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[Aug. 3rd, 2007|02:42 am] |
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I'm semi drunk on home made wine from the diesel man. I had a good night. Things are really starting to settle in. Brian is really moving. We made plans for like every night this next week. I hope we live them up. I'm broke, but the closing is soon, so I'm just going to work and wait for the tide to roll in. xoxo |
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[Jul. 30th, 2007|02:35 am] |
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I got this candle today that smells like cut grass. How amazing. It makes me so happy. I hate candles. I'm going to start writing again... here. I noticed that no one posts any more... not since early last summer. Funny. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2007|11:18 pm] |
So there's this guy I know. He's got all these crazy couple's photo's up on his facebook of him and his girlfriend. It just made me laugh. That's all.
I worked 11 hours today and it majorly pissed me off because as I was ready to leave around the 9 hour mark and I got dumped with a crap load of work. And since both of my boss's are on vaca this week and our gm left early I couldn't put in my notice. Arg. I fucking have enough already.
I came home and was all go go about doing some more work on my house but job hunting takes tops right now. There's also blood on the wall. Apparently the cat kicked the dog's ass earlier. WTF. |
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| for the love of the sea |
[Feb. 15th, 2007|01:05 am] |
What a glorious 2.5 days off of work. Let's see, where to start... oh perhaps my transmission finding its place in death. All hail the Monte: my savior till further notice. Somehow working 6 hours was a half day to me. Eh, Monday's are like your Tuesday's to me anyway. And speaking of Tuesday... can I get a eff yeah for the snow: my raging excuse for not going into work and doing some mad work on my house. Today was my regular day off and I spent this Hallmark holiday at the auto show. I think my next auto will be a Jeep. We'll see. I might shed a few tears if I have to give up my sports car. I'll def have to put in some OT because being part of the home owners club automatically makes one a broke joke.
I spent my evening sanding and plastering up the rest of the walls. That's 3 days in a row now that I've done some major work. Hooha. My shins are bruised up and my hands all dried up... but I've got one more sand and touch up left before I prime everything and in 2 weekends my floors are getting refinished. So, I'm well on my way to my March Victory like I've planned.
Saw the second Pirates of the Caribean tonight as well. Pretty good. I love pirates. Last night we came across this movie called LOVE OBJECT on fear net... you can get it on OnDemand if you have Comcast... I don't know how to explain it for I don't think there are any words for it really. All I can say is if you want to see a really fucked up movie about blow up dolls, stalkers, and bondage, this is totally your movie.
Regardless of the 18 text messages I got today, some how I really did manage to forget that today was Valentines Day. Thank god I wasn't at work. I'm sure there was a stank of roses fluttering around the office. Gag me sober. Not that there is anything wrong with that because I'm sure if I had a boy who liked me and did super sweet things like that for me, I'd be all mush about being in love as well. BUT since I don't have a hot boyfriend (and never have) like that, I say FUCK IT cause I've got better things to do like hang drywall and stain some trim. And you know what they say about girls who know how to mudd... |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|12:34 am] |
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Like all the rest of Jason Statham's movies, at first I don't like them, but they grow on me and some how I end up owning them. Snatch is still my #1. |
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| embracing insanity |
[Feb. 11th, 2007|12:32 am] |
So in the past 2 weeks I've heard of 4 deaths and 2 births. Holy shit I didn't even know one of them was pregs too! How awesome are new born babies? I was never a baby person, but they've grown on me since my friend had one. I still think they all look and stink the same, but eh whatever. My boss got a call on Friday at noon that her dad had passed away in the night. I was all sad as if I had met the man, but really I was sad because I remembered that I lost my dad too. She was freaking out because she had to call her brother and sister and tell them. I just sat motionless in my desk teary eyed because in my head a clip played of me breaking the news to each of my sisters, my mom, his brother and wife, his sister, my boss... me.
