1. The mess in the room will be mine and mine only.
2. I don't have to fear going to the bathroom after my roommate has taken a shit.
3. I can listen to my OWN music and my OWN tv.
4. My belongings will be less eligible to be ruined.
5. Decorations will go wherever I want them to.
6. I won't hve to listen to my roommate having "silent" sex.
7. The room temperature will be exactly where I want it to be.
8. I won't have to do anyone elses dishes.
9. No need to worry about missing or borrowed things.
10. I can finally cover my walls with potatoes.
11. I don't have to listen to anyone's bitching.
12. My hampsters can roam freely about the room.
13. I won't have to listen to anyone's conversations on the phone.
14. I can use the whole refrigerator.
15. NO MORE DIRTY BATHROOMS!!!!
16. I don't have to worry about random splooge marks on my couch.
17. No more stinky foods left over on the stove/counter/fridge.
18. Trash will be only found in the trash can.
19. I won't run out of toilet paper.
20. I can do things MY way.
21. I won't have to try to fall asleep listening to snoring.
22. I won't have to cram everthing under my bed.
23. I can use AAALLLL the acrylic I want and not have to listen about how bad it smells.
24. No one can steal my cookies.
25. My furniture won't be dumping grounds for clothing.
26. I can cover my whole floor with pillows.
That's all I can think of for the moment.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Sunday, December 4, 2005
Notes from a drunken friend
Ace: im a it dctunk right now i hpe you have ufn at that up all night thitn g and get a god night sleep have fun love you fbeststed friden d ace man guy
Awww. Isn't that sweet.
Awww. Isn't that sweet.
Monday, November 28, 2005
She needs to walk the plank
My apartment is filthy. I can't stand it any more. She is making messes so fast I can't keep up with it. I shouldn't have to keep up with it. I miss Carmen. She was so clean.
Lynette is beyond help. I am going to have to talk to her about it. I swear, all she does while in this house is eat and sleep. Somewhere in-between those times she is able to make a shit load of, well, shit. I come back from home to find the spill of hot chocolate I made the night before I left still there. Plus some. It's unbelievable. I can't stand it any more. I am going to have a nice little chat with her. I don't even want to go into the kitchen for fear of what may be living in there.
God help me!
Lynette is beyond help. I am going to have to talk to her about it. I swear, all she does while in this house is eat and sleep. Somewhere in-between those times she is able to make a shit load of, well, shit. I come back from home to find the spill of hot chocolate I made the night before I left still there. Plus some. It's unbelievable. I can't stand it any more. I am going to have a nice little chat with her. I don't even want to go into the kitchen for fear of what may be living in there.
God help me!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
It sucks being up early
| You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish |
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
| Your Band Name is: |
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| You Are Creepy |
 Serial killers would run away from you in a flash. |
| You Are Changing Leaves |
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| You Are a Kogyaru! |
 If it's cute, you'll wear it. Fake and bake, hair bleach, and bright makeup line your bathroom cabinet. As for clothes - anything that's short and cute ("kawaii!"). You are the prize object of all sorts of men - but you are really looking for a rich foreign guy. He'll find you out hanging out in Shibuya shopping at the 109, text messaging and sending photos over your cellphone. |
| Tootsie Roll Pop |
 It only takes three licks to get to your center! |
| Your Sexy Brazilian Name is: |
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| You Failed the US Citizenship Test |
 Oops, you only got 3 out of 10 right! |
| Your Monster Profile |
 Cursed Nightmare You Feast On: Olives You Lurk Around In: The Ocean You Especially Like to Torment: Your Exes |
| What Your Sleeping Position Says |
You are calm and rational. You are also giving and kind - a great friend. You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games. |
| You Are 22 Years Old |
 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. |
| You Are |
 A Scary Pumpkin Face You would make a good pumpkin and liver sandwich. |
| How You Life Your Life |
 You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside. You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it. |
| Your Brain's Pattern |
 Your mind is a firestorm - full of intensity and drama. Your thoughts may seem scattered to you most of the time... But they often seem strong and passionate to those around you. You are a natural influencer. The thoughts you share are very powerful and persuading. |
| Your Birthdate: October 8 |
 Watch out Donald Trump! You've got a head for business and money. You'll make it rich some day, even if you haven't figured out how yet. A supreme individualist, you shouldn't get stuck in a corporate job. Instead, make your own way - so that you can be the boss. Your strength: Your undying determination Your weakness: You require an opulent lifestyle Your power color: Plum Your power symbol: Dollar sign Your power month: August |
