Drunken thrift store goodness.

Today was full of amazing and hopefully Chelsey will put up pictures soon. Yussss.

After work (and after witnessing Shelby utilize her pimp hand with a retarded customer) we went to Applebees for drinks and snackie-poos. Then we went to this dollar store and Goodwill all buzzed and retarded. FIRST THING! We walk into the dollar store and Mike asks the woman working if they're hiring. She says no, they've been really slow. OUT OF NOWHERE, this crazy woman shopping there says quite loudly, "Yeah, I'd hire you and then fire you the next day."

WHAT. THE. HELL. We were laughing so fucking hard. On one hand I wanted to clock her in the fucking face, but on the other hand I knew she was probably insane and it was so hilarious for that reason alone. At Goodwill Mike tried on heinous dresses and I found: a badass pair of purple and pink mocassin/sneaker things, a Garbage cassette single for 10 cents, a dvd with four 40s era movies and! Anyone remember the girl group Dream from like '00? Yeah. I totally found their cd there. And BOUGHT IT. I'm so effing lame. And I bought this 99 cent tie-dye Cougars shirt for Mike. Pretty random.

In other news: I miss my baybeh horribly and haven't been able to even speak to him since Saturday. Haven't seen him since... Friday? I dunno. Since he started working again it's really hard 'cause he's also got his classes Tuesday-Thursday. Seriously thinking about buying him a new phone...

Guh. I need to get to sleep before I dwell on it any more.

Weeeee.

Almost Wednesday and I still have over $100. I was hoping to set aside $100 this pay period, but it looks like it'll only be like $80-90. Which is still good. Meh. Then like $200 on Friday. HAAAAAVE to. No ifs ands or buts. Other than that I only NEED to pay my storage unit and buy new wiper blades.

Today was amusing. This morning Mike asked me to come with him into Everett to sell his plasma for gas money. I totally thought he was talking about a tv at first. HEH! So I agreed and I decided I'd do it as well. $50 and a free cookie and juice? Why the hell not? But for the rest of the day I was dwelling on the horror stories mom and Don used to tell me. Then we got off work an hour late and the damn place was closed. Poop. Maybe we'll try again tomorrow? I dunno yet.

In poopy news: the rest of the spring line we've been getting slammed with is SO effing cute. Goddamnit. Stupid temptation. But I've decided I'm getting a pair of clearance boots that almost got damaged out and maybe the new zebra dress (pending a try-on), and that's IT. NO. MORE.

Well. I should go back to couch. And sleep.

Pants.

Glad THAT'S over.

Fucking inventory. Jesus. There were some discrepancies and the company we used had a weird, unconventional way of removing/adding skus when we came across discrepancies, but it was still way better 'cause we were totally prepared. I only heard "SKU check, please!" about 20 times last night. 'Cause we're badass now. HEH.

Shelby, Suzette, Mike, Brandon, Kyle and I were the last ones remaining and we stayed until around 3am. It had started to snow when Mike and I had our last fifteens, so that must have been at like midnight-1am. By the time we got out there was like 3 inches of snow. The drive home was HELL. It literally took an hour to get home because I did 25 and under the entire way. Jebus. And I only had one skidding incident at the light on 116th and State! My tires are awesome-sauce.

Today involves nothing. I could have gone into work at 1 for my on-call, but I was way too tired and the roads are still pretty effed. Ended up sleeping until 3pm. Weeee.

Ugh. So tired. I feel like anus-face.

YOU’RE SO ELECTROCLASH, NOW SHOW ME YOUR ASS!!!!

I'm seriously jonesing. To dye my hair. Goddamnit. I get this urge like once a month. But I've worked so long and so hard and spent so much money to get half of my head this white. It kills me. I dunno. But I think if I bleach it one more time (even just my ROOTS), it'll all fall out. It's seriously getting to that point. So maybe. Might have to go to Ed Wyse on Sunday and see what they have to offer me.
But I think my current hair 'style' (whatever that is) situation would look dumb all one color. I need a trim/cut. GUH. So indecisive.
Anyhow. At Gramma's downloading shit with glorious cable internet. Zune update, a couple albums I've been putting off buying and bleh. Ate some foodz. The usual. Then I think mom and I are gonna do some grocery shoppy. Weeee.
Smokie.

Roller derby GAY PIMP DAAADDDEHHHH!!!

I don't even remember... OH YEAH!