Well, since Gay December is over and January was an easy month, February pretty much marks the transition of me trying to move on with my life. 2-1 we closed my dad's estate file with the county and 2-2 I closed on my house. My goal is by the end of March to finish what my dad started on the house and find me in the rubble of what I called a life in the past year. If my dad taught me one thing and one thing only, it's that I'm the only one I've got in the world and things just don't happen - I have to make them happen. If my dad were to only teach me two things, it would be all that junk above, and that everyone else in the world is a dumbass and I'm the only smart one. Hahahah if you didn't know my dad, then you'd think we were snobs, but really we're just drunks.
Anyway, why myspace? I dunno. Livejournal is second my my link list and I just feel like writing. Don't ask me if I'm okay or tell me that things will be alright. Duh. I know things will be okay. I mean come on... I pretty much took care of everything regarding my father's name for the past year. I've busted my ass at work to pay the bills, fought to keep my home, managed my sanity, partied with my friends and family... I know things will be okay because they already are.
I feel a little crazy some times. Some times I don't ever want to speak another word as long as I live. Other times I can't shut up. I feel like the break in a symphony where you don't know if you should clap because that set is over or not.
As Henry B. would say... Some people never go crazy. What truely horrrible lives they must lead. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006|11:12 pm] |
I figure if I keep tuning, eventually something will come in. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2006|12:30 am] |
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I'm so stupid. I forgot to lock the gate up last night and when Havoc went outside he decided to leave and party all night without telling me. He had 2 whole hours to roam before I even found out, so automatically I drove straight to the police station to report him and get animal controls number. Then I spent the next 2 hours driving around with tears rolling down my face looking for my boy. NO luck. I came home and was so exhausted from working on the house all weekend plus the few 3 hours of sleep I had the night before, that I passed out in my bed still in my cloths. I got 5 hours of sleep, rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth and went to work. I have no idea what happened today. Everything was like a hallucination. I called 5 of the surround police stations and animal controls to report him and just as I got off the phone with my sister the 16th district called me to say an off duty officer had found him and he needed to be picked up asap or he'd go to the pound. I dropped everything I was doing at work and ran out the door. My boss was like WHAT THE FUCK is going on?! hahaha He cut his paw and was dirty, dehydrated, hungry and very tired. He was so happy to be home that he wouldn't leave my side. We took an hour nap together and I went back to work for a few hours. When I got home I gave him a bath, gave him some more dinner, and set him up for bed. He's a little weird, but I think it's because he's tired and freaked out. He won't even play with Deacon. That's okay. I'm so glad he's back. I freakn' love that dog. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|02:07 am] |
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My dog ran away from home tonight and it's all my fault. I forgot to lock the alley gate and now he's gone... 3 hours ago gone. I drove around and down every street here for an hour and a half, went to the police station, and called animal control. Where's my puppy?! I'm fucking upset. What am I going to do without my boy? Havoc come home. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2006|05:17 am] |
Yesterday, I knew today was Sweetest Day. I don't give a fuck really. My affections of love do not need a Hallmark holiday to represent. You know who you are, and if you don't then you probably aren't one of them.
I got up this morning at the butt crack of the day to head off to work, but realized I had an appointment at 10am with the insurance agency. I now have my very own Home Owners policy with a big fat deductible and premiums and everything. Whatever. Well, work didn't prove to be any more helpful to the start of my day. Everything there was a big cluster fuck as usual. I left after lunch knowing that I would be called later in the day with some drama.
Anyway, I spent from 130pm Saturday afternoon to 430am Sunday morning working on my house. Building stairs, drywalling, mudding, eating pizza, running to Home Depot 8 times and bullshitn' with the neighbors when then came over to help. I'm tired man. I do have to say that I am forever greateful to my homey and forever in his debt, for without his help and random jokes, I don't know where I would be right now. To my neighbors as well. I don't think there are words for my thanks and appreciation. Fuck appraisers and lies. Give me 48 hours notice again and I'll fucking show you and your yuppie, loafer wearing ways.
Well, I'm sorry I missed breakfast and your parties. Not to mention all the calls I didn't answer or cocktails I did not drink tonight. Adulthood is a bitch. And to that one person who left me a happy sweetest day note at the end of my day - thank you for momentarily making me forget that I have to wake up in 3 hours. |
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