| You Are an Emo Rocker! |
 Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing. That doesn't mean you don't rock out... You just rock out with meaning. For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding. |
| Your Musical Tastes Match: Nicole Kidman |
 See her whole playlist here (iTunes required) |
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: A Kind Chief. Where You Lived: France. How You Died: Natural causes. |
| Your Inner Child Is Sad |
 You're a very sensitive soul. You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have. Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone. You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time. |
| You Passed 8th Grade Math |
 Congratulations, you got 8/10 correct! |
| You are |
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| Your Daddy Is Arnold Schwarzenegger |
 What You Call Him: Papito Why You Love Him: You don't love him, you just love calling him "daddy" |
| Arty Kid |
 Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique. You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented! |
| You are Agnostic |
 You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care. For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine. You rather focus on what you can control - your own life. And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you. |
| You Are 90% "Average American" |
 You are average because you wouldn't pay to go in space. You are not average since you don't think affirmative action is necessary. |
| You Are a Martini |
 There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush. You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! |
| Your Japanese Name Is... |
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| You Are Somewhat Machiavellian |
 You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead... But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself. You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place. You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to! |
| Your Career Type: Artistic |
 You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary. |
| Your Animal Personality |
 Your Power Animal: Deer Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker. While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational. |
| Your Hair Should Be Purple |
 Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional. You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights. |
| The Movie Of Your Life Is Film Noir |
 So what if you're a little nihilistic at times? Life with meaning is highly over-rated. Your best movie matches: Sin City, L. A. Confidential, Blade Runner |
| Your Eyes Should Be Blue |
 Your eyes reflect: Innocence and sweetness What's hidden behind your eyes: A calculating mind |
| You Are Internal - Realist - Powerful |
You feel your life is controlled internally. If you want something, you make it happen. You don't wait around for things to go your way. You value your independence and don't like others to have control. You are a realist when it comes to luck. You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random. You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you... But you do your best to try to make your own luck. When it comes to who's in charge, it's you. Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler. You don't care much about what others think. But they better care what you think! |
| You're An Alcoholic |
 Time to go back to step one. |
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Sunday, November 6, 2005
Ooo spooky
Went to a haunted house Friday night and returned last night to give a bpy my number. He's cute. I hope he calls. He said he'd see what he can do. I have no clue what that means.
Lynette's boyfriend is sleeping on the floor using MY blanket. Juuuuuust a little PO'd about that one.
Time to slam doors and knock things around a bit.
Off to work I go.....
Lynette's boyfriend is sleeping on the floor using MY blanket. Juuuuuust a little PO'd about that one.
Time to slam doors and knock things around a bit.
Off to work I go.....
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Shake it a bit.
If you haven't noticed I've been spending some time on the photoshop. I do believe it's the best thing since bendable toothbrushes.
Halloween I glued pretzels to the side of my neck for work, and it was quite interesting some of the reactions I got.
I pseudo hit on some guy who was in an interview to get a job at Spencer's. They should definately hire him.
I've also been kind of hitting on another fellow who now works at Spencer's. He's a cutie. Only problem is that he smokes. But otherwise cute. And he seems fun. Who knows if anything will happen with it. It'd be fine with me!
School is moving along OK. I'm going to be done with speech next week, and that makes me happy. I really need to work on some 3D modeling, long story with that one, but to sum it up- I'm only about 1/4 of the way done. Maybe.
Alright that's all I can talk about right now. I have to work on some homework.
Yay speech.
