One day until Breaking Dawn. I’m terrified/amped/nervous/excited/scared/dreadful/stressed/crazy about the situation. I want to read it. I don’t want it to be over. I can’t help but think of the series as a good friend. And why would I want that to end? I don’t want to lose Edward. I can live with out Jacob though. Werewolf bastard!
Team Edward!
Sorry. I just can’t take the rejection I feel about the series possibly being over. Why do they give us things like HP and The Twilight Series and then yank them away? Nineteen years later? Really? I’m bitter. But we will get Midnight Sun eventually. I guess that’ll be something to look forward to. Ugh.
I want to be a vampire!
Today has been hell at work, so this will be a short post. That is all.
PS I want the Twilight calendar at borders!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
working = ulcers/mental unstabilty
I’m stressed the fuck out right now…
These people are trying to kill me…
I’m going to get an ulcer or have a stroke by the end of the day; I can just feel it…
As you can probably tell I’m at work right now. I’m taking a few minutes to blog because I need the release. The pressure is starting to get to me. I’ve been here since 11:30am and I’ve only taken an 11 minute break. I should have already taken a 15 min and a 30 min lunch. But no, it’s so busy all I could crank out was an 11 minute ‘I’m going to piss before I do so in my pants/shove hot pizza in my face because I’m starving’ break. I choked on that pizza. No words can convey the deep pit of anger and hatred that I’m feeling right now. No words.
I’m now sitting up at the front desk until 6pm. Thank god. I need this two hour break so I can recoup the mental stability that I lost working back in my department. It shouldn’t be this bad just because one person is on vacation. My work load has tripled and people keep piling more on. I’m slowly working my way through it but only because my one beacon of shinny hope is getting me there. Drinks with Satan tonight! Yay! I fucking need it.
I just wanted to say how much I love being a bitch to customers. It really brightens my day. A customer from Wisconsin called and I could just tell she was trying to get some sort of compensation back for her trouble and I turned on my calm and collected bitch face. I loved telling her that essentially the reason she isn’t scheduled is because she’s a moron. Don’t for one second think that you’re going to lie and tell me I didn’t call you. I have records to prove it, kay thanks! Also, it’s been a week since I did. If you we’re really so desperate for your install perhaps you should have oh I don’t know, called us. Called the store you purchased it from? Done anything? Nice try hooker stench! Better luck next time.
Sorry, my anger made me digress.
So my big news that I’ve been hinting about for the last few blogs is that I got into school. Finally! I don’t know what I was really waiting for. It’s been five years for christ's sake. I’m nervous and excited all at the same time. I was telling Satan the other day that I feel like I forgot everything. Eh, shit. I probably did. Oh well, at least I’m back in the groove. Now all I have to do is get my school loan stuff in gear and talk to admissions and the counseling department for my schedule. Those seem scary and hard all of a sudden. Ugh. Oh well, I’m in it to win it.
I haven’t told a few people yet, I think I’d rather just wait until I have classes and they ask me to do something and then I’ll spring it on them. He he he. I’m a bitch. Basically I want them to feel out of the loop and like bad people for not asking me how things are going. Yes, I love attention and making people feel like shit. It’s all about me after all.
I’m exhausted. I’m mentally unstable. I’m ready for bed and or booze. Hopefully it’s the latter.
Work can end like right now. Only three hours and nineteen minutes to go. Christ on a cracker!
These people are trying to kill me…
I’m going to get an ulcer or have a stroke by the end of the day; I can just feel it…
As you can probably tell I’m at work right now. I’m taking a few minutes to blog because I need the release. The pressure is starting to get to me. I’ve been here since 11:30am and I’ve only taken an 11 minute break. I should have already taken a 15 min and a 30 min lunch. But no, it’s so busy all I could crank out was an 11 minute ‘I’m going to piss before I do so in my pants/shove hot pizza in my face because I’m starving’ break. I choked on that pizza. No words can convey the deep pit of anger and hatred that I’m feeling right now. No words.
I’m now sitting up at the front desk until 6pm. Thank god. I need this two hour break so I can recoup the mental stability that I lost working back in my department. It shouldn’t be this bad just because one person is on vacation. My work load has tripled and people keep piling more on. I’m slowly working my way through it but only because my one beacon of shinny hope is getting me there. Drinks with Satan tonight! Yay! I fucking need it.
I just wanted to say how much I love being a bitch to customers. It really brightens my day. A customer from Wisconsin called and I could just tell she was trying to get some sort of compensation back for her trouble and I turned on my calm and collected bitch face. I loved telling her that essentially the reason she isn’t scheduled is because she’s a moron. Don’t for one second think that you’re going to lie and tell me I didn’t call you. I have records to prove it, kay thanks! Also, it’s been a week since I did. If you we’re really so desperate for your install perhaps you should have oh I don’t know, called us. Called the store you purchased it from? Done anything? Nice try hooker stench! Better luck next time.
