...pluh.

Day off tomorrow. Thank god. I'm thinking I might have to go into Everett to take care of some shit and pick up insane quantities of Monster from Cash & Carry while I still have money. Maybe. Haven't quite decided.

Spent the entire past weekend with the Terry. Like that's surprising. Mom was gone in North Dakota for like four days and I didn't wanna be home 'cause home = boring without teh mommeh. And I missed my baby. So yeah. Just went out to dinner and watched a lot of tv and took Terry and Napoleon grocery shopping and slept and worked. And learned that I can't drive a truck to save my life. Terry bought an older Silverado with hopes of me being able to drive him and Napoleon everywhere. Yeah. Took it down the road to the gas station and back. 'Cause I was struggling like a mofo. It's sad 'cause it's not even that big a truck. Issues I have with it are: The accelerator is a BITCH. You have to put so much pressure on it it's just ridiculous. And the brake sticks out like 6-7 inches further than the accelerator, meaning that when it comes time to brake, you have to literally pull your knee up and move over onto the brake pedal. Insanity. And it squeals a lot and makes me nervous as hell. Guh. I'll just have to get used to it, I guess. 'Cause Terry can't drive it and I don't want it just sitting in the driveway doing nothing for a year and a half until he can.

But yeah. I guess it's not surprising. I AM used to driving the bejesus out of a Geo Metro. And ya know... Nissan Sentras and other tiny-ass cars.

I like small cars. Is that a crime?!?! Heh.

I really want a new tattoo. But no. After paying my storage unit and buying two weeks worth of smokes, my glorious 42 hour paycheck can only afford Monsters and gas until the 12th. Fab. Oh well. At least we get our bonuses at work on Wednesday. YAYFREECLOTHES. And our new shit has been ridiculously cute. For a change. I literally gasp when I open new shipment. Heh.

Ummm. Still wanting a house. Really bad. I shared my idea with lovely and I think he caught my house-HIV. House-HIV+ are we.

I need to go do something with my hair. Or clean. Or SOMETHING. Guh.