MEHHHH.

So much to do today. For me at least, heh. Gotta go pick up my new tabs, take Terry to pawn some shit and to his treatment center to turn in some paperwork, then we've gotta go to the hospital or some walk-in clinic to get him antibiotics for his alleged step throat. I don't get this. I took him to the hospital in Arlington about a week ago because he felt like he couldn't breathe (we thought it was allergies). So we wait in the goddamn ER for like 3 hours for him to be seen by a real doctor. He got his test results back today and they say he has strep.

He's not sick, though. Neither am I. And to my knowledge, no one he's hung out with in the past week has gotten sick. So that's weird. I'm hoping shit got mixed up or something. I dunno.

Anyhow. Time to suck down my coffee and get motivated.

Fartface.

So I FINALLY hacked my phone. AWESOMEFACE. I remembered that I had a data cable that would fit it from my awesome digital picture frame. That I got last December. Wow. I freed up like 4MB on that bitch just deleting the stock ringtones, images and videos. Which is good, considering it only has like 6MB total and no mini SD slot. I really REALLY need a new phone, but I'll settle for modding my piece of shit razr in the meantime. Heh. I put the most ridiculous ringtones on it.

Next up: loading fancy themes onto it (I found one with zebra print menu headers) and taking out the rest of the AT&T MEdianet bloat. WEWT.

"Are you blogging?"
"...yes."
"Oh, my blogging beauty."

PFFTTT!!!

So today I have to go pick up my new tabs in Smokey Point. Trying to get motivated to do that. One more cup of coffee should do the trick.

MUST... SHOP!!!

Sometimes I get bored and visit the Guess website.

And sometimes I fall in love with an article of clothing and get really depressed because I know that if I still worked at the factory store, I'd get 40% off these effing jeans:


EFF. MY. LIFE.

Also. Those badass rainbow 'zebracorn' heels are no longer on Hot Topic's website. I KNEW I should have bought those while I had my tax return! DAMNIT. I'ma go crawl into a hole and die :/

OOOO. I'll settle for these, though:

FUCK YES.

And these!


FUCK MY LIFE!!!

Anyhow. Now I get to wait around for Terry to call so I can go pick him up from Sir Kevin's.

Who needs a piercing?

As some of you know, I'm piercing once again due to being a broke-ass unemployed ho. I have limited jewelry, but if you bring your own (pending my approval-- nothing acrylic and size must allow for swelling), I'll cut you a fabulous deal.

I only offer basic piercings. Nothing crazy like surface piercings. Price range is an average of $35 per piercing or around $25 if you provide jewelry.

If you or a trusted friend who is over 18 needs anything done, please shoot me a message and we'll see what we can work out!

That's my name, don't put a knife in it!

DEAR GOD, YES. 'Cause 8+8=18.

Haven't blogged in a while. Holy balls. Not that I have much I actually feel like blogging about. Guh. Just been drunk and making an ass out of myself everywhere I go, heh.

Still broke and jobless. But I get to go to Texas next month with Grampa. WOOOO. Roadtrip.

Nothing else to report. The only changes that have really gone on include Terry basically living here. Heh. And a spotless fucking kitchen. It's lovely.

Fartballs.

Gnar.

Not having money is driving me insane. I want nothing more right now than to be able to drive to town and grab a Rockstar. Or five. And some burgers. UGH.

And I'm sick of sleeping on couches with Terry everywhere. I just want us to have our own place with a goddamn bed. Although, it's pretty funny how Shawn and Willis put it. Apparently we 'tetris' ourselves onto couches. It's a fine art.

Other annoyances include my bottom jaw bone seeming to reform itself. I can barely fit my bottom denture in in the mornings. I have to let it sit there until my gums swell up sufficiently enough to make it stay put. Irritating, and semi-painful. I'm gonna become independently wealthy so I can get implants.

Anyhow. I think we're gonna stay in for the majority of today and I'm gonna clean the bejesus out of the kitchen. Then make some delicious foodz. Then tend to my poor baby's gnarly sunburn.

Ol' Stingface.

The past few days have been... fucking erratic.

Terry and I existed on two packs of smokes for two days. I don't know how the fuck we did it.

Went to Erin's birthday at the casino Saturday night, then headed to Zach and Molly's. Had something like four jagerbombs and half a bottle of Pancho within about an hour. I blacked out hardcore. I guess I tried to break up with Terry, then wandered off to find my car (which was about six miles away at Dave and Erin's, mind you), and faceplanted into some stinging nettles. Goddamn. THEN! I belted some songs on Rock Band with Molly, stinging face and all. HEH!!

Yesterday I took Terry to go wash some windows at this monster of a house on Shumway that his mom cleans so he could get some cash to stick in my gas tank, 'cause I was stuck on the island on empty. Then we hung out with Laura at her work, went to Julie and Laura's after she got off and had some beers. Then later we hung out with Gordy and Ashley again. Good times.

Today I'm really wanting to go meet up with Terry and Shawn at the river in Silvana, but this not having smokes thing is fucking killing me. Hopefully mom or Terry will go pick some up after they get off work, 'cause they're all out as well. So I have to wait 'til around 5 before I can even leave. Poop.

Well. Gonna go shower.