Pants.

I'm so not looking forward to going into work today to get my job back. UGH. Yeah, I miss making money, I miss Joseph, and I've been kinda going crazy doing nothing, but I don't wanna go back to Perry Ellis! UGH! I have no choice in this economy, though. I'm sure as fuck not gonna find anything anywhere else. Plus I need to start making money 'cause I never got to buy our Sasquatch tickets while I had all that tax return money. Fuck my life.

Although, being able to say that I spent nearly $500 alone on Pancho Villa and Busch Light is pretty epic. HEH. And I spent about $50 to be kicked out of El Corazon. EPIC.

Sooooo yeah. Terry's making eggs and then I guess we're gonna head out within the next two hours :/ It's fucking dildos.

Balls.

I HATE THE GODDAMN MONOTONE-ASS COMCAST COMMERCIALS! THEY ARENOTCOMCASTIC!!!!

Anyhow. Gots the toofs. I'm wearing lipgloss. OMG. I'm definitely gonna have to tinker with them a bit 'cause since I stopped drooling like a crazy person, they've started triggering my gag reflex like a bitch. Grampa's are doing the same thing to him. We think the top palette is too long. But meh. They look super fucking fantastic and I'M WEARING LIPGLOSS! HEH!

So tonight I have to acquire some cigarettes and go hang out with Terry and Laura on teh island. Wewt.

Also. HOW FUCKING RETARDED does one have to be to ship a tiny package addressed to Arlington, WA to FUCKING MIAMI, FL?!?! My bracelet is in Miami. WHY?!?! I could have effing had it by now! EFF!

CARL'S JOON-YUH!!!!

So Tuesday night was horrible. I only remember about 80% of it. I don't want anyone to recap it for me in any way, shape or form, so just know that if I blew up at you, I'm really sorry. I only really remember freaking out on Terry, and we're still okay, so... yeah. I dunno. I'm sorry to everyone involved. I'm still pretty embarrassed about the whole thing.

Last night I met up with Terry at Gordy's, felt sick and passed out immediately in the computer room. Heh. And that was about it. We woke up at 8 this morning and I took him to a jobby he needed to finish on the island. Then I went home and watched tv for about 12 hours because our computer blew up. FUCK!

Teefs tomorrow! I'm going to eat the most gigantic burger I can find with all sortsa bacon and shit on it. It's gonna be fucking fabulous. I need to find something to do tomorrow night as well. Must unleash the toofs upon the world. I cannot WAIT!!!

Pants.

So mom and I found my birth certificate in my storage unit last night. We started hucking boxes and their contents everywhere and finally found it in one of the last boxes. HEH.

IT WAS IN THE LAAASSSSTT PLACE I LOOOOOKED!!!!

Also found all my studded belts and all the letters to my license plate cover. So I've gotta glue that thing back together (since I backed into Kyle's Saturn way back when and my plate holder was the only thing that got fucked up, HEH.) and spell out something super obnoxious. 'Cause "Emperor of Fabulous" wasn't obnoxious enough. Terry suggested I spell out "I'M DRUNK". HA!

Got off track. So today Grampa and I left for Canada at 6am and got to Surrey around 8:30-ish. Had impressions made, got fitted with temp wax dentures and got to pick our tooth color and whatnot. Mine are fairly white. Like, the second to the whitest shade. Heh. We had to make several trips out for food and coffee while the guy worked, but we were out of there by 3pm. We're going back on Friday morning and we'll be toof'd!!! AHMFUG.

The border people are assholes. End of story. I know it's their job to be in our business, but EFF. They could be a little nicer.

...eh. I guess I would hate my job if I was a borderfuck, too.

Well. I'ma go get Terry and cling to his head for the rest of the night.

Ow.

Shitty shitty shit.

I've been violently ill for the past four days or so. I finally got over the fever and gnarliness this morning, but was left with a really intense cough. I coughed so hard this morning that I fucked my rib up AGAIN. However, this time I felt something actually pop. (mom's) Terry says that I ripped some cartilage in between my ribs. So that's awesome. I've been doped up on vicodin all day, slipping in and out of consciousness. This is the first time I've really gotten up off the couch except to pee. And I'm in one of those lumbar-support braces. Goddamn, I really fucked myself up this time.

The other suckage: Grampa made our appointments to get our dentures made for Tuesday. Not that that's bad, I'm SUPER excited about it, BUT- I'm not sure how long this cough is gonna last and I'm not entirely sure where my birth certificate is. And I need that to get in and out of Canada, I'm sure. Mom already looked for it here and didn't find it, so I guess the only other place it could be is in my storage unit. I really don't want to have to go digging through all that shit with my rib in shambles.