Sorry, my anger made me digress.
So my big news that I’ve been hinting about for the last few blogs is that I got into school. Finally! I don’t know what I was really waiting for. It’s been five years for christ's sake. I’m nervous and excited all at the same time. I was telling Satan the other day that I feel like I forgot everything. Eh, shit. I probably did. Oh well, at least I’m back in the groove. Now all I have to do is get my school loan stuff in gear and talk to admissions and the counseling department for my schedule. Those seem scary and hard all of a sudden. Ugh. Oh well, I’m in it to win it.
I haven’t told a few people yet, I think I’d rather just wait until I have classes and they ask me to do something and then I’ll spring it on them. He he he. I’m a bitch. Basically I want them to feel out of the loop and like bad people for not asking me how things are going. Yes, I love attention and making people feel like shit. It’s all about me after all.
I’m exhausted. I’m mentally unstable. I’m ready for bed and or booze. Hopefully it’s the latter.
Work can end like right now. Only three hours and nineteen minutes to go. Christ on a cracker!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
i'm back bitches...
I’m breaking the silence…
I haven’t blogged in months.
Keeping stuff inside isn’t healthy.
I’m at an impasse. I’m stuck in a rut. I’m in a fix. I’m in a funk.
Something is seriously wrong with me.
Where to begin, hmm… Let’s start with the easy stuff. Take this weekend for instance, tonight I am going to take a nap then go out with Satan, Saturday I’m going to see Chelsea Handler with SF#2, for her birthday, and then on Sunday I’m going to help her pack up her apartment.
I really need a drink, it’s been hellish at work today, and no I do not solve my problems or moods with booze. Ok, that’s a lie, yes I do. But today I really don’t give a shit, I’ve been thinking about how much I drink. It’s not a huge amount really, but I feel the need to justify it. Look, I’m getting old, at thirty I will not want to drink as much as I do now. Thus, I need to make my remaining years legendary.
LEGENDARY!
Sorry, that was purely for Satan.
Speaking of drinking we have a new motto, Satan and I:
Fuck drowning sorrows, let’s drown souls!
I might get some ass this weekend. Actually let me restate that, I BETTER GET SOME ASS THIS WEEKEND! The last time really didn’t work for me and I want tomorrow to be awesome. Yes, I’m alluding to the fact that I had sex on a pull out couch in someone’s living room because the guy I’m fucking is a cheap bastard.
Let’s rewind. So a few weeks back Bryan came down to hang out and go downtown with all of his buddies. Jase included, god help me. I don’t know what I ever saw in that kid, I digress. So they all got home at a decent time, I guess no one was really into the ‘drink till you shit’ mood.
Anyway, they we’re all playing cards by the time I showed up. I played a few rounds and generally just talked a lot of shit. I knew that the only way I was going to get some ass is if they went to bed, this is where the pull out comes into play. I was getting desperate. Trying to convey “go to bed so I can fuck your best friend, but please pretend you don’t hear anything because I’m not a whore” is hard to do with your eyes. I gave it my all though. Then I stooped, yes stooped Satan, to yawning. I think finally they got the hint because Jase’s friend left and he retired downstairs and Nel said he was going to put a DVD in and pass out. “FINALY!” My mind screamed, if I knew then what I knew now I’m not so sure I would have been excited about that prospect.
So we waited and waited until we heard the TV turn on upstairs and we waited for Jase to get out of the shower downstairs, there was a chance he would have to come back up for something and I really didn’t want to be caught in flagrante.
So with our eagle eyes watching and our bat sonar ears tuned we heard nothing. Coast was clear. Sweet Jesus, el Diablo is getting some ass! (Sorry, it’d been a while…)
Anyway, we’re fooling around and that’s when I hear it. Footsteps! Oh sweet Mary mother of god. I froze. With the cocked eyeball and everything, really not an attractive look if you’ve ever seen it. Bryan must not have heard it but he had felt me turn to stone and looked up to see what was the matter. I pointed to the hall and then he froze . . . . No one, hmm. So we continued on our merry way. That’s when I heard the basement door creak. “Oh god, grab the sheet, cover us!” was what I exclaimed. He stopped covered us and listened, nothing. Then he told me not to be so paranoid and relax. I just couldn’t. Needless to say he distracted me with his manly ways and we were off again. I was just starting to enjoy myself when the metal bar that is the leg of the couch started to lift with a swishing motion and hit the hardwood floor. Then the tense started to creep back into my psyche, I thought to myself if he was doing this better I really wouldn’t care if someone caught us. That’s when he stopped and froze. My heart about stopped. Then he laughed. He was just kidding. VERY FUNNY ASS! And that was my night.
The lesson/motto I’ve learned from that experience is as follows:
I’ve decided if you can’t afford a hotel room then you really can’t afford to fuck me.
Back to the present, someone got a hotel room for tomorrow! Yay, now we can fuck on disgusting sheets. But, at least no one will walk in at any given moment.