Halloween I glued pretzels to the side of my neck for work, and it was quite interesting some of the reactions I got.
I pseudo hit on some guy who was in an interview to get a job at Spencer's. They should definately hire him.
I've also been kind of hitting on another fellow who now works at Spencer's. He's a cutie. Only problem is that he smokes. But otherwise cute. And he seems fun. Who knows if anything will happen with it. It'd be fine with me!
School is moving along OK. I'm going to be done with speech next week, and that makes me happy. I really need to work on some 3D modeling, long story with that one, but to sum it up- I'm only about 1/4 of the way done. Maybe.
Alright that's all I can talk about right now. I have to work on some homework.
Yay speech.
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
THEY'RE COMING FOR YOUR SOUL!
They walk among us, acting as if they ARE one of us. But they aren't!
Hidden as teenage girls, they prowl the scope of malls, watching, waiting, hungry for the souls of innocent shoppers. They act, talk, and look like any other teen. The only thing that is different are their eyebrows. Yes, their eyebrows. Upside down Nike signs are their symbol.
Remember NEVER to look into their eyebrows, for if you do your soul will be ripped away and you will become one of THEM.
Hidden as teenage girls, they prowl the scope of malls, watching, waiting, hungry for the souls of innocent shoppers. They act, talk, and look like any other teen. The only thing that is different are their eyebrows. Yes, their eyebrows. Upside down Nike signs are their symbol.
Remember NEVER to look into their eyebrows, for if you do your soul will be ripped away and you will become one of THEM.
Friday, October 28, 2005
A crusade has begun.
Tim. Let me tell you a little about this guy.
He resembles Jabba the Hut, only with glasses and a receding hairline, who is seemingly a DICKtator even though he screws things up and doesn't know what he's doing, and constantly talks on his cellphone to his Trekkie buddies.
To put it lightly, very very very lightly, I am sick of this man.
I'm not quite sure why he was hired, because no one ever tells me anything. However, he seems to think he was put in charge of my store, a Manager of sorts. Again, not sure why. At Pretzel Time we generally run ourselves. After the proper training, all of us can do what we need to do, and we do it right. I run a tight ship there, but it's been successful and everyone can handle problems on their own.
And then there was Tim. He's mussing everything up down there, everything that I've worked my ass off for for the past 9 months, and fucking things around. I've talked to those who actually own the store, and they think he's doing a good job.
So- since it seems I am alone in this thing (I know everyone else hates It, but of course they won't say anything about it) I am just going to stop what I've been doing the whole time I've worked there; work. Nope, not going to work. I'll make pretzels, yes, and I'll sell them to customers. But that whole cleaning thing? Nah, not for me any more. And the sampling? Well I'm not getting anything out of it, so off it goes with that. The lists that I made? Oh those will stop too. I don't need them. Who cares what's done and what's not done? No one will notice anyway. Oh and the truck? Well it seems Tim knows what we need (even though I wrote everything down that I needed, he still was able to mess it up- and it's not exactly the easiest thing to mess up, considering I had EVERYTHING WRITTEN DOWN AND READY), so I'm just going to let him handle it.
I'm going to start looking for a new job. Simple as that.
I would like to work at Petco, but who knows if that will happen. You have to apply online, so I don't even talk to anyone as I'm doing it.
But, I'm looking around, checking things out.
I'm pretty sure if I leave, shortly afterward Jarad will leave. He's only been there for about a month and a half, and he's been fucked over pretty badly already. He doesn't like Tim either, and more than likely if I leave, Tim will be there.
Wish me luck on this crusade, I probably won't need it, but do it anyway.
I say, OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
He resembles Jabba the Hut, only with glasses and a receding hairline, who is seemingly a DICKtator even though he screws things up and doesn't know what he's doing, and constantly talks on his cellphone to his Trekkie buddies.
To put it lightly, very very very lightly, I am sick of this man.
I'm not quite sure why he was hired, because no one ever tells me anything. However, he seems to think he was put in charge of my store, a Manager of sorts. Again, not sure why. At Pretzel Time we generally run ourselves. After the proper training, all of us can do what we need to do, and we do it right. I run a tight ship there, but it's been successful and everyone can handle problems on their own.