Wednesday. Worky worky... off at 3. Mike, Chelsey and I went shopping for bullshit in the Marysville mall. NOT the outlet mall, that fucking plaza with the Gottschalks and Rite-Aid in it. HEH. For what, now? COLORING BOOKS. So we could down the fifth of Jager that had been in my trunk since Pantsmas and color. Good times. Ended up getting plastered at Harley and Jessie's. It was full of amazing. Went back to the mall in Harley's car so Chelsey and I could hop in my car, go to McDonald's and then drop her off at home. Which is like, two driveways away from Harley's complex. Heh. As we were passing the outlet mall entrance, for NO REASON, Chelsey sticks her head out the passenger window and drunkenly screams "FUUUUCCKKK YOOOOUUUU!!!!" to the canasians near the road. It was... incredible. And totally random. Ginger Rage is unpredictable.

Anyhow. Dropped Cheesely at home, went back to Harley's for a moment. Had what was left of my bottle (which was the equivalent of about 1/8 of a shot) 'cause Harley wanted to take a shot with me, then headed home and passed out watching the fourth season of Family Guy. Which I had purchased at Best Buy along with the first season of The Sarah Silverman Program the night before. Yussss.

Yesterday: off work at 3:30ish. Got to take the Tori poster home 'cause we were gonna throw it out. AWESOME. It's so effing huge. Ummm... went home for a minute, then picked Terry up from class at 7. Went to this guy Ryan's house, then to his parents' house to raid their kitchen, then back to Terry's. Passed out watching Family Guy. Woke up at like 5:30 to take Terry to meet his ride to WORK! YAYJOBBYFORMYBABY!!! He's much happier now and that makes me happy in pants. Headed home and now here I am with the day off. Yay. Still tired. Might have to take a nappy in a moment.

It's a present from Jesus every day!!!

This week has been badass.

Spent Saturday night with my baby. Took him out to thai. Sunday night Mike and I went to Plato's Closet to look for designer jeans, then Nordstrom Rack where we spent about an entire hour in the shoes, then to Alderwood Mall where he showed me the most badass store ever. Daiso. Oh. My. God. Japanese dollar store of glory. Bought SO much shit. Then last night after work we went back. But FIRST! I locked my keys in my car immediately after arriving. Mall security were useless, but the crime prevention people took like two seconds to get there and like two more seconds to get into my car. YAY. I was afraid I was gonna have to have mom drive all the way from Arlington with my spare key. Anyhow. Got a shitload more shit from Daiso, smelled foofy shit all over the place, Mike finally got his Kelly shirt from Hot Pocket, and I got the best visor beanie ever from Fuego. Ran into Shelby about to leave as I was dropping Mike off at his car at the outlet mall, so we decided to go to the casino for drinks. Awesome times.

The best part about all this? It's Tuesday after payday and I still have over $300. FUCK YES. This never happens!

The shitty part. SUNDAY IS INVENTORY AT WORK. I'm terrified. We've been preparing really well this time around (for a change), but me being the shoe specialist now puts so much fucking strain on me for inventory. I have to constantly make sure all the shoes are properly mated and SKU'd or are in the correct box. Shoes are such a bitch. Seriously. EVERYTHING has to be accounted for.

So not looking forward to counting everything in the store. UGH.

Gonna go shower and fweeee.

BAAAATTHHHH?!?!

Today was the best ever. Mike, Chelsey, Robby (that's right, Chev! YOUR Robby! Random!) and I went to the Everett Mall and wreaked havoc. Seriously. I bought the most ridiculous hot pink patent pumps from Wet Seal. They're... insane. And the most expensive bottle of badass fragrance I'm sure I'll ever buy. Fucking $50 for a 50ml bottle of Diesel. JESUS. But it smells SO GOOD. Then we took ridiculous pictures in random stores and met a tranny. Pretty badass night.

AND! In addition to my paycheck being INSANE AND FULL OF AWESOME, my vacation hours finally kicked in. I've got over a week of paid vacation. FUCKING WEEEE!!!

Anyhow. I'm tired. I must go to couch.

Grousepants.

FAAAAACEEEE. I'm breaking out horribly and it's making me feel grouse. And full of zest. And I feel like I'm 13 again. Grosssss.

So I think I work 8-4 tomorrow. Then we're Noc Noc-ing it up and weeee.

Someone needs to remind me to pick up some non-shitty moisturizer on Friday. With glee.

Pfffftttt.

"Do you think eating grouse is kosher?"

I SKU'd so many goddamn pairs of shoes today. If I ever have to handwrite another number or letter or combination of the two again, I'm shooting myself in the face.

Guh. Tomorrow's gonna be filled with that, too. GREAT. Only like two more boxes of mated shoes without boxes to go, though.

