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100 fun facts for cocktail parties that pertain to the superjanel. have fun.

1. my hair is naturally curly.
2. my eyesight is getting worse as i age.
3. i wear glasses. sometimes i wear contacts.
4. i have really bad allergies. year round.
5. i'm not a very good swimmer but i can float.
6. i'm afraid to swim in the ocean.
7. i dislike white socks and green jello.
   
8. i rarely have the patience for the elderly.
   
9. i haven't balanced my checkbook in months. i wouldn't know where to start.
10. i love crude humor; even fart jokes.
11. i have five tattoos.
12. i have my sixth and seventh tattoos picked out.
13. i'm not sure what i want to do with my education.
14. i like being unemployed.
15. i eat a lot of cheese.
16. once, when i was 13, i broke a window with my foot. accidentally.
17. once, when i was 14, i broke a bunch of windows with my fist. not an accident.
18. i once fell off the hood of a moving car - this is a sport called escort surfing.
19. i have two brothers; they're awesome.
20. i have a half-sister. she has a lot of kids: six.
21. i don't want kids.
    
22. i have two cats.
23. i have two fish.
24. i rarely return phone calls and i hate voicemail.
25. i think george stephanopoulos is adorable.
26. i don't pay a lot of attention to politics even though i know i probably should.
27. i love coloring books.
28. csi: miami is one of the best shows ever.
29. thanks to david caruso.
30. i spent an ungodly amount of money on tempur-pedic pillows. they are so worth it.
31. i collect swatch watches. when i travel my bag always gets inspected because it ticks really loudly.
32. i still sleep with a teddy bear and my tickle bunnies.
    
33. i'd rather have a few really good friends than a ton of people that i kinda know.
34. when i drive by a patch of highway that is currently not adopted (you know the adopt a highway program), i feel bad for it. is it an undesirable stretch of road?
    
35. i call my mom so she'll talk sense into me. she makes me laugh. she's awesome.
36. i don't call my grandma often enough.
37. i don't ever want to get married again. ever.
    
38. i'm kind of a scatterbrain.
39. and i'm sort of a slob.
40. my iq is crazy high.
    
41. but i act like it's not so people 1) won't expect much out of me and 2) won't guess that i'm paying as much attention as i do. this is so very useful.
42. i took the act in the seventh grade. i probably scored higher than you.
43. i haven't been to church in forever but i'm considering going back.
44. i love books. i love the smell of books.
45. i love the smell of office supplies. i love to breath deep in staples. ahhhh...
46. i have many pairs of adidas. many.
47. i love skateboarding shoes. i don't skateboard well - my last attempt ended badly and i was almost hit by a car.
48. i've had more jobs than i am years old.
49. my birthday is 07feb. i expect lavish gifts.
50. when i was in the third grade, my mom braided my hair almost everyday.
51. i could never work at cold stone creamery; i would weigh a ton.
52. i have a set of mark twain novels published in 1906.
53. i'm on my way to becoming an alcoholic. i don't get hangovers anymore.
54. i love baseball.
55. i love baseball players. especially pitchers.
56. i love traveling. but i love coming home. no bed feels as good as your own.
57. i sing all the time. i'm not a good singer and i don't care.
58. i can play many instruments.
    
59. i love marching band. i love watching marching bands.
60. when i was 11, i got my foot caught in the spoke's of my brother's bike. it peeled off a whole lot of skin and it looked like the inside of a fish.
61. my goldfish eat oranges.
62. people like to talk to me. sometimes i don't listen.
63. i get bored really easily.
64. grey goose and cranberry is my drink of choice. but i'll try just about anything.
65. i can't do cartwheels.
66. i can suck my upper lip into my nose and hold it there for an extended period of time.
67. i love movies. and buying dvds.
68. i sunburn really easily. and then when it all peels off, i can tan.
69. i like to make faces at children.
70. i have a lead foot. i drive too fast. way too fast. it's genetic.
71. i can be really nasty when i'm mad.
72. if you're important to me, you have your own ringtone on my cell.
73. and if you're not, i don't answer when you call.
74. i worry about my future. but not for very long. or too often. just when i pay bills.
75. i drive a grey buick rendezvous. his name is uugof. i have named all my vehicles: gary, lucy in the sky with diamonds, grandma betty crocker boo, goldie hawn solo, nermal, shavonda jackson, and uugof. (his mother was a volkswagon.) there was a blue buick in there somewhere; it was called the chickwagon.
76. my stepfather is amazing. i like to tell people he's really my dad.
77. my real dad's okay. you just have to know what you're getting into. and then you can't be disappointed.
78. i have amazing friends. with really comfy sofas. :)
79. i get migraine headaches. they're awful.
80. i stress about my weight. but not too much or i wouldn't eat so much cheese.
81. i make a mean ziti. it's the only thing i can make that doesn't come in a box.
82. i love gangster movies: the godfather movies, goodfellas, casino.
    
