Zestual chocolate.

Amazing. Face.

Kyle is licensed. I let him take my car out (with me in it, of course) Wednesday night. It's probably never happening again. I've never smelled my tires before. HEH. Went to 7-Eleven, back home, got cracked out on a Russian Monster and started dancing around to John's Rock Band playing (A.K.A. cheerleading for John. The previous three Monsters that day may have helped, as well). Heh. Realized I was supposed to leave for Kiera's to hang out with Mike and Pepper, left, watched some Ab Fab when I got there and had some Jagerpants. Went to sleep.

Thursday morning: woke up at like noon to Mike prancing down the hallway wearing one of those crazy tube scarves as a dress and the rest of the girls running around in tranny heels. Amazing. Then Mike, Pepper and I decided to go to Mount Vernon and do a bit of shoppy. Went to the Shell station ummm... somewhere around Conway? Mike realized he forgot his wallet, so we drove all the way back to the house. HEH. Back to Shell, got gas and Monsters, headed to the Cascade Mall. Which was amazing 'cause we found Korkey. I've seriously had this void that just couldn't be filled since she left. Now that I know she's doing great, I can go on living normally once again. Yessir. Had a smokie with her until she had to go pick up Ryder. Mike got a random-ass consultation at this spa place where they told him he had insane acne scars and was gonna have to pay fifty million thousandpants dollars to have microdermabrasion and all sortsa laser shit. Which is bullshit. Acne scars, my ass. I GOT A FAMOUS HOODIE FOR $20 AT PACSUN. OH MY GOD. It's amazing and has pink leopard print in the logo. EEEEE. Then I got a "Support Strippers" ribbon magnet for my car at Spencer's. It's full of glory.

Got back to the house after a quick stop at Lover's and the gas station on 300th for beeeerz. Drank beer, watched movies, attempted to get in the hot tub again, but the water was all nasty 'cause they've been forgetting to maintenance it (heh).

Pepper's quote for the night (out of NOWHERE!):
"I wonder how many people die on I-5 every year."

It was awesome. Went to bed. Woke up at like noon, and we all pretty much immediately left 'cause Mike had to get Pepper to work by 1. And here I am, back at home. Gotta fix my hair and change and get to work by 4. Which sucks, 'cause I REALLY wanted to take my baby out tonight. Sunday, though. Definitely. It also sucks ass 'cause I can't cash my check today. Have to wait until tomorrow. Poop.

Off to go fight with my hair and clothes. Heh.

PANTS?!?!

I'M DRUNK AND PAINTING MY NAILS AND SLAPPING JOHN IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK!

I WANNA GOOOOO SOMEWHEREEEE!!!!

ENERGY LEGS.

I am SO BORED and wanna go do something. But oh no! Bre has already spent $60 of her savings. Oops. And I'm not done, 'cause I still need to buy more gas and Monsters until Friday. Shit. I'll manage.

I thought I was gonna go hang out with Mike and all them tonight, so I went and bought a pint of Jager. But it turns out he has to work tomorrow morning. Sad. I'm on-call 1-6. Which I have no clue if they're gonna use. But AFTER (if I even work at all)! Oh yes. The drinking and zest shall commence.

Finally got a hold of Terry's ass last night. THREE MORE WEEKS of this shit. I'm going crazy, you guys. I can't not see him. It's already been almost two fucking weeks. And over a week since we've actually been able to talk for over 3 minutes. I miss him horribly and it's making me insane.

In other news. Work was entertaining. Chelsey and I did stock together for five hours and got quite a bit done. Then we had to run around the entire mall looking for a compactor that wasn't effed 'cause the one on our side is broken. And has been for like THREE DAYS. Get on it, assholes! But it was awesome. We had three days worth of broken down boxes piled on a rolling rack and we were lugging this stupid thing around EVERYWHERE. IN THE ROADS. HEH! The Zoo York boys on their smoke break were amusing. And awkward.

"Don't you just love offering to take out the recycling?"

Ummm... YES! It's my favorite thing EVER. Heh.

It's in my job description, sirs.

Guh. So the rest of the night I guess I'll wash my ass, get all hopped up on Monsters and finish tracing my shrinky dink jewelries. Yoy.

Bre's blog spreads AIDS.