*dies*

I'm so broke. But somehow I'm going to manage going out on Wednesday night. Seriously. It's been like three weeks or something ridiculous like that. Gotta make these 'usual boobs'... umm... usual. Heh.

$57 until Friday. Then Friday's paycheck should be pretty massive. At least over $500. That's massive to me. Heh. Not that I'll be able to spend any of it. I have to save what I don't spend on bills for an apartment. For really realz. I figure I can save until it's tax time and then have a huge chunk of money for the deposit and shit. And the fact that everything we've been getting in at work for our spring line has been hideous is awesome, 'cause I won't be spending any money on clothes. Not that I need any more. Eff. Extraneous expenses = done.

Anyhow. I need to get my ass to bed.

Guh.

Eff. I really REALLY wanted to actually spend this weekend with Terry, but he's got plans of doom. I'm sad. So I guess I'm going to Neighbours with Mike, Harley and pretty much everyone from work. Heh.

I think a shower and a nappy are in order.

WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Doing much better. Heh. Effing emo stints. Worked my way around the stupid glitch in the software and got it to work just fine AND! My M.I.A. cd came today! I fucking ordered it on DECEMBER 26TH. INSANE.

Yay for firmware upgrades that extend the battery life! I'm so happy!

...but now I don't know what to do with the rest of my day. Eff. I suppose I'll go give my car a baaaaath and clean that bitch out. Take the fifty million cd cases out of the glove box and whatnot. HEH!

Fucking pile.

I just spent like three hours downloading the wrong fucking software update for my Zune. FUCKING. GREAT. Now I get to spend another three hours downloading this one because I apparently I needed the 64-bit version. FUCK.

So yeah. Fucking awesome.

I'm feeling like hell at the moment. Out of nowhere I seem to have sunk into this incredibly deep depression. Not good enough. Too clingy. Unavailable. Boring. Your basic self loathing x100. Although listening to The Bends does that to me sometimes. I should find something else to listen to. Heh.

Goddamn, I feel like a worthless pile of shit. And I'm missing the living hell out of Terry. But his home situation is awkward now, he's busy doing shit, I have like, NO money, etc. I have a feeling I'm not even gonna get to see him until next Friday. It's fucking KILLING ME.

I want to crawl into a hole forever.

Soccer practice. HEH.

Interesting past couple days. Interesting.

My sicky mulitiplied by like 20 on Tuesday. I woke up at 3:30-ish ('cause I was supposed to be to work by 5) with completely soaked jammies and blankets and I could barely breathe. I decided it would be a good idea to call in to work, but I passed back out immediately and didn't end up calling in until like 7am. Oops. But the Shelby reminded me that it was the last day for floorset and I had all this shit I needed to do to my shoes to prepare for inventory on the 27th. So I loaded up on DayQuil and went in anyway. All was okay until my first break hit. I went with Chelsey and Mike to Port of Subs to grab some foodz and I started to black out as I was ordering my wrap. Blacked out completely by the time we got out and had to be led back into Chelsey's car. It was nuts. What really sucked, though, was that I paid with my card and I had to sign a receipt without even being able to see it. Scary shit. Couldn't even grab my card back from the guy. He probably thought I was on drugs. Heh.

My body is really starting to go. I doubt any of that was from the illness. I've been having to take potassium pills and a shit ton of ibuprofen (which doesn't help my stomach which is probably riddled with ulcers from so many Monsters) because my calf muscles felt like they were atrophying. Which is apparently from a potassium deficiency. Glee. Also my back started to seize at work today. That was awesome. I need to start taking better care of myself, but it seems like I don't have time. Ever. I win at being the worst at time management. Seriously.

So. Goals.

-more water intake. Like, gallons more.
-get some B-complex and wean myself off energy drinks
-...I'm at a loss other than that.

Today work was a blur. I don't remember a whole lot other than SKUing shoes and moving boxes of bags up on top of the loft and bays for what seemed like hours. Gross. 8 1/2 hours in today. We're gonna be so over this week. Damnit. Oh well. At least our paychecks are gonna look good. Damn good.

In my glorious little piece of technology news: I hooked up my compy and loaded all my music from there onto my Zune and I have 8 gigs left. HEH. It's nuts. I have like 5,000 songs.

I'ma goooo... down a gallon of orange juice. Oh yeah.

"Your new indian name is ’Runs With Salmon’"

Filled. Sort of. Heh. I still have to hook it up to MY computer and add like 15 more gigs of shit. NICE.

Charging and syncing Karina's as we speak.

UGH. I got so fucking sick today. It came out of NOWHERE. Felt really weak all day at work and therefore we were under our quota today by a few boxes. DAMNIT.