And then there was Tim. He's mussing everything up down there, everything that I've worked my ass off for for the past 9 months, and fucking things around. I've talked to those who actually own the store, and they think he's doing a good job.
So- since it seems I am alone in this thing (I know everyone else hates It, but of course they won't say anything about it) I am just going to stop what I've been doing the whole time I've worked there; work. Nope, not going to work. I'll make pretzels, yes, and I'll sell them to customers. But that whole cleaning thing? Nah, not for me any more. And the sampling? Well I'm not getting anything out of it, so off it goes with that. The lists that I made? Oh those will stop too. I don't need them. Who cares what's done and what's not done? No one will notice anyway. Oh and the truck? Well it seems Tim knows what we need (even though I wrote everything down that I needed, he still was able to mess it up- and it's not exactly the easiest thing to mess up, considering I had EVERYTHING WRITTEN DOWN AND READY), so I'm just going to let him handle it.
I'm going to start looking for a new job. Simple as that.
I would like to work at Petco, but who knows if that will happen. You have to apply online, so I don't even talk to anyone as I'm doing it.
But, I'm looking around, checking things out.
I'm pretty sure if I leave, shortly afterward Jarad will leave. He's only been there for about a month and a half, and he's been fucked over pretty badly already. He doesn't like Tim either, and more than likely if I leave, Tim will be there.
Wish me luck on this crusade, I probably won't need it, but do it anyway.
I say, OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!
CONNELLSVILLE, Pa. - According to Fayette EMS, a mother was taking her two children, ages 5 and 7, to school Thursday morning just before 6:30 a.m. They were heading on Morrell Street and came upon a sharp curve, when somehow the 5-year-old child fell from the car.
"She had fallen out, rolled about 30 feet down the road. She fell out of the back seat. She was restrained in a child seat, from what I understand," said paramedic Julie Peters.
Peters is a supervisor for Fayette EMS, and the first to arrive on the scene in Connellsville.
She said when she got there, the little girl was confused and clearly upset. Fortunately, she seemed to be in good health.
"She was conscious and alert the whole entire time and acting appropriately for her injuries -- a little scared, but other than that, she did really good," said Peters.
Peters said the family was obviously worried and afraid for the little girl.
"Mom was extremely shaken up -- very upset. And the other child that was with her was also a very good trooper through the whole situation," said Peters.
Peters believes the 5-year-old's fall was simply a strange, unfortunate accident. She said the mother appeared to be aware of the large curve in the road.
The mother seemed to be driving the posted 35 mph speed limit, and Peters said both of her daughters were in their safety seats when the youngest fell from the car.
"I'm not sure if there was some kind of malfunction or if something happened during the trip. I guess they were going to school, but we're unsure at this time," said Peters.
Peters said she made the call Thursday morning to have the 5-year-old girl flown to Children's Hospital, just as a precaution. But she said the injuries the girl suffered appear to be just some cuts and bruises.
Who fucking knows......
"She had fallen out, rolled about 30 feet down the road. She fell out of the back seat. She was restrained in a child seat, from what I understand," said paramedic Julie Peters.
Peters is a supervisor for Fayette EMS, and the first to arrive on the scene in Connellsville.
She said when she got there, the little girl was confused and clearly upset. Fortunately, she seemed to be in good health.
"She was conscious and alert the whole entire time and acting appropriately for her injuries -- a little scared, but other than that, she did really good," said Peters.
Peters said the family was obviously worried and afraid for the little girl.
"Mom was extremely shaken up -- very upset. And the other child that was with her was also a very good trooper through the whole situation," said Peters.
Peters believes the 5-year-old's fall was simply a strange, unfortunate accident. She said the mother appeared to be aware of the large curve in the road.
The mother seemed to be driving the posted 35 mph speed limit, and Peters said both of her daughters were in their safety seats when the youngest fell from the car.