I also somehow blew through almost $700 in a week. Because I am full of LOSE. Good thing I can probably start my job back up at the end of this week.

AND IT DOESN'T END THERE! Parts of my moustache tattoo aren't sticking :( So I have to have Jerm touch it up when the rest of the scab falls off.

The only thing keeping me level-headed through all this has been Terry. Heh. We've seriously come leaps and fucking bounds from where we were six months ago. I've missed this gooey-wub feeling so much. I love you, baby. You are my little gentleman.

Feeling woozy. Gonna go lay back down and watch me some Tim and Eric.

I'M RICH, BITCH!!!

MY TAX RETURN WAS $826!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Now if only I could get a hold of Terry's ass...BAH!

So yeah. I'll be out and about tonight. And tomorrow. And the next night. HEH!

"That's dildos."

Karina- You left your eyelashes in addition to your toothbrush and flat iron (all of which I will be mailing to you sometime next week). I are wearing dems. HEH!

And ya know, I wish I'd thought of applying falsies with tweezers YEARS ago. I only learned the other day that this is the superior method. Wow. Win.

Um! Yeah. Yesterday we all partied at Danger's apartment. 'We all' includes Terry, Mike, Pepper, Laura, Julie, Shawn, Alyssa, Candy, a couple more Dans I had never met, and a bunch of other people.

Damn all these Dans.

I drank a lot. I blacked out about half the night. Mike drove me to B'fish, which I remember, but I don't remember eating my food at all. He assures me that I scarfed down my Jumbo Jack in about two bites. Which is AMAZING considering I don't have any teeth. HEH! Then a bunch of drama broke out involving the disappearance of Terry's super expensive glasses. Which somehow led to one of the Dans headbutting Terry in the eye. Shit got nuts and we had to kick the other two Dans out. Then shit was chill for a while, but these two guys who I guess are notorious for superdrunkdrama showed up and Terry wanted to leave. So we came back here, attempted to watch a movie and failed, then passed out.

Woke up today around 1 with a massive hangover. Watched tv with mom 'til around 8 and headed back to Stanwood to go to The Hotel for jam night. Terry played guitar for five songs and then drums for one. UGH! I love watching him play drums, 'cause he really doesn't so much anymore. Sexy motherfucker. After that we hung out at Dan's with Mike, Pepper, Julie, Laura and Shawn again. Had a couple beers, took Terry home around 11, and so here I am back at home. Woooo.

Tomorrow I think I'm going back into the 'wood to hang out with Terry again, 'cause I still have about $5 left from the cash (mom's) Terry gave me Wednesday night. THEN! On Saturday I'm getting that $20 from my Wamu debit rewards. YAY!

Sleeeeeeeep.

"We're talkin' 'bout brunettes, not fighter je-heeeets!"

I'm watching all these hair and makeup tuts on youtube and I'm starting to feel extremely overwhelmed. HEH. This is amazing.

Welcome to cable internets.

Know what I just realized that filled my heart with absolute joy? I'ma gonna be able to wear lipstick again in approximately three weeks. HOLY BALLS. I've always dreamed of being able to wear hooker red lipstick, but even when my teeth were good in my teenage years, they were still yellow-ish and no matter what shade of red I tried, they'd look worse. Very much looking forward to having white teeth. FOREVER.

And this just in... totally getting a Drinky Crow tattoo. HEH. Dunno where yet, but it's inevitable.

Pants.

Glorious weekend! *insert gooeywubs*

Tentative date set for Canadatoofs trip: the first week of April. SO FUCKING EXCITED.

The bone splinter on the top gums is gradually pushing out and breaking off. It feels like the next time it starts to push out will be the last of it. The three on the bottom, however, are gonna have to be taken out by my dentist. That's kind of annoying. Oh well. I'll give him a call on Tuesday.

So this last weekend was pretty epic. On Thursday Doom and I picked up Karina from SeaTac. Then we went and got Terry from Stanwood, bought a bunch of beer and hung out at my house. On Friday Karina and I drove to Harborview to visit her mom (she's just doing a sleep study), then went to Monroe and had Taco Bell with her sisters. Had an incident with a cat (HEH!). Went to Gramma and Grampa's for a second so they could see her, then home, then to Andrew and Christine's house in Everett. I got so fucking hammered. Why is it that I can drink an entire fifth of Pancho to myself, but I can't drink more than 6 shots of Tarantula? Heh!

