30 June 2006
however, a perk to job #2 is that i brought hercules. he's sleeping in the east ghetto. i think he peed on the floor. but if i don't acknowledge it, it didn't happen, and this is for two reasons: 1) it's not my floor, and 2) job #2 has cleaning people.
29 June 2006
i gave hercules a bath this morning. it was so cute. he looked like a tiny white rat. he's so small, just 2.8 pounds. that's only 1.27 kilograms. he's teeny! he smelled awful this morning, so it was into the sink he went. he didn't seem to mind it too much, but he wasn't a big fan of the blow dryer. i won't be trying that anytime soon. hehehehehe...
i don't have to go back to work until monday. that's crazy talk right there, sister. i'm getting bored. i do have to work at mccroskey's tomorrow and perhaps our favorite eye candy from down under will make an appearance. oh, what to wear? these decisions are tough, let me tell you. i do get to take the puppy, as he's just too small to leave home alone for so long, but next week is the real test. i picked up a ton of hours pre-puppy, like 12 hour days, and i don't know how puppy will survive. so sad. but i need the dollars to pay for my new purse and his new collar. teehee.
28 June 2006
so i didn't go to ogg. i'm taking the time to bond with my new puppy. and i have a lot to list on ebay. and dad doesn't feel well, i can hear it in his voice. he sounds really tired. but its kind of nice to be at home, with nowhere to be and nothing really pressing to do. i'm really good at doing nothing.
so last week, i loaned jorge money. i felt bad, i know the kid doesn't have any, but truth be told, i didn't really have the funds to be loaning myself. i'm better off than he is, don't get me wrong, and i don't think he'd ask me unless he really needed it, he's never asked before. it was weird. i think i'll consider it a long term investment, becuase i don't think i'll get it back unless he wins the lottery. and there's still several months before he can legally play the lottery.
oh, hercules. he's such a doll. kittnen doesn't think much of the puppy, although he finds the new puppy food refreshing. it's kind of funny to watch our massive kitty get chased by a tiny puppy. hercules was almost a murphy, and then almost a hans, and then i almost liked quimby. but hercules is quite fitting. too cute. about five years ago i knew a little girl with a bichon named webster, she called him webby, and she was awful to him, but she had the biggest crush on earache. i tried to initiate a trade, but her mom and earache had qualms about it. i guess the mom paid like 1500$ for the dog, and earache wasn't too keen on spending life with a teenybopper.
19 June 2006
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13 June 2006
don't expect that anytime soon.
work. so at work, i bid** a 1330-1900 shift. it's a lovely shift, one that i'm destined to work for the rest of my natural born life, i'm convinced. and that's fine. whatever. it's 5.5 hours a day, 7.5 hours a day with the commute, completely workable. i like my job. well, apparantly part time is the new full time, because i was one of the lucky ones to get my shift extended. and not by like 30 minutes or an hour. no. we're talking three fucking hours. so my leisurely 5.5 hour day, 7.5 with the commute is now 8.5, 10.5 with my drive. WTF? but i smile and nod and carry on. and under my breath i swear and complain, and then i come here and vent. my last two paychecks have sucked major ass, like jlo ass, what with the mumps and nonrev fees and all, so its a timely change, but i still like to complain. i'm sure that's one of the 12 steps i'm going to have to conquer at some point.
**i say bid with a voice tone dripping with sarcasm because i am second from the bottom on the bid list and i just think it's cool beans that i get a fucking choice in the matter. hmmm...line 8 or relief, whatever will i do? i'm so overwhelmed with all these choices... and you must know in the next 7.5 seconds? bid? hahahahahahaha....
12 June 2006
11 June 2006
10 June 2006
08 June 2006
i have been so bored the last few days, i don't know what my problem is. i've been going to bed at 10p.m. and waking at 6a.m., which is not like me, and while i realize this is a good thing, i'm not really enjoying it much. it's rather pissing me off. if i could sleep later, i could stay up later, but alas, there is no sleep for me and then there is no conan for me. maybe it's because i'm out of one of my meds. i just thought of that. i should go get it. that might help. hmmm... anyway. last night was like the best south park episodes of all time. it was the paris hilton whore off and then the baseball playoffs episode. i love the paris hilton whore off. earache had not seen that one before and didn't believe me when i told him it was bad. it's bad. the pineapple, the whole deal. baaaaad.
06 June 2006
wanker. i still love that word.
yesterday i worked at mcc, it was a painfully slow day. i used to enjoy those days, now they just hurt. misty came in to see me. that was good, i haven't acutally talked to her in a long time. talked to her in person, i should say. we had a wicked snowball fight on saturday, i'm still laughing about that. who's that girl?
05 June 2006
04 June 2006
so last night, we went to see the break up, which is kind of timely, considering that's where we were on thursday night. it's like i told rob this morning, it all sort of came to a head last thursday night. all that shit. all that had been stored up for so long. but back to the movie, and not even the point of the movie, but to vince vaughn. the man is arguably 76 to 79 inches tall, which i find incredibly attractive, since earache is a mere .5 inches taller than me barefoot. 76 inches. that would so rock my world. i dig tall guys and look at me. that's okay. the legend goes that those that are vertically challenged overcompensate in other areas of their life, and while some accomplish this by driving a corvette, i don't think this is earache's style. i can't vouch for this behavior though, at least not recently. (it's been for-fucking-ever.)