"I'm not sure if there was some kind of malfunction or if something happened during the trip. I guess they were going to school, but we're unsure at this time," said Peters.
Peters said she made the call Thursday morning to have the 5-year-old girl flown to Children's Hospital, just as a precaution. But she said the injuries the girl suffered appear to be just some cuts and bruises.
Who fucking knows......
Talk about bad decisions
Not like I'm enough of an emotional basket case, I decide that watching A Walk To Remember would be funny.
Oh how wrong was I. I cried. Yes. I cried from all the stupid, corny, cheesiness that is a romance movie. The movie was sad and pathetic, as am I right now.
Oy I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon. I'll just be thinking about that movie and how much I want someone in my life like that!
DAMN YOU HOLLYWOOD SAPS!
Oh how wrong was I. I cried. Yes. I cried from all the stupid, corny, cheesiness that is a romance movie. The movie was sad and pathetic, as am I right now.
Oy I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon. I'll just be thinking about that movie and how much I want someone in my life like that!
DAMN YOU HOLLYWOOD SAPS!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Hey. Hey look guys. It went right through me.
I am forced to straighten my hair every day now, because if I don't, I end up looking like Ashlee Simpson. And I do't want to.
Today there was some bitchy woman at work. I'll tell you about her at a later date. I have yet to fix my scooter....not sure when that will happen. I also have lots of homework which I have yet to do.
I just saw Sin City. That was a really good movie! I usually can't stand movies based on comic books, but the artisticness of it all was really great.
Oy, I've been sick for over a week now, and it's just getting worse and worse. I still can't breathe out of my nose. And that sucks a lot, because I always end up waking up in an extremely dry, and hurting mouth.
That's it. My nose is clogged and that's all I have to say. I'm thinking my head will explode shortly.
Today there was some bitchy woman at work. I'll tell you about her at a later date. I have yet to fix my scooter....not sure when that will happen. I also have lots of homework which I have yet to do.
I just saw Sin City. That was a really good movie! I usually can't stand movies based on comic books, but the artisticness of it all was really great.
Oy, I've been sick for over a week now, and it's just getting worse and worse. I still can't breathe out of my nose. And that sucks a lot, because I always end up waking up in an extremely dry, and hurting mouth.
That's it. My nose is clogged and that's all I have to say. I'm thinking my head will explode shortly.
Sunday, October 9, 2005
Oh well.
So I'm still here. Since divine intervention didn't seem to happen (or did it? Hmm.) I'm going to attempt to make the most of it.
So- I'm putting myself out there. Fearless, open, and as fun as I can possibly be. Of course I'll be grumpy sometimes, I'll have bad days, I'll be moody. But of course nothing is perfect, and I know I can never be. But I have to try at least. Not like I haven't tried, but maybe I have to try harder.
That's all I have to say about that.
I went to see Wallace and Gromit yesterday, and it was so good! I loved it! So funny. I appreciate the people who do that kind of work so much! I can't even describe!
When I went to go into the theater, the ticket guy told me to stand in the line because he was waiting to see if the theater was clean. So when the guy told us we could go in, a woman, with 4 children surrounding her, all under 10, slowly turns around and says, "He has the tickets that asshole..."
I surry pass them and get the best seats in the house (Oh yes, the ones in the center of the room with the bar right in front). Lo-and-behold, the woman comes and sits to the right of me. One of her kids asked her for her candy. The woman, still standing by her seat at the time, replies, "Will you give me one Goddamn minute?!"
I was afraid to show laughter for fear of decapitation.
It was a very good movie though, and I suggest anyone to see it. It was very funny, and beautifully made.
"Look Gromit CHEESE!"
So- I'm putting myself out there. Fearless, open, and as fun as I can possibly be. Of course I'll be grumpy sometimes, I'll have bad days, I'll be moody. But of course nothing is perfect, and I know I can never be. But I have to try at least. Not like I haven't tried, but maybe I have to try harder.
That's all I have to say about that.