83. i have a tv that weighs as much as i do.
84. i hate moving.
85. i live in illinois. that's crazy.
86. i've decided i don't like people from wisconsin. just because i can.
87. i try to be very open minded but some things are very trying. so are some people.
88. i have a degree, a b.s. in e-business. i don't know what that means or what to do with it.
89. i am currently attending the university of dubuque. it's why i moved. or maybe i was just bored, i don't know.
    
90. i have two bedrooms: a summer room and a winter room. i sleep in the winter room.
91. i've had two cavities.
92. sometimes when i'm nervous i chew my bottom lip.
93. i love gangster rap. i really like all kinds of music.
    
94. i can be sort of arrogant. it's an act. i'm really not, but it's my self defense mechanism.
95. i will forever be in debt to the goverment for student loans.
96. i'm not a very good driver.
97. i hate having my picture taken.
98. no cake tastes as good as wedding cake. wanna get married?
99. i crack myself up. i am so freakin' funny.
100. i like my hair.

i'm spent. g'nite. muah!

a girl's got to have her shoes

look at this shit. aren't these hot? are you wondering what those are, on my new shoes?

those are angry little muscley starfish. hehehe...

now check these out.

these are my new superstars. with pink argyle stripes. i am so cool it's disgusting.

and aren't those socks just amazing? :)

no more drinking and blogging.

OMG. when i drink, someone needs to take this shit away from me. i am a melodramatic little whiny sucky baby. ugh.

a preface is necessary

any misspellings - well, let me apologize in advance. i'm typing as slow as i can fathom but i'm not making any guarantees. the tears in my eyes don't allow for kosher proofreading conditions and i'll be the first to admit that i've had too much to drink but it didn't stop me from asking for more.

i miss my life. i miss my house. i miss the husband i thought i had. i miss our inside jokes and our snide comments. i miss the best friend i used to have and the level of comfort i used to have in my own home. i miss being me. because now, i'm a fragment of me, living in a shard of my old life. and some days i can barely stand the reality i've created for myself. the sad thing is that it didn't have to end up this way - this is the outcome of my own instigations. so i have no one else to blame.

but me.

i'm in love with myself, my old way of thinking and the person its allowed me to become. unfortunately, life won't let me be that person. i've been laid off from a job sector i apparently invented - because no one else lives or works in this fantasy land that i've created.

sometimes i just want it all to go away. sometimes i wish i'd succeeded.

i hope misery loves company; it's all i'm good for.

i've never known anyone so plagued with such luck. honestly, he'd be better off with no luck rather than the poor luck he's been blessed with. i have a friend that has suffered more lately than any one person should have to - and it doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

last night i was graced with the pleasure of watching another human being's heart literally break. i've not seen that before; usually it's me on the flipside of that emotion and while i'm in the midst of it, i don't want to stand in front of a mirror to take notes on how it really appears.

it's not pretty.

i'm not going to go into detail, because the details aren't mine to divulge, but there is carnage. and he deserves to be upset and hurt. but i just can't get over the expressions on his face. those just about broke my heart, for him. because i know what he's going through. it's a sharp pain in your gut, like your entrails are being pulled from your body. your heart pounds and your mind races and there's not a thing you can do about it. it's pure adrenaline and for all the wrong reasons. because once the words are out there, they're out there. they don't go away and they can't be forgotten.