Worky grood. I told Ken (the owner of the Chocolate Factory) that he should start carrying the new chai Monsters the other day and what do I find when I go in there this morning for my fix? Chai Monsters. So I sucked that bitch down and was full of zest and glee all day. Which I spent on the floor harassing customers with scratch cards and processing go-backs. With much zest and cheese. And AIDS.

"SCRAAAATCH AND SAAAAAVE!!!!" was Pepper's pitch today while she was greeting. It'll go down in history.

"Could you turn down the 'Walmart', please?" was Mike's response. HEH.

Oh happy day, Marysville Walmart shoppers.

I have tomorrow off. Terry is unreachable. Awesome. So I guess I'ma spend tonight watching 'Another Gay Movie' with Mike and Pay-parface.

And I fixed my camera. It's awesome-sauce. Turns out my particular model's lens quite fancies coming out and then not going back in and it has a 'lens error' mechanism where it won't turn on if it's stuck. Just gotta twist and push a little and it's fine. YAY.

Today's been an MCR kinda day. Heh. They would be my guilty pleasure if I actually ever felt guilty about anything. Yep.

Yay.

Mom put the new brake pads on my caarrrr. YAAAYYYY. Driving is gonna be so much nicer when I'm not screeching down the streets. Heh. That shit is SO embarassing.
I feel really grouse. And I can't get a hold of Terry. Figures. Sooooo I'ma finish downloading this shit, slap it onto my Zune and probably head home. Or Terry's, if he calls me back.
Oh, AIDS.

Athlete's pants.

Just finished filling out my tax return. $842 of glory. I just need to staple this shit together and mail it out.

Work sucked 'cause it felt like we were hauling ass, but there were still four boxes left by 4. LAAAAAME. Mike and I met up with Harley and Jessie at La Hacienda for drinky-poos. Good times.

I need a shower like whoa. Need to put away my laundry. Yep. Then I HAVE to be to bed by 9. I keep waking up in the most foul moods EVER because I'm only getting 4-5 hours of sleep every night. GUH.

What the fuck is happening?

Started reading old blogs from last summer. Goddamnit. I miss when Terry and I were inseperable. Everything was so new and he fucking adored me. I don't know what happened. Nothing's changed on my end. So funny how he's the one who relentlessly went after ME and now it seems like he doesn't give a shit whether we see each other or not. He's so... closed off in a way. I've been seriously asking myself the past couple weeks, 'Was it beer-goggles? What's so different? Has he totally lost interest in me but is too lazy/scared/whatever to end it?'

No more "You're so fucking pretty". No more "I miss you so goddamn much!" 'I love you' doesn't have any passion behind it anymore. No more totally random, near-violent ravagings. Pretty much no more sex at all. There was this look he used to give me that I absolutely adored. I haven't seen it in months.

I think maybe I'm being overly paranoid and not taking into consideration how stressed out he is lately. But this has all been eating away at me for a while and I don't know what the fuck to do. I don't want a seemingly-perfect relationship to go to shit. Because I've never even had a good relationship to begin with.

I just want us to be madly in love again. I can't take this.

Balls.

So the brakes are gonna have to wait until Friday, 'cause there's not enough daylight left by the time I get home from work and I have Friday off. So yay. Hopefully I don't have to skid to a halt and die trying between tomorrow and Friday. Heh.

This just in: my fucking camera is dead. DEAD. I JUST FUCKING BOUGHT IT LAST SUMMER. Mom got it to work for about two seconds, but now it just beeps at me when I try to turn it on. FUCKING. AWESOME.

I dunno. It could be the batteries, but I have no clue where all the other rechargables I bought went. Fantastic ass. This house eats batteries. And technological reliability.

Anywho. Sleep. Or something.

AIDS!

TODAYWASAMAZING. FUCKPANTS.

Yeah. Worked 6-2, got payderchecks, left with Mike to go cash my check, buy smokes and go to his house to deal with his car situation. Which was effed. Got his mom's Costco card, went to Costco, loaded up our cart with three flats of Monster. Went to go check out. OH NOES! Costco cards are non-transferable and the lady said she was gonna have to confiscate the card and was really frigid and rude about it. FUCK YOU, LADY. The CSM gave it back after speaking to Cindy on my phone. Heh. We still weren't allowed to buy our Monsters though. It was the biggest cocktease EVER. We had to leave our delicious 72 cans of crack at the checkstand. It was really depressing.