I went to see Wallace and Gromit yesterday, and it was so good! I loved it! So funny. I appreciate the people who do that kind of work so much! I can't even describe!
When I went to go into the theater, the ticket guy told me to stand in the line because he was waiting to see if the theater was clean. So when the guy told us we could go in, a woman, with 4 children surrounding her, all under 10, slowly turns around and says, "He has the tickets that asshole..."
I surry pass them and get the best seats in the house (Oh yes, the ones in the center of the room with the bar right in front). Lo-and-behold, the woman comes and sits to the right of me. One of her kids asked her for her candy. The woman, still standing by her seat at the time, replies, "Will you give me one Goddamn minute?!"
I was afraid to show laughter for fear of decapitation.
It was a very good movie though, and I suggest anyone to see it. It was very funny, and beautifully made.
"Look Gromit CHEESE!"
-_-
I'm sitting here. In the living room. Listening to Julie and Rob have sex.
*squeak squeak squeak*
Yeah. Silence huh?
First off- any sex that is done in silence is CREEPY.
Second, when you're having sex and being quiet about it, that's sad. Cause that shows you're not really enjoying it. And it's just sex. And it should be "Making love." If I am going to have sex, I am going to do it the right way and have the full experience of it. Moans, gasps, clawing, and lots of bed rocking.
Yeap. Just ruined the beautiful moment of dirty humping by letting them know they're not quite as quiet as they think they are.
*squeak squeak squeak*
Yeah. Silence huh?
First off- any sex that is done in silence is CREEPY.
Second, when you're having sex and being quiet about it, that's sad. Cause that shows you're not really enjoying it. And it's just sex. And it should be "Making love." If I am going to have sex, I am going to do it the right way and have the full experience of it. Moans, gasps, clawing, and lots of bed rocking.
Yeap. Just ruined the beautiful moment of dirty humping by letting them know they're not quite as quiet as they think they are.
Saturday, October 8, 2005
What went wrong?
Well. I'm still alive. I give myself 24 hours. If I'm not dead by then, I retract any and all statements previously.
So it's off to a bad start already, because of one David who seems to hate me....because I gave him free pretzels.....and made him laugh, and shared fun movies and good music with him.
GAH- I don't get people. I have to try my best to send him to the back of my mind. One question I would love the answer to is- what makes me attracted to such assholes? *Sigh* I don't know what I do wrong any more. It seems everything.
Well, I'm out.
MAY THE LEGION OF SATANIC SQUIRRELS BITE OFF YOUR NUTS AND HIDE THEM UNDER SEWAGE!!!
So it's off to a bad start already, because of one David who seems to hate me....because I gave him free pretzels.....and made him laugh, and shared fun movies and good music with him.
GAH- I don't get people. I have to try my best to send him to the back of my mind. One question I would love the answer to is- what makes me attracted to such assholes? *Sigh* I don't know what I do wrong any more. It seems everything.
Well, I'm out.
MAY THE LEGION OF SATANIC SQUIRRELS BITE OFF YOUR NUTS AND HIDE THEM UNDER SEWAGE!!!
Good bye world
So long, farewell, aufedersein, good bye.
It's been a rocky and rolly time. 
So here are the last photos of me.
As I go away and hide, and hopefully enjoy my time alone.
Friday, October 7, 2005
Julie said I couldn't die this weekend because Friday next week she'll have a man for me. Covered in fruit rollups.
I reminded her that was her thing, so she suggested peanut butter and sugar, and I requested some milk.
I just hope it won't be Greg.....
I was going to let myself die last night, but I copped out. I was feeling bad for Julie because of everything that has happened within the last day. So she's not a happy camper. And finding her roommate deadon the couch wouldn't be so pleasant.
If I do continue living, I'm going to get a bigger dose of Zoloft because the effect is losing itself.
I didn't sleep too much last night. I've been u0p since about 9 this morning, and damn I'm tired. I have to go to work in an hour, yippee. Get to train a new girl. She better not be stupid. And she better be 18 or older, and she better learn quickly.
I'm done.
