's and had some drinkies. On Saturday we drove to Northgate, grabbed teh Chev, dropped Sarah at Jay's in Lynnwood and went to the Stanwood/Camano fair. Oh glory. Much purchasing of $5 belts. Much artery-clogging foodz. And I learned that I can no longer ride the Ring of Fire more than once in a half-hour period, which made me feel old and very sad. I used to be able to ride that bitch like four times in a row. Nope. Not anymore. I felt pretty effing sick for like 3 hours after that. Didn't stay for Survivor. Heh. Drove back to Northgate, did a bit of shopping while Terry was in the bar at Azteca talking to some old guy for forever. Heh. Walked over to Chev's and plopped down and was incredibly amused by her roommate Jordan. Dear god. Took off, walked back over to the mall, found Terry, drove to Jay's to find out that Sarah was gonna take the bus home in the morning. Drove home.

Sunday. Had the worst day ever at work. I think that was the day I got severely dehydrated, almost to the point of fainting. And was super-stressed on top of that. Got off work, couldn't park 'cause Toby's truck was blocking me, and I don't even get inside the house when Terry falls down the fucking stairs because Mittertails tripped him. Fabulous. He's perfectly fine though. Scared the living shit out of me, 'cause I've fallen victim to these treacherous staircases. Heh. Anyhow. Drove to Toby's house so Terry could get some shit out of his truck, then to Stanwood where we ate at this fabulous little place called Jasmin. Oooo.

Monday. Went to Kohl's after work and bought a Wonderbra and some tops. Heh. Good ol' Wonderbra. Drove to the island again 'cause Terry forgot a buncha crap here. Hung out with him for a few hours, then drove home around 9. Got home, realized I was locked out and didn't wanna break in, so I called Sarah to see where she was at. Which just so happened to be Joo-staaaa's hoose. So I headed over there and watched the boys get drunk and retarded and hilarious until midnight.

"You know why they call it a fountain? 'Cause it's MOUNTAIN with an 'F'." - John-fayce's words of wisdom on our way to said fountain.

Tuesday. Woke up at 6:47. Had to be at work at 7. Heh. We made it there in time somehow. It turned out that the night before was INSANE at the store and there were only three closers AND it was a canadian holiday. So the store only got like, 1/4 of the way recovered. So WE got to finish the job! YAY! All four of us stock peoples were out on the floor recovering and running go-backs along with all the regularly scheduled sales peoples until NOON. It was fucking madness. Got off work at 4, came home and beat the living shit out of the hellhole that was the apartment, took a shower and headed off to the island. HEH. Spent the night with Terry and drove him to work at 7. Got home about an hour ago.

IT'S MY DAY OFF! EEEEEEEEE!!!

Today... I need to check out Goodwill and Value Village and see if they have any 20+ gallon fishtanks for cheap. And if so, I shall purchase one and go get some gravel and a filter and all that business and set up said tank so I can take some of Chev's fishies. YAYFEESH.

Yep. And I need to finish cleaning up the kitchen today. That pretty much just involves doing another load of dishes, so not too bad. YAYCLEANHOOSE. Might also have to take Mittertails up to NOAH today. 'Cause he will NOT stop shitting on the floor and we don't have the time to attempt to re-train him. And he's just annoying.

Oooo and we might have giftcards waiting for us at work. Gotta see about that, too. YAYNEWCLOTHES.

Smokie.

Well that was a fine howdy-doody...

Home. Ugh. I realized that I probably have work at 4am tomorrow, so I had to leave mom's house right in the middle of watching 23. DAMNIT.

Mom shoved money in my face, so I put $15 in my tank and damn near filled it. YAY. Gotta love them Geos. And I got some Monstewwws. So I can quit stressing about that. Just have to pick up a pack of smokes. Drove straight past the smoke shop in Arlington 'cause the sun was in my face and I couldn't see the fucking turn. UGH.

It feels like tomorrow is Friday for some reason. It's driving me mad. But yeah. Looks like I'm getting off work on Friday at 3:30, picking up Terry, and we're possibly gonna go see that one movie. Fuck. What was it called? Hot Rod? Yeah. Then on Saturday I guess we're going to Guitar Center so he can buy a new guitar. Yay. I love going there and drooling over instruments that I can't afford and I really won't end up playing anyway. Heh.

But yeah. Got home and immediately stepped in a pile of cat shit. Then proceded to clean up... wait for it! SIX. PILES. OF CAT SHIT. Can't deal with this anymore. Honestly. It's obvious that Mittertail has got to go. But what really fucking sucks is that Durka has followed suit and now HE'S shitting on the floor. FABULOUS! It's not like the litter box is full, either. It doesn't fucking make sense.

Goddamnit. If I wasn't almost positive that I have to work so ridiculously early tomorrow, I'd still be at mom's. Eating baked 'tatoes. Damnit.

I guess I'm gonna go and clean up as much as I can without waking Sarah. Guh.

Guh.

I wish I had just like... 20 more dollars. Then I could go see my lovely for a moment tonight. But no. I miss him so effing bad.

At mom's. Had today off. But no one's home and I dunno how much longer I can just sit here by myself. I've just been burning cds and washing my hoodie. Heh. Amazing how fast a brand new white hoodie can get grungy as fuck.

I have to go put $10 in my gas tank. Then I have to effing pray that one of the nearby Safeways has 4-packs of Monster for under $6. Or maybe I'll just swing by WinCo on the way home. And I'm almost out of smokes. That... fucking blows.

Ugh. I don't wanna go home. Only two more days. I have to keep repeating that just to last until Friday. Friday = a normal-ish paycheck and my Terry. Maybe then I'll be happy again. Heh.

I wanna drive. For no reason. Anywhere. To Camano Island, to Northgate, to California, ANYWHERE. But nope. Only have enough gas money to get back to Marysville, then back and forth to work until Friday. Effin' hell.