After that debacle we decided to go to American Apparel in the U-District. Which was full of amazing and I got some awesome underpants. Mike got the best polka dot hoodie EVER. It's so obnoxious and full of glorypants and zest. THEN! Oh my god. We got wild hairs up our asses and decided to finally go to retail (the ACTUAL Guess in Bellevue). Today was our lucky day 'cause our ol' buddy T.J. was working. Hadn't seen that boy in ages. Looked at Daredevils for what seemed like forever before deciding that I would just get the best seamless cami ever. Yeeeup.

Headed back north, got some Taco Smell, got my car and headed home. Weeee.

Fabulousness.

"I have a thyroid condition!" "THEN QUIT EATIN’ THYROID!!!"

Happy motherfucking VD. Hope you're all having fun. 'Cause I don't get to see or even hear from my lovely today 'cause of his effing alcohol class. YAY.

*mopes*

In other news. Tomorrow's payderday. I've done it. I've officially saved $200 from this last paycheck. PROUD. After my tax return and savings from 2-3 more paychecks, we're set to move in almost anywhere (i.e. somewhere reasonable and not fucking DEPOSIT RAPISTS like Woodgate) and possibly have some left over. I fucking RULE ASS right now. And I have a feeling tomorrow's paycheck is gonna be NUTS. Gotta get new brakes though. And pay my phonebill. And buy smokes. HEH.

The masters of the Guess Factory were in today (Suzette and Angela). It went incredibly well and there was NOTHING they could bitch about. Seriously. It was insane. And Suzette keeps getting more badass with every visit, it seems. I made the mistake of wearing my Phylicias today though. Did so much running around that I had to bust my slippers out of my trunk and wear them in the stockroom. It was awesome. I feel like I should just live there more and more every day. I'm sure it's the same for Mike and Chelsey. Heh. Mike brought in a coffee machine. Freaked me out. We need to just move in and put some mattresses on the loft above the office. It'll be glorypants.

Anyhow. I need to go wash my ass and go to bed 'cause I have to work at 6am tomorrow. Putting all the .00 in boxes and getting all the .50 out to the floor. Joy of joys. I'm sure this makes sense to two of you. Heh.

"Rip it and grip it, that’s what I always say..."

The best thing ever is driving 532 at 10:30pm after a glorious visit with my baby blasting Death Cab at 19. Heh. Really. When there's next to no one else on the road... fantastic.

Time with Terry was so very badly needed. Jesus. Of course, his mom was hovering around us the entire time and inquiring about our food intake for the day and thus trying to shove food down our throats and lecturing me about how I should stop bleaching my hair, but that's okay. Heh!

Ohhhh pants.

It's all in the... pants.

Classic. Today at work we had to wear these promotional tees that say "It's all in the jeans" on the front and lists the names of all our basic denim on the back. Seems lame, but they're actually not too bad. Plus the fact that they're pants shirts is pretty amusing to me. But of course, me being me, I STILL get asked, "Uh, do you work here?" I swear I get this question at LEAST once a day. Even if I'm wearing a badge, I still get asked. And I'm wearing a goddamn tshirt that's the same as about 10 other people in the store, and I get asked. CLASSIC. Granted, I did have an armful of flip flops blocking most of the front of the shirt, but what fucking customer has an armful of flip flops that cost $30 per pair?!?! Someone full of crazy?!?!

Work was. The most. Boring shit. EVARRR. Mike wasn't able to get into work 'cause his car is still lifeless. Chelsey has Saturdays off. Shelby is in Reno until Tuesday. BORING. There were only 13 boxes in the whole stockroom and I got through all those like nothing. Re-did the YC monolith to updated VMG and replenished accordingly. Processed donation damages. Processed a box of Chelsey's purses because I literally ran out of shit to do. UGHHHH. The only source of entertainment I had was Kimmy while she was on her break, but that wasn't until like 20 minutes before I had to leave. HEH. Crazy girl. Today just dragged and it was totally bleh.

Came home, passed out sitting upright watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Jesus. Woke up about 40 minutes ago, talked to muh baby, and then nothing. Which is what I'm doing now. Heh.