i just can't get over the range of emotions on his face. i really wanted to cry for him. and then i wanted to injure the person that did this to him, because that's the kind of person that i am. i'm generally not a violent person, but i do belong to the school of thought that a swift blow to the kneecaps with an aluminum baseball bat will solve incompetency in much of the general public; this particular hapless soul included. this person should fear me; i hold grudges and take the well being of my friends very seriously. he has fucked with my chi and it won't be soon forgiven.

but here is my dilemma: how can i help when really all i can do is commiserate? my advice is trite and my experiences too new; my own wounds are too fresh to offer any real assistance. so i find myself just nodding as we share awful stories. i don't know if this is helping or even healthy. every now and then i can resurrect a tidbit passed on to me from my mom, but mostly i just nod. i don't feel very useful. i just wish there was something i could do.

seriously. if he'd let me drive to ord and bash some kneecaps, i'd be all over that bitch like stink on shit. fucking cocksucker.

i am NOT a goat, damn it

all my life i have been led to believe by various chinese restaurant placemats that my chinese astrological sign was monkey. i've led my life as a monkey. so tonight i'm all excited to read that i can get my free chinese horoscope (again, that word!). except i enter my birthdate and it comes up that i'm not a monkey but a goat. what the fuck? i am NOT a goat. i have never been a goat and at thirty minus three years and nine days, i will not become a goat now. bitches. so when i read my fortune i felt better - it had a typographical error in it. so there is no credibility to this. and i'm still a monkey. besides, are the chinese furbies so lazy that they can only write a horoscope once a week? what is that? that's dumb. it's not like they're that busy.

i still haven't done any homework. :)

you look like a buick?

so funny...




i love it.

we're only 61 days out boys and girlies

only 61 days until opening day. i don't care how - i am going to be at wrigley field on april 9 when the cubbies play their home opener against houston. i don't care if i have to become a vixen of the night, selling my self on street corners; i don't care if i have to harvest my eggs; i don't care if i have to sell a kidney; i don't care -- you get the point. i will be there. and quite possibly, i will find a way to be in cvg on april 2 for their first game. (gran massa champ, i'll stop calling you cartman and making references to your growing arse and world of warcraft if you'll help me out with this...) anyway. only 61 days. i can buy tickets on 23feb. oh yeah.

today was school. and do i feel learned. apparently my pompous prof and i read completely different chapters for this week's class - shit, we read completely different books. because i don't know where he got what he got out of the reading, but all i got was a serious nasty headache. so tonight i just followed along and highlighted what he outlined as the major points in the chapters because i seem to have missed every single one of them. ugh. i hate this class. i hate this man. at least my classmates seemed to have a lil' more personality this week. or maybe i was just awake this week. or maybe i was just concentrating on something other than getting drunk. it's hard to say.

work. i've thought about getting a job, which ought to count for something but unfortunately does not when it comes to paying rent and pacifying my mother and my roommate. so today i was doing what i usually do: watch sportscenter and eat apples until about noon when my current gm called to see why i hadn't submitted my paperwork for my leave of absence yet. and honestly, it's on my list of things to do, along with about a bajillion things that i eventually intend to do, such as alphabatize my sock drawer and attain world peace. so she asked me mail it in, along with my badges and my keys. and i said okay and hung up the phone and then i about cried because i don't want to send in my badge. i like my badge. i like my job. i love my job. i'm incredibly sad that i don't get to go to work anymore. so i logged on to jetnet and was just dicking around when i saw that cid has an opening for a ft agent - that's what i am. that's my job and it's only an hour away. so i called cid's gm and discussed this and he's going to call my gm and discuss this and she's going to think i've lost my fucking mind but honestly i've changed my mind and there is nothing for me here in dbq with eagle (right now, anyway) and i can't bear the thought of getting a 'real' job and i don't really feel like trying so i think this is a good decision. (that is the run-on sentence from hell.) we'll see what happens, i guess. i've heard good things about the gm in cid and the kid that i made a complete fool out of myself with at ramp training is no longer listed on their seniority list, so i'm prolly safe. :) i hope.