Tomorrow is a 5am shift. Joy. Hopefully I won't wake up all crusty and wheezing or something. 'Cause I really need to get out into the world so after worky I can drop Karina's Zune with her and maybe do some beauty supply shoppy with teh Mike. Then Tuesday is ANOTHER 5am (effing floorsets), so I'll probably be heading over to Terry's after worky 'cause I have Wednesday off.

I really need to get my ass out to Island Crossing tomorrow for smokes. I didn't feel like driving more than absolutely necessary today, so I just went home after work. I should have bought cigarettes. UGH. Currently living off a pack I bummed from Terry (the step-dad Terry. CONFUSION!).

...I miss my baby so goddamn much. Fuck.

Ummm... yeah. So I'ma finish syncing this bitch up, take some NyQuil and pass the fuck out.

GLEEFACE!!!!

Just got it. YAY! Met up with Karina at Walmart, nearly had a heart attack spending over $200 on the Zune itself and the warranty, got some oil for my car and some Monstewwws, then we piled in my car and headed to work where I exchanged a pair of jeans. Yay. Karina bought the zebra dress. I swear the earth shook when she saw it. HEH. Went back to Walmart, sat in the car for a bit, made up a theme song for 'Jeff' the cart return guy, then out of nowhere she decided eff iPods! She wanted a Zune too! So we went back in and she bought one. HEEHHH!!! So now I have two effing Zunes in my possession 'cause I have to load a buncha shit onto hers. It's great fun. And joypants.

I can't wait for this fucking thing to charge. I NEED TO LOAD A BUNCHA BULLSHIT ONTO IT! NOW!!!

PANTS?!?!

I'm having a really tough time right now deciding whether or not I want to haul ass to Walmart after my much-needed shower to buy my Zune. It's so much cheaper on Amazon, but do I really want to wait to get it? Not really. Plus Walmart's site says it's in stock at the Tulalip store. I dunno. GUH.

IWANTIT. WANTITNOW.

Work was hell. I felt like ass and I was running new merch out today, which means I have to try to keep it as close to the upcoming floorset as possible (which involves moving shit around), so I couldn't effing keep up. UGH. So Mike and I were forced to stay until the stockroom was clean. Oh well. Overtime, anyone? I think so.

Meh. I'ma go wash my ass and think about the Zune-age some more.

"Your AIDS is all FIRED up!"

"I'm gonna die of a speed overdose. Monster Energy will sponsor my funeral." - deep thought of the day brought to you by yours truly after downing a Yellow Jacket shot and several energy drinks.

So yeah. Pretty crazy.

I forgot key points of the previous story. Yes. So I drove the Xterra to Terry's and we totally forgot that when we left, Terry had locked his keys inside the house. Awesome. But luckily he was able to break in with Karina's Hollywood Video card. HEH. We all passed out in Terry's bed. It's always a sammich situation when Karina is involved. It's hilarious. Terry and I woke up at 3pm. Seriously. It was nuts. No Karina. We were hung over as fuck, so I figured greasy deli foodz would be a good solution. And about five Losts. Oh yeah. Back to the house, much lazing about, breakfast at 11pm, sleep. Woke up at 5:30! OH MY GOD. I made it to work 20 minutes early this morning! But it's a sad day 'cause my baby's in jail serving like 2-3 days for his DUI. SAD. No biggie. We've known for months that this was coming.

But still. Sadface.

Ummm... work today was good. Very productive. Mike and I worked 12 hours. It was nuts. After work we went into LeSportSac 'cause Pepper was telling me about this badass zebra print bag they have. Mike ended up buying a case thing for his PDA/phone/whathaveyou for like $5. And he was feeling zesty, so we were in there for like 15 minutes chatting with this salesgirl and fawning over bags. Gleeface.

No worky tomorrow. Hence why I'm up so goddamn late. I'm tired. And I'm typo-ing every two seconds, it seems. GUH. Sleep.

Well. That was lame.

So we went to this party that was pretty badass until I drank too much after eating too little and ended up puking like 5 times. Passed out in Karina's truck, woke up to Karina and Terry getting in the truck 'cause the guy hosting the party flipped out and started kicking people out for no reason. Yay. So I got to drive the good ol' Xterra back to Terry's 'cause I was the only one who was sober.
There are, however, some pretty awesome pictures and videos that I'll put up tomorrow. Hopefully.
I was effing sleeping. At midnight. HOW. AWESOME. IS. THAT.
Fuck all.

EDIT, three years later... You fucking bitch.