But! I have tomorrow and Monday off! AWESOME. So tomorrow I'ma go see Terry for a bit. I'm excited.

I wanna get shit done but I'm seriously lacking in the motivation department. Laundry? Sure. Bleach my roots? Maybe. Put oil in my car? Too effing dark. Damnit.

I'll think of something.

"BURRITO!" "...he was warning the floor of incoming burrito."

The boys and I got bored and went to Target. UGH. And what did they have there available for my viewing pleasure? The Whitest Kids 'U Know season one. GODDAMNIT. Did I buy it? Uh, DUH.

Then on 172nd heading home, some fucking douche was pacing me in the left lane and wouldn't fucking let me over. Had to get on the freeway, went to the outlet mall so the boys could see if they were gonna use their on-call, turned around and went home.

Oh god. And I got a voicemail from Whitney (one of my managers) saying I was supposed to be in at 8am and wondering where I was. Goddamnit. I originally had Monday off but was asked to work Monday and then have today off and no one ever adjusted the schedule accordingly. So if there's a write-up waiting for me at work, there's no way in fucking hell I'm signing it. 'Cause that was a glorious managerial fuck-up. And if I would have gone in, I'd totally have like 50 hours this week. And we all know nobody wants that. Heh.

Anyhow. I wanna waaaatch my Whitest Kids! UH.

Fucking hell.

Just talked to my baby for almost an hour. Goddamnit. Our situations are so awkward and effed that we're barely gonna see each other until we're able to move out. We can't even fucking spend the night together and it's LAME.

Two months or less, though. That's it. I've already got $200 saved and I'm getting almost $900 back on my tax return, plus whatever he's saving. So we may have a place of our own here pretty quick. Look out, Marysville. I'm coming back.

Jesus christ, that was lame.

So I'ma go either bleach my roots or just take a shower. Dunno yet.

Faced.

Last night sucked. Until later. But anyhow. Something got effed while I was putting new music on my Zune and I lost everything. Pretty awesome. Now I get to load shit from three different computers back on it. Yay. But yeah. I spent four hours last night fighting with it. Looked at the clock, realized it was 11pm. Called Mike and we arranged to meet up at the Island Crossing Denny's. Classic. So it was Mike, Rachel, Brandon, Kyle and I. INTERESTING conversation. I actually kinda feel bad for the people within earshot of us. HEH. Then we all went home and I got wasted with the boys with the remainder of Brandon's orange Smirnoff wood-ka. Yoy. Cleaned the living room a bit, passed the fuck out watching Sarah Silverman.

I dunno what to do today. Guh.

"I just want you to know... you’re my tenderoni. And I ain’t tryin’a fuck yer man."

Work at 4am tomorrow. JESUS. EFF.

Today I went straight home 'cause it's mommy's birfday. John made foodz, Gramma and Grampa came by and we ate caaaake.

Finally used this Fudge toner Karina sold me like a month ago. Made my hurrrs nice and white without greying it out too much like last time. Fudge is wub.

And I almost blacked out again right after we opened. That was fun. Back on the good ol' potassium supplement. Also wore my new boots all day without killing me feets. Insane. Good investment.

Yep. That's it for today. Gotta go wash some clothes and stuff.

"WHERE’D THE GROUSE GO?!?! NO ONE KNOWS!!!"

HOW many pairs of shoes has Bre bought in the last two weeks? HEH!

Three. Full of amazing. Bought the last pair of Phylicias at work. They almost got damaged out because of some stupid fucking spots on the left toe. DUMB. They're originally $120, but they were on super-duper second markdown, so I got them for $30. Score one for my face. Best. Boots. EVAAARRRR.

Mike and I went to Walmart today and ran into Harley's face. So we proceded to look at moisturizers and lotions and whatnot for seriously like 45 minutes. Mike was being indecisive. Hilariously enough, we spent the 30 minutes prior looking at electronics. And car stuff. 'Cause we is manly men.

But yeah. Got new wiper blades, oil, moisturizer, conditioner, Monstewwws and minutes for muh baby's phone. 'Cause I wanna be able to get a hold of his ass. HEH.

Took Mike home 'cause his car is fucking up, went home. Fun face.

Facedy-pantsdy-ass. Pants.