what else? oh. this was not nice. gran massa champ (who, if he does not assist me in getting to cvg on 02apr for reds/cubs action will be referred to as cartman) told me that i'm arrogant. do you think i'm arrogant? i don't think i'm arrogant. i'm stuck up, yes, and i tend to think that i'm better than most people at most things (even things that i have no experience in)... and i think that i have just defined arrogant. piss. when did this happen? can a person change? the sad thing is, i sort of like me, so i guess that means i sort of like me arrogant and a pain in the ass. fuck.

one thing that i find interesting is the receptionist part of my roomie duties. i didn't realize i signed up for this job but it's been bestowed upon me, like it or not. so when the occupant of the south side of the house decides to take a holiday and stops answering his phone, his significant other calls/texts/messages moi to see where he is. little does the significant other know is that i'm the last person that gran massa champ tells where he is because if it's something he wants to keep secret, i'm going to charge him for my silence. and yes, kids, i'm talking dollars. i figure if it's something icky/bad/whatever enough that someone shouldn't be told, i should be compensated for its' weight on my conscience as well. this has happened a couple times. don't get me wrong, i like significant other. i just think it creates an interesting situation for me. but no one really stops to consider that, do they...? but no worries. i just answer questions 'do you know where he is?' with responses like 'i have no idea... he left here yesterday dressed in feathers and pink high heels holding a sack of potatoes and a fistful of two dollar bills... i didn't think a thing of it until the cops called...' hehehe... :D

do you watch comedy central? yes? no? go to their website and search for demetri martin. that guy is a crack up. omg. 'if i ever saw an amputee being hanged... i'd just shout out letters..' oh my funny.

okay. more homework to do. blecch. what can i do instead of homework? i've already filed and paid bills and cleaned the litterbox and made a sandwich. i'm out of things to do. so i guess i'll do homework. ugh. again, why did i go back to school?

peas out.
love,
superfreakinawesomereceptionistjanel

i'll do anything... just make it stop

i'm ready to throw myself on top of an uncapped highlighter in the hopes that it will pierce my sternum and stop my heart so that i don't have to read any more of this dismal shit. omfg. make it stop. i mean, come on - i'm playing squelchies on pogo as an alternative to this shit. i fucking hate squelchies. that's how bad this is. ugh. and i wanted to back to school why?

i'm okay with being unimpressive.

i was up most of the night last night reading last night. mom gave me a book, 'the tenth circle', and it's incredibly involving. i think it was about 0400 when i finally put it down. i'm about 2/3 of the way through it and i want to be reading it now but i've promised myself that any reading that i do now will be of the homework variety and there will be no other reading until my homework reading is done. my textbooks are about as dry and uninteresting as my classes; this has to get better - it's going to get better, right? this monday night class, especially this monday night class is going to kill me, of nothing else but sheer malaise. thinking about it this very second makes me yawn uncontrollably. i also have to go to the bathroom, but i don't think that's connected to thinking about monday night class. hmmm...

so today i accomplished things. i rose before noon (thank you kitties) and left the house before noon and spent dollars before noon. i went to lowe's and bought a showerhead, and i'll be damned if that's not the easiest fucking thing to install. the new one is wonderfuckingful. the old one was nice... at first. it was sort of a sharp sprayer - one of those ones that loofahs off all your dead skin. and then on day two, when you don't have any skin left, it starts to sort of hurt. so i wasn't going to take it anymore. so i went lowe's and bought a new one. and brought it home and took a shower in the rain, because that's why i bought it, apparently it feels similar to showering in the rain. except i'm not outside and it's not really rain and i wouldn't really know what that feels like anyway. :)

i also went to best buy (hehehe...) and borders and target. it's dangerous to live in a city where such things are just available. because when you live an hour away, you plan a trip and decide if the things you think you need are really things you need. chances are, they're not, and you don't make the trip to the big city and you save yourself the gas and time and energy. now it's like, ooh, starbucks might still be open. and 100$ later i have a grande iced caramel macchiato and 94$ in dvds that i really like but didn't necessarily need.

i'm going to need a job.

