That's the last time I ever hope that a workplaces catches fire. Never know when you'll be inside.
Happy Birthday anyway, Elly! I hope it's great. :)
You can take all of your making up with me, and shove it straight up your fudge chute, because I don't give a rat's ass if you want to fix shit 20 years after you should have given a fuck. If you really cared about me, you would have come to me when it mattered or, you know, any old time before it benefited you and only you to do so.
I don't want to walk on eggshells about this anymore. The whole thing makes me want to goddamn rip off your face, rip off his face, and rip off my own fucking face for knowing everything that I now suddenly know and being in the middle of this crap sandwich that you two are so intent on making together.
I am getting married, you selfish fuckers. For once, it is NOT ABOUT YOU. So grow up, shut up and fuck off.
Thanks, and good night.
Not 10/20/2010, though. ;)
I think this is the first time that I've actually be truly bored at work. Tonight is just dragging on and on and on. Just get over it, Saturday!
Quennie will be here in a couple weeks along with another one of my good friends (Chris from Kentucky - THE ORIGINAL REDNECK). Yes, he deserves his own title as it is necessary to understand what exactly he is before you can begin to understand him. He's a great guy, great friend, and I'm really glad he has a chance to come down with her as I'm sure we will have a blast. Last year, he got drunk at Quennie's wedding, did a hoedown on the dance floor, karaoke'd to a Clint Black song and passed out in her yard. If that does not scream entertainment, you need to take a look at that again.
Hoedown. Clint Black. Passed out in the yard.
Something about drinking brings out the country in me. You guys know about that karaoke video of me in Mexico, right. I'm gonna kill my cousin for putting that on the internet. FREE MARGARITA NIGHT IS NOT FREE, FOLKS.
- Mood:bored
- Mood:mischievous
I have a general question for those of you who care to answer.
What are your favorite color combinations?
I was wrong. Oh god, was I wrong.
Sometime around 4pm, I went outside to sweep off the patio area and the most horrible feeling struck me the second I opened the door.
What is this? Is that... my skin melting off? Oh, am I dead? Did the sun crash into the earth? Did a gateway to hell open up on the patio? Did we get nuked? All logical conclusions considering the temperature outside was somewhere around - oh - 9 billion degrees. The heat was so thick that it felt like its own entity. Seriously, if I was blind, I would have thought that I had stepped into the first ring of hell/center of a volcano/surface of the sun. You could actually breathe in the heat, and it felt like I was going to burst into flames. Those who are skeptical of spontaneous human combustion need to spend an afternoon on my patio in the summer.
So, with all of that said. I miss snow.
... kind of.
Here is the deal: I cut half of my damn finger off last week trying to swat a fly off of my laptop. I wish I could explain in detail, because I'm sure it makes no sense, but I can't. All I know is that my laptop holds the power to mangle flesh. Scary? Quite. I suppose this is payback for the Sangria night when I flipped it 5 feet onto the living room floor because I was, and I quote, "fucking tired."
Well, you know. I AM fucking tired. I'm fucking tired of people, I'm tired of school, I'm tired of work. I'm tired of being tired and having no time to sleep. I'm tired of people telling me THEY'RE tired and sad and upset and stressed and whoooooooocares cause we ALL are. I'm tired of excuses. I'm tired of not having money. I'm tired of not being able to be there for my friend when she obviously needs a friend. I'm tired of insensitivity. I'm tired of the goddamn swine flu. I'm tired of my car always breaking. I'm tired of my cats getting sick and having to go to the vet. I'm tired of cleaning up puke from said sickness. I'm tired of the apartment being dirty and having to do the dishes everytime I look at the kitchen. I'm tired of watering the plants. I'm tired of having to wash my hands every 20 minutes because I'm a hypochondriac. I'm tired of having to buy 3 bags of cat food and 2 buckets of cat litter. I'm tired of CNN, Larry King, republicans, democrats, pirates, epidemics, pandemics, the president, the supreme court, and that journalist accused of being a spy. I'm tired of having to get up an hour before I have to be somewhere to get ready. I'm tired of fattening foods, healthy foods, middle eastern food and sushi. I'm tired of people bragging. I'm tired of that bitch in my ASL class who is always fucking talking when we're trying to learn stuff. I'm tired of having to carry groceries up two flights of stairs. I'm tired of my rent going up. I'm tired of our hamster smelling like a diaper. I'm tired of shit leaking in the fridge causing a disgusting mess on the bottom shelf. I'm tired of being expected to work every holiday. I'm tired of not being able to go where I want to go when I want to go. I'm tired of traffic on the interstate, side roads, and sidewalks. I'm tired of this city. I'm tired of my fish losing their eyeballs. I'm tired of hearing crazy conspiracies from my co-worker. I'm tired of forgetting to bring my eco-friendly bags to the grocery store. I'm tired of being eco-friendly. I'm tired of feeling guilty when I see the faucet dripping in the shower. I'm tired of my flashlights never having batteries. I'm tired of needing an umbrella and never remembering to buy one. I'm tired of having an excessive amount of travel size hand santizers, chapstick, lip gloss and perfume and never remembering to put it in my purse. I'm tired of Wamu being Chase. I'm tired of the recession. I'm tired of never writing anything here. I'm tired of all of us being scattered all over the internet now and no one talking. I'm tired of complaining now.