AND THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS: 19 hours
I reminded her that was her thing, so she suggested peanut butter and sugar, and I requested some milk.
I just hope it won't be Greg.....
I was going to let myself die last night, but I copped out. I was feeling bad for Julie because of everything that has happened within the last day. So she's not a happy camper. And finding her roommate deadon the couch wouldn't be so pleasant.
If I do continue living, I'm going to get a bigger dose of Zoloft because the effect is losing itself.
I didn't sleep too much last night. I've been u0p since about 9 this morning, and damn I'm tired. I have to go to work in an hour, yippee. Get to train a new girl. She better not be stupid. And she better be 18 or older, and she better learn quickly.
I'm done.
AND THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS: 19 hours
EEEeeeeeyup.
Well I was doing OK for a while there. I watched The Omen. That was a pretty awesome movie. I enjoyed it throughly.
Now I am counting down until Saturday. Ugh, I'm hoping I die sometime Friday night. Or Friday morning. I'm thinking that would be better.
If I don't, I may either;
1. Get really depressed, cry some, and mope around the house.
2. Go down to 209 and see if those boys are hotties.
3. Drive insanely to the outskirts of Pittsburgh hoping something will happen (i.e. car accident.)
Who knows which one it will be. Frankly I just want to get drunk off my ass right now. But I can't, I know no one with alcohol and I have to work tomorrow. It's going to be a fucking long ass day. I have to train a new girl, and I really don't want to. I hate teaching new people. It sucks a lot.
I think I'm retaining water cause I'm fat. I haven't really been eating, because I'm sick and I just don't have anything to eat. So I think I'm retaining water. Don't know how to fix that.
Meh, good riddens to everyone. Can't wait to be gone. I'm sure you're all thinking the same.
(God I am so pathetic. I am way too emo....)
DAYS UNTIL FINAL GOODBYES: 1
Now I am counting down until Saturday. Ugh, I'm hoping I die sometime Friday night. Or Friday morning. I'm thinking that would be better.
If I don't, I may either;
1. Get really depressed, cry some, and mope around the house.
2. Go down to 209 and see if those boys are hotties.
3. Drive insanely to the outskirts of Pittsburgh hoping something will happen (i.e. car accident.)
Who knows which one it will be. Frankly I just want to get drunk off my ass right now. But I can't, I know no one with alcohol and I have to work tomorrow. It's going to be a fucking long ass day. I have to train a new girl, and I really don't want to. I hate teaching new people. It sucks a lot.
I think I'm retaining water cause I'm fat. I haven't really been eating, because I'm sick and I just don't have anything to eat. So I think I'm retaining water. Don't know how to fix that.
Meh, good riddens to everyone. Can't wait to be gone. I'm sure you're all thinking the same.
(God I am so pathetic. I am way too emo....)
DAYS UNTIL FINAL GOODBYES: 1
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
Where there's a will, there's a way
So, here is my official will for when I die. This is to the only important people in my life.
Caleb- You get my bras and underwear. I know you'll enjoy it. And my CD's.
Katie- All my wonderous fluffy pillows.
Ace- My car.
Julie- My scooter and the secrets to making fabulous pretzels
Lynette- All my blankets.
Carmen- My TV.
There you have it. To my family, you can sell everything else on Ebay or something. Just make sure my Tombstone reads, "I told you so."
DAYS UNTIL THE FINAL FRONTIER: 2
Caleb- You get my bras and underwear. I know you'll enjoy it. And my CD's.
Katie- All my wonderous fluffy pillows.
Ace- My car.
Julie- My scooter and the secrets to making fabulous pretzels
Lynette- All my blankets.
Carmen- My TV.
There you have it. To my family, you can sell everything else on Ebay or something. Just make sure my Tombstone reads, "I told you so."
DAYS UNTIL THE FINAL FRONTIER: 2
Monday, October 3, 2005
The Little Things That Kill
I never want to be a mall walker.
Doing laps around the mall, lifting 1 lb. arm weights and wearing ankle weights, thinking it actually does them good.
Tell me why they're still fat.