clean up in aisle five. LOL. mason just barfed on the grand massa champ's bed. i cleaned it up, because it's my cat and i'm responsible for him. but if the grand massa champ tosses cookies too, i'm not in charge of clean up for that one. he's on his own. :) he shouldn't complain too much; it was solid at least and not that runny green shit he has been barfing. somebody brought houseplants into the house even though i strongly advised that anything leafy, green, and not kept in the crisper drawer of the fridge is just considered kitty salad no matter what height at which it is kept. so of course, kitties have been munching away and i've been cleaning up nasty green puke all week. neat-o-fun.

today i had a peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich on toast. yummy. i really should just spread peanut butter and mayo on my ass and wait for it to dry but i prefer to take the indirect route with my fats. i was reading that elvis used to eat fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. yum...

so for now, i'm signing off. i'm accumulating a list of things to do in the morning, such as wash someone else's bed sheets. fucking cat.

peas out.
love,
superfreakinsickofkittypukejanel

how true is this?

ooh, you look like dinner...

something tells me this may not end well. for the fish, for the kitty, for the carpet, i'm not sure.

i can't think of a thing to say

it's because i haven't done a single thing today. i didn't get out bed until noon. i read books. i watched movies - i'm still watching movies. i ordered a pizza. and i'm currently sitting on the sofa, where i've been for at least four hours now, and i am enjoying every second of it. tomorrow, though, i have things to do.

janel's list of things to do on sunday, sunday, sunday...

1. call my best gram
2. wash my car
3. go to lowes and buy a showerhead and light bulbs
4. go to best buy :)
5. scrub the kitchen floor

i put myself on the waiting list for cubs season tickets today. my current position is 32,251. i figure by the time i'm about 75, blind, deaf and fully unable to enjoy baseball in any shape or form, i'll make the top of the list and get my season tickets. yes. :)

i wonder if you know what you're in for?

the sun is actually shining here today. i was beginning to think that never happened here. i wonder if i suffer from seasonal affective disorder? maybe i'm just a hypochondriac. maybe i should go tan. hmmm... so yesterday was a long day. drive, work, drive. i'm good at driving long distances and getting better every week. the drive is getting shorter - does that mean i'm getting used to it or i'm falling asleep in the middle of it? i'm not sure. but it doesn't seem to take as long as it used to. i could have stayed in the dutch village but i just didn't want to. i ate dinner with nigel and snackmaster bob and the chil'ens. they're adorable and funny and sweet but they're the absolute best form of birth control ever. nigel's little boy looks like a short little eminem but acts like the rain man, for reasons unknown he'll just yell out numbers, like 19. ha. no kids for me, not anytime soon. so today i'm going to go to the bank and do some homework and soak up some sunshine and maybe wash my car and get rid of all the fast food bags inside and go to the supermarket because i'm out of milk and i'm hungry for cheese. those are my big plans. i know - pretty exciting. i rock.

when the moon is in the seventh house...

do you believe in astrology? my horoscope (i can type it, just not say it) has been eerily dead on lately. i'm generally not a huge believer in this stuff, but sometimes it just can't be ignored. like this is what it says for today:

who of us wouldn't love to feel in complete control of our lives? the reality
is, few of us ever feel this way. you did make a conscious decision to take
a certain path. are you pleased with where it is leading you? while it would
be great to be able to point to successes in life and clearly see the decisions
that caused them, life is not always so clear-cut. for the moment you will have
to trust in your subconscious...

yikes. how do they know? easy. horoscopes are obviously written by furbies, the omniscient little creatures of the late 90s. doesn't he look as though he knows my astrological future? we're looking at the grand wizard of all furbies. he's just a token representative; he may or may not actually write the daily horoscopes and he prolly doesn't answer the furby psychic hotline. he's just the president, not a client... :D for february, the furbies are predicting that i'm going to get robbed on the 15th by a sticky fingered family member and i'm supposed to battan down the hatches and hang on to my important stuff. i don't know what that means. is that literal or figurative? i guess if i wake up on 16feb and my shit's gone i'll know i should have listened to the furby. they know.

yesterday was laundry day. we went to the laundromat. it was not that exciting. but now i have clean clothes and i can start my 10-tshirt rotation over again. i was beginning to feel lost without my weezer shirts. i'd never been to a laundromat before; it wasn't as scary as i'd imagined. in fact, i was able to leave my clothes unattended and do other things. yay me. perhaps i'm not as ocd as i thought i was. hehehe...