Back to the beginning of this blog, I really am in a rut, but I’m trying like hell to get out. I can’t stay like this forever and I’m making changes. I’m not sure I want to talk about them quite yet, so stay tuned for those developments.
Hmm what else is going on, I have time to kill after all I’m at work.
Vampires… I really wish I was one. I’m getting wistful just thinking about it. Me and Satan would be awesome. Money, cars, men and debauchery. It’d be awesome. Sigh.
Ok, well, I still have to post this and catch up on Satan’s blog so ta ta for now dears.
I haven’t blogged in months.
Keeping stuff inside isn’t healthy.
I’m at an impasse. I’m stuck in a rut. I’m in a fix. I’m in a funk.
Something is seriously wrong with me.
Where to begin, hmm… Let’s start with the easy stuff. Take this weekend for instance, tonight I am going to take a nap then go out with Satan, Saturday I’m going to see Chelsea Handler with SF#2, for her birthday, and then on Sunday I’m going to help her pack up her apartment.
I really need a drink, it’s been hellish at work today, and no I do not solve my problems or moods with booze. Ok, that’s a lie, yes I do. But today I really don’t give a shit, I’ve been thinking about how much I drink. It’s not a huge amount really, but I feel the need to justify it. Look, I’m getting old, at thirty I will not want to drink as much as I do now. Thus, I need to make my remaining years legendary.
LEGENDARY!
Sorry, that was purely for Satan.
Speaking of drinking we have a new motto, Satan and I:
Fuck drowning sorrows, let’s drown souls!
I might get some ass this weekend. Actually let me restate that, I BETTER GET SOME ASS THIS WEEKEND! The last time really didn’t work for me and I want tomorrow to be awesome. Yes, I’m alluding to the fact that I had sex on a pull out couch in someone’s living room because the guy I’m fucking is a cheap bastard.
Let’s rewind. So a few weeks back Bryan came down to hang out and go downtown with all of his buddies. Jase included, god help me. I don’t know what I ever saw in that kid, I digress. So they all got home at a decent time, I guess no one was really into the ‘drink till you shit’ mood.
Anyway, they we’re all playing cards by the time I showed up. I played a few rounds and generally just talked a lot of shit. I knew that the only way I was going to get some ass is if they went to bed, this is where the pull out comes into play. I was getting desperate. Trying to convey “go to bed so I can fuck your best friend, but please pretend you don’t hear anything because I’m not a whore” is hard to do with your eyes. I gave it my all though. Then I stooped, yes stooped Satan, to yawning. I think finally they got the hint because Jase’s friend left and he retired downstairs and Nel said he was going to put a DVD in and pass out. “FINALY!” My mind screamed, if I knew then what I knew now I’m not so sure I would have been excited about that prospect.
So we waited and waited until we heard the TV turn on upstairs and we waited for Jase to get out of the shower downstairs, there was a chance he would have to come back up for something and I really didn’t want to be caught in flagrante.
So with our eagle eyes watching and our bat sonar ears tuned we heard nothing. Coast was clear. Sweet Jesus, el Diablo is getting some ass! (Sorry, it’d been a while…)
Anyway, we’re fooling around and that’s when I hear it. Footsteps! Oh sweet Mary mother of god. I froze. With the cocked eyeball and everything, really not an attractive look if you’ve ever seen it. Bryan must not have heard it but he had felt me turn to stone and looked up to see what was the matter. I pointed to the hall and then he froze . . . . No one, hmm. So we continued on our merry way. That’s when I heard the basement door creak. “Oh god, grab the sheet, cover us!” was what I exclaimed. He stopped covered us and listened, nothing. Then he told me not to be so paranoid and relax. I just couldn’t. Needless to say he distracted me with his manly ways and we were off again. I was just starting to enjoy myself when the metal bar that is the leg of the couch started to lift with a swishing motion and hit the hardwood floor. Then the tense started to creep back into my psyche, I thought to myself if he was doing this better I really wouldn’t care if someone caught us. That’s when he stopped and froze. My heart about stopped. Then he laughed. He was just kidding. VERY FUNNY ASS! And that was my night.
The lesson/motto I’ve learned from that experience is as follows:
I’ve decided if you can’t afford a hotel room then you really can’t afford to fuck me.
Back to the present, someone got a hotel room for tomorrow! Yay, now we can fuck on disgusting sheets. But, at least no one will walk in at any given moment.
Back to the beginning of this blog, I really am in a rut, but I’m trying like hell to get out. I can’t stay like this forever and I’m making changes. I’m not sure I want to talk about them quite yet, so stay tuned for those developments.
Hmm what else is going on, I have time to kill after all I’m at work.
Vampires… I really wish I was one. I’m getting wistful just thinking about it. Me and Satan would be awesome. Money, cars, men and debauchery. It’d be awesome. Sigh.
Ok, well, I still have to post this and catch up on Satan’s blog so ta ta for now dears.
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