I'm done.
Kiros: =O
Rain in texas in summer?
(Sounds like there's a gigantic storm pretty much ravaging the middle of the US)
Annie: great
that means Cody is gonna call in cause it's raining
he's such a weiner
he calls in for rain
who does that shit?
Kiros: ...what the hell?
Is he a witch?!
If not, I THINK HE CAN COME IN.
UNLESS HE IS A WITCH. THEN MABYE ITS OKAY. OF COURSE YOU MAY HAVE TO KILL IT WITH FIRE THEN
Annie: lmao
I dunno if it's the time
or what
but seriously
I actually lmao'd
my ass is, in fact, missing
By the way, we miss you Bouche.
Why do you make me hate you so much, Time Warner?
I didn't think I'd have to drag this sucker out again, but it seems that it's time.
And I don't even give a shit that Justin is in it. That's how PISSED Time Warner makes me.
I love the place we stayed at. It was beautiful - the beach was perfect and not crowded at all. Plus, it was Cancun, so what's not to love about the scenery? I could, of course, do without the endless sales pitches, but that's just part of the tourist experience in Mexico I've found.
On our last day, we took the boat to Cozumel from Playa del Carmen and I realized how much more I love Cozumel than Cancun.
Most of the vacation was just spent on the beach or eating or both.
My dad and step-mom love Chantra, which I think I always expected.
However, something happened on this trip that ruined a really big part of my life. Specifically, something my dad did. I don't feel comfortable getting into it. Those of you closest to me know a small part of what happened, but I don't think I'm secure enough to get into the details of why it hurt so much that he did what he did. I guess it's just something that parents DO. They're so careless and stupid sometimes - my dad in particular.
Anyway, I'm going to try not to make this emo. Here are some pictures of Mexico:
The Beach at our hotel:
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Some Unfortunate Scenery:
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The Hotel:
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Views from the Room:
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Playa del Carmen:
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Cozumel:
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And now, Kimi tagged me!
( Once you've been tagged, write a note containing twenty-five random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. )
Tah.
- Location:school
- Mood:calm
This will be the first time that Chantra has met my father and step-mother. I can't decide if that's something worth being nervous over. I try to gauge these things by watching Chantra, but he's so freaking laid back that he never seems nervous. I've seen him panic once, and it was because I startled him out of sleep (HILARIOUSLY) and I don't even think that counts because you can't be held responsible for what you do when you've been suddenly awakened. So, the point: I can't tell whether or not to be nervous. I think I won't be, because it's not worth it. Even if my dad found some ridiculous reason not to like him, he would never make him feel unwelcome, or me uncomfortable. Why would I feel nervous? I guess it's just that whole thing where it's normal to be nervous when your boyfriend/girlfriend meets your parents? Whatever, it's neither important, nor interesting.
Moving on...
Well. Look at that. Nothing to move on to.
Need sleep -
- Mood:drained
Here's to the future, my friends. Happy 2009. :)
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hier. You deserve the best one ever. :)- Mood:giddy
What do you say after being gone a month with nothing but these ridiculous fluff posts. No content, nothing interesting. No one cares about that.
What's really going on?
It's hard to explain without pouring out emotions I don't want to let spill into the internet which is supposed to be so... big, anonymous, and it's really just a farther-reaching version of the life I know "in real life."
I am happy. Sometimes I have to stop and think about that to realize that I am. Like it doesn't make sense, or I don't want to understand it. I'm so used to wanting something to change that I don't know what to do with the luxury of having no complaints. Where do you go from there? Make something up? Pick a fight over the car being wrecked or spending too much on a video game when you really don't care. You're just fine with it, stupid in love and knowing that things are going to work out for a change. Complain about having nothing to complain about. That's where I am, which is why I am so lucky to have who I have - someone who doesn't try to make sense of it, or feel bad about it, or make me feel bad about it just because he can.
So, it makes sense that I still can't think of something. I have a million problems - take your pick. But I can't complain, because everything that matters is just fine.
Happy Holidays. ♥
- Mood:calm
snowpupgirl, because I don't think I could have worded it as passionately as she has.http://snowpupgirl.livejournal.com/1491
- Mood:determined
Le temps a laissé disparaître.
Comment to be added.
*sex0rz things*
- Mood:horny