i am so bored. i want to take a nap. peas out for now, lovelies.

tap tap, you're fucking dead... what the fuck?

last night, the gran massa champ convinced me that it was in my best interest to view the kill bill series. having not seen it before but knowing that it had received decent reviews, i was all for a mini-movie-marathon. what i was not prepared for was the biggest and stupidist anticlimactic ending of a lifetime. the movie just fucking stopped after she tap, tap, tapped bill in the chest, utilizing a super top double secret probation kung fu move. i have never in my life been so angry at a film, it was almost ridiculous. really. the first volume was interesting, comical - i enjoyed it. the second volume was over the top dialogue and information that had no bearing on the outcome in any way. seriously, i was so angry and so worked up i couldn't sleep last night. i was up until 0200 just swearing and for no good reason except that i'd just spent four hours of my life waiting for something spectacular when i could have been doing something productive. ugh. so, now when the gran massa champ says, 'this movie is so good' i'm going to know that he's a moron in the field of cinematography and i'm not going to listen to him. ever. again.

i'm at job #2 today. that's not even accurate anymore. this is job # only. so let me start over. i'm at job # only today. i had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to be here and after last night's events, i'm tired and hell and sort of crabby. plus my foot looks like hamburger and i'm a little grossed out by it. it's going to get better right? because right now it's not feeling like it's going to get better and it's certainly not looking as though its going to get better; it looks like the toes just going to explode and pop off. wouldn't that suck?

do you remember those commercials for vaseline intensive care lotion with the group of women sitting in a circle scratching the word dry into the arms? this was on when i was a child, so it's not anything recent you're going to find on we. that commercial is like burned into my brain and i don't know why. i used to see if i could scratch words into my skin. vaseline intensive care lotion is prolly soley responsible for a generation of kids my age growing up to be self harmers and cutters. anyhoo, the reason i bring this up is because it is soooo dry in my house the skin on my hands is just chunking up and falling off and it's sort of gross. i've tried hemp lotion and banana lotion and lotion lotion and body butter and nothing is working and my hands sort of hurt and they're looking a little grody. ugh. you'd think all the fishtanks would help the humidity level but it doesn't seem to be working this way.

fish update: roger and adolf are well. they eat like piggies and they love, love, love oranges.

okay. that's all i have for now. i just really had to get that kill bill shit out of my system.

peas out. love, superfreakinhatesthesupertopsecretfivefingerkungfumovejanel

i'm down to eight functioning toes

isn't that gross? it hurts like a mother. it hurts to walk, to stand, to sit - i'm in pain. so today i go to the hospital. i'm thinking that i can get into like an urgent care type thing. as it turns out, here in dbq, they have "convenient" care, available between the hours of 1600 and 2300. those hours are not convenient for me or my toe. so i went to the emergency room with a stubbed fucking toe. it's going to cost me 700$ when i'm all said and done and the remedy was not a cast, nothing spectacular - they taped the fat bastard to the toe next to it. i didn't even get any pain medication; the doctor wouldn't give it to me. i am not satisified with my first hospital experience in this city. i will not be returning to that hospital. give me drugs! give me something to take my mind off the pain! give me a shot! (not that kind of shot.) something. anything. nope. i got a piece of gauze, a piece of tape and the doc's best wishes and his advice: "try not to stub your toe." he's a goddamn genius, gump. gah.

lets talk about school. school is... is stupid too harsh a word? i have two classes. one with a pompous ass of a prof and another with an instructor that wears high water pants with knee high boots. i don't know what kind of fashion statement that is but i don't agree with it. the classes shouldn't be that challenging; they generally aren't. i'm good at school. i'm generally too good for my own good. the challenge will be going and attending and paying attention and staying awake. but until they let me teach the fucking class i will have this internal argument with the institution of higher education (not necessarily the university of dbq but the idea behind higher education in general).