Went back home later that morning and passed out. Karina got a ride into Monroe from mom that morning, and Terry and I didn't wake up until 3pm. WOW. Lazed around all day, tried to get a hold of Don but had no luck, went back to Monroe, took Karina to buy a new flat iron at Fred Meyer, then drove to Roosevelt to hang out with Jerm. His house is so goddamn awe-inspiring. Just looking at his walls and all his arty shit had my head teeming with ideas. Nothing's ever been able to do that to me before. So we hung out and drank some beer and two gigantic bottles of wine. Terry and Jerm were supposed to go jam with some guy today, so I left around 2 to go back to Gramma's. Terry's gonna stay there a few days and give Jerm guitar lessons in exchange for tattoos. NICE. So I imagine I'll go get him sometime on Tuesday.

Can I just say I'm so in love with Terry? Can I? Heh. I think we've been making some serious improvement over the last couple weeks. I'm so goddamn happy. I feel like we're actually...in loveagain. And we're totally moving to North Seattle ASAP. Well, as soon as we save up the money to, which won't be for a while because we're both kinda unemployed at the moment. Heh!

Well. Gonna go print out some pictures of tattoo-inspiration to throw at Jerm when I go pick Terry up. 'Cause yeah. I'm totally having him do at least one of them when I get my tax return.

Ooooo. And then Grampa should be back with some Taco Bell here pretty quick. YUSSSS. Yeah, I eat my 7-layer burritos with a spork, what of it?!?!

Welcome to the 21st century, Westvang residence!

So we're finally cable internetted at the hoose. This is amazing and this is bad. 'Cause (if I can ever get on the computer between Terry playing his rpgs and Doom photoshopping for hours - gonna have to set up my computer somewhere) I'm gonna be severely tempted to buy a webcam and waste my life away on Stickam. Yep. I've had an account for over a year now, I believe, but have never used it due to the dial-up from hell.

Pants.

Also, tonight I'm picking up K-townfacepants from SeaTac. And I'm totally dragging her to the little reunion Don, Terry, Joe and I are having at Don's apartment on Saturday. Oh god. This is gonna be fucking amazing.

OOOOO and my car is sparkly clean and running like a champ. Grampa removed some road debris from my fan belt (turns out that's why it was squealing like a bitch), filled it with oil and washed it and I spent about an hour vacuuming it out and Febreze-ing the shit out of it yesterday. It was so fucking gross. I hadn't washed it in almost a year (0.o) and hadn't vacuumed it since sometime around September. Jesus balls. Yay for Terry no longer being able to call Dr. Tran "The Warrant Wagon". HEH!

H'okay. Off to wash my ass and go home for a moment and then pick up teh Doom.

Joys.

Things I'm looking forward to. Feverishly:

March 7th and 8th: dragging Terry's ass into Everett so we can hang out with Don and Joe, and daylight savings, respectively. Can't effing wait for more daylight.

March 14th: Wamu debit rewards get rolled over into my checking. WEWT! Gonna be $20 richer! Sounds sad, but I'm SOOOOO fucking strapped right now. I just put my last $7 into my gas tank tonight :/ Other than that I have $3 in my checking that I'm too paranoid to touch because I've overdrafted twice in the last two months. ACK.

March 17th: projected day that my TAX RETURN is deposited into my checking. FUUUUCCKKKK YESSS!!! FotC and Sasquatch tickets and near-unlimited gas money! WOOOO!!!

And sometime in mid-April, of course, Gramma, Grampa and I will be heading up to Canada for two days to get our teefs made. And that's just gonna make my whole effing life.

So yeah. I may be poor as shit right now, but I've got a lot of fancy stuff coming up. So I'll just keep looking at shit that way, heh.

Jesus BALLS!

Hell of a night.

Last night I went over to Eden and Ellie's party in their parents' shop. Downed two rum and cokes, one shot of rum and four beers within an hour and a half, I believe. Wound up dancing up on everyone's asses and then blacked out on the couch. Woke up around 1am completely alone and covered in what I later discovered was whipped cream. Freaked out and called Mike, who was being arrested at that very moment. I could hear the cops yelling at him to put his hands up and get on the ground. I won't go into it. So I freaked out even worse, drove to John and Dave's and started calling people to try and figure out what the eff happened and what jail he might be headed to and then called Cindy. Continued to talk to her all night as new things developed on her end. Passed out at 5-ish.

Wow. Intense shit, I tell you what.