Two women pushing strollers at light speed, constantly checking their watches to see exactly how fast they're going, their blubber writhing with each inch moved, showing that they had one child too many.
And how do they arrive to their daily workout? By car.
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Hey do you have a Myspace?
No.
Why not?! You should get one!
Why?
Because they're cool!
Well you know what I think is pretty cool? Suicide. Yeah. It's definately in. Cutters are such a joke. Why don't they just do it right and actually cut deep? Only the elite are successful. Major props to them.
You're kidding right?
Of course. I really don't have any reason not to have a Myspace. You know, it's not like I have a full time job, or any projects to do. There must be something wrong with me if I don't have low enough self-esteem as to feel the need to post tons of emoesque pictures of myself attempting to look sexy and show much cleavage then beg to have all my "friends" leave comments about them so I can go back and read them and make myself feel semi-important because a 40 yr. old horndog posing as my 16 yr. old internet buddy told me I'm cute.
*Blank stare*
Call me crazy I suppose.
But you have a blog!
*Sigh* Blogs and Myspace are two very distinct and different things. I use my blog as a way to express myself, my feelings, and my general craziness in attempt to keep myself sane. Writing is a fun thing for me, and it helps me calm down and relax. I don't use it as a dating service, nor as a personal shrine, nor as a forum in which to whine and complain about every little thing in my life that goes wrong and hope everyone has a pity-party for me.
Hmph. Well I like Myspace.
Good for you. Now go do it right, and pop a bottle of Tylenol down your throat, slip into the bathtub overflowing with water, slit your wrists, and drop in a pulgged in hairdryer.
Doing laps around the mall, lifting 1 lb. arm weights and wearing ankle weights, thinking it actually does them good.
Tell me why they're still fat.
Two women pushing strollers at light speed, constantly checking their watches to see exactly how fast they're going, their blubber writhing with each inch moved, showing that they had one child too many.
And how do they arrive to their daily workout? By car.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hey do you have a Myspace?
No.
Why not?! You should get one!
Why?
Because they're cool!
Well you know what I think is pretty cool? Suicide. Yeah. It's definately in. Cutters are such a joke. Why don't they just do it right and actually cut deep? Only the elite are successful. Major props to them.
You're kidding right?
Of course. I really don't have any reason not to have a Myspace. You know, it's not like I have a full time job, or any projects to do. There must be something wrong with me if I don't have low enough self-esteem as to feel the need to post tons of emoesque pictures of myself attempting to look sexy and show much cleavage then beg to have all my "friends" leave comments about them so I can go back and read them and make myself feel semi-important because a 40 yr. old horndog posing as my 16 yr. old internet buddy told me I'm cute.
*Blank stare*
Call me crazy I suppose.
But you have a blog!
*Sigh* Blogs and Myspace are two very distinct and different things. I use my blog as a way to express myself, my feelings, and my general craziness in attempt to keep myself sane. Writing is a fun thing for me, and it helps me calm down and relax. I don't use it as a dating service, nor as a personal shrine, nor as a forum in which to whine and complain about every little thing in my life that goes wrong and hope everyone has a pity-party for me.
Hmph. Well I like Myspace.
Good for you. Now go do it right, and pop a bottle of Tylenol down your throat, slip into the bathtub overflowing with water, slit your wrists, and drop in a pulgged in hairdryer.
Sunday, October 2, 2005
Adventures in Needle-land
Here are my oh-so-fucking awesome pictures of my time in the tattoo parlor. Twas wonderous!
Here's the before picture of my beautifully pale leg BEFORE the attack.
The outline. It tickled quite a bit.
@cTiON ShOTt!!!
I approve!
Mmmmmmmm bloooooood.
Finito!
Me and the artist formerly known as Psycho Mike.
Here's the before picture of my beautifully pale leg BEFORE the attack.
The outline. It tickled quite a bit. 
@cTiON ShOTt!!!
I approve!
Mmmmmmmm bloooooood.
Finito!
Me and the artist formerly known as Psycho Mike.
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