what else can i rant about? i had a conversation with eddy the other day. it left me with mixed emotions. i cried after i got off the phone with him - i miss him. i miss the conversations we used to have. he was my best friend, or i thought he was my best friend, for a long time. it's hard for me to shut that off and pretend it never existed. i guess some people can do that. i don't know how. i guess i just wonder if this is really how it was all supposed to end up, you know? i wonder if i somehow expedited the inevitable or if i'd just kept quiet things would have been okay someday. i'll never know and it's dumb to waste the time wondering, but the thoughts do cross my mind from time to time. it's just sort of a sad situation for all. so after i cried, and it was an ugly, snotty, red-eyed cry, i picked myself up and went off to school. and then i bought myself i big bottle of grey goose and a jug of cranberry juice and drank myself into oblivion. i wasn't feeling a thing until i stubbed my fucking toe. i realize that a stiff drink isn't the best way to resolve that issue but it was the best one i could come with at the time. and today it doesn't hurt as bad. or maybe i'm just not thinking about it. hmmm...

tomorrow i have things to do. laundry is at the top of my list. i also have to check on my student loans and see if i will have dollars this weekend, that would be nice. i need to get my oil changed; uugof is getting desperate. i'm beginning to get mail at my new address - that's a nice feeling. i love getting mail, it makes me happy.

okay. i don't know if i'm going to go to bed or play ps2, but i'm going to go do something. i'm tired of writing for now.

peas out.
love,
superfreakinbigasstoejanel

if you don't chew big red then fuck you

now i know that drinking until i'm stupid is hereditary. i feel better about my ignorance. omg, my fucking toe hurts. i look like i have a sausage attached to my foot where my pinky toe used to be. i'd take a picture but i can't find my camera and there's cheese all over the floor. there was cheese in my hair. gross.

this is my new favorite daily show clip...





i'm hungry. more later.

all we have left is a one pound block of provolone

i would show you the cheese fight but you tube says no. i think have a broken toe. that rhymes. i'm going to bizzed. gnite.

peas out.
love,
superfreakingdoesn'tknowwhentosaynotogreygoosejanel

hiking is just walking where its okay to pee

ugh. according to msn health, today is the most depressing day of the year. all the more reason to stay in bed where it's warm. it's not that cold in the house, it's just not as warm as my bed. i love my bed. it's big and comfy and soft and covered in blankets and pillows and it's just awesome. i had two really awesome pillows to go with my bed, but one is out on loan. for some reason, i don't think i'll ever see it again. i will collect on that someday.

i miss my job. i'm bored as hell with nothing to do and in a few weeks i'm going to be feeling the repercussions of this small "vacation" when i don't have any dollars to pay rent. (readers, feel free to fill the tip jar. i'll even hand make thank you cards with construction paper and markers.) i never thought i'd miss a job; that's so out of character for me. how bizaare. but true. i actually liked my job, i loved the people i worked with - all except a select few i guess.

i talked to mrs robinson last night. we're still planning a trip to cancun sometime soon. it needs to be sooner rather than later because i'm going to lose my flight benefits here pretty quick when my work paperwork gets all processed. that's one downfall to this leave thing that i'm on. the gran massa champ seems to think that i can just call sue and say 'i want to go to cun for a four day drunken fuck fest' and she'll just approve that. i tend to think otherwise. anyway. mrs robinson is in hpn for tdy and she's drinking up a storm and i'm jealous. it sounds like fun. she says all the pax are botoxed to the hilt and wearing fur and that makes me laugh. botoxed, fur wearing uppity women that look perpetually surprised flying eagle. nice. :D

today is best gram's surgery. i called and talked to her last night. she didn't want to talk about it, she wanted to talk about me instead. i think she was anxious about it but she never really said so. i know she just wants it to be over. the entire clan (and i do mean clan; i think there's like 10 or 12 people at the hospital) is in the waiting room right now. she goes in at noon. i'm going to call momma in a few minutos and check in. i'm nervous for her.

so me and nigel talked this morning. i was having an issue with ... life? she cracks me up. only a truly wonderful friend would offer to drive four hours with a roll of 'date' tape and a stack of pornos. i love her more than words can describe, she's the bestest. she wants to go drunken sledding this weekend. that could be fun. :)

okay. there has to be something more productive i can be doing.

peas out.
love,
superfreakinawesomejanel