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[18 Jan 2007|09:58am] |
Nicholas' birthday = good fun.
Bought him a bong. Too bad he's "giving up smoking weed". LIES!!!
On top of that, I was stupid enough to fall for him wanting to feed me cake, and then having him smear it all over my face.
Good times, good times.
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[22 Dec 2006|09:51pm] |
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Dropping two bills on gifts today wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. I think dropping two bills on my credit card is worse. On top of that, I made a new friend that's just as fun and deserving as the others... or maybe I don't know him that well, I dunno. And speaking of friends, my good friend Nicholas punched me in the eye while we were play fighting. There are blood spots under my upper eye lid, my vision is blurry and I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a black eye, but eeeeh, I think I handled it pretty well.
P.S. Has anyone else seen Happy Feet? WOW.
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[20 Dec 2006|07:48pm] |
So because of this whole "Ipswich Serial Killer" thing they're considering legalizing brothels to make it safer for prostitutes.
You know what would be safer for prostitutes? If they stopped subjecting themselves to disease, rape and yes, possibly being killed. And while I understand that sometimes "you gotta do what you gotta do" to get by, there ARE other ways to make money.
Fuckin' weird.
And speaking of doing what you gotta do to get by, we saw The Pursuit of Happyness on Friday. That's tough, and Jaden Smith is adorable.
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[17 Dec 2006|12:16pm] |
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There comes a day in one's life where he or she will simply give up. Life is less of a struggle and acceptance becomes routine.
I have given up. My life is not perfect, but I accept that there are some things I cannot change, and in the greater scheme of things I am one of the lucky ones.
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[13 Dec 2006|10:33pm] |
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Nelly Furtado - Say It Right |
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With all that's been going on lately I'm surprised I feel so calm.
And with that being said, I'm going to bed. Leave me alone.
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[22 Nov 2006|10:00pm] |
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After a good month without food, the spider in Nick and Brandon's bathroom finally died.
The story?
There was originally one spider stuck in the dish.
A week later another spider gets stuck in the dish.
The new spider punks off the old spider by eating it and leaving it's legs.
A month after devouring the old spider, the new spider slowly collapses and dies.
End of story.
The entire process was actually pretty entertaining, but even though I asked the boys to let it go they wanted to see how long it would last. And now that it's dead, for some reason it's STILL sitting there in the dish... with the legs of the old spider that it ate.
Weird.
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| Oh, how I wish it was Saturday... |
[15 Nov 2006|10:20pm] |
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-Work 6a.m. to 2:30p.m.
-Dag's black, white & gold dress-up lunch
-Valery's weedfest/buffet dinner (the two go hand in hand...)
-"Inside" with the rest of the people that irritate me a little less at Superstore
I NEED to unwind.
Did I mention I'm going to a bar mitzvah next month?
Life is so entertaining.
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| Happiest past few days ever. That's rare. |
[08 Nov 2006|08:05pm] |
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Monday - Breakfast, shopping, conversation and lunch with Nicholas.
Tuesday - Going to Not Just Dim Sum (our "place") after work with the man.
Wednesday - Sleep, sleep, cuddles, sleep and more sleep.
The littlest things are often the best.
Ta, and sweet dreams.
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[05 Nov 2006|12:27am] |
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Jill Scott - Gettin' In The Way |
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Because I'm allowed to feel this way and no one can say SHIT.
Because it doesn't matter whether I speak up or keep my mouth shut.
Because "talking about it" doesn't do anything if you won't listen.
Because one of these days I could drive my car off a cliff and you'd be angry, not sad...
I just sleep and work, and this is my life.
And that's how I like it.
So goodnight.
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| Further proof that we know each other all too well... |
[02 Nov 2006|11:51pm] |
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So today I bought myself a "My Little Pony" balloon just for the hell of it.
I brought it to the base, and at that point Nicholas made numerous attempts to pop it with a box cutter.
I left it by the tv for a good ten minutes, and as if I could sense he was up to something I went to bring it into my home-away-from-home room.
He was laying on the couch watching tv and when I grabbed the balloon and said "I came to get my balloon because I don't trust you with it" seconds later I notice the note he attached to it that reads "Leave it alone with me again and it will DIE!"...
^_^
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[30 Oct 2006|10:33pm] |
It is with deep sorrow that I announce the expected death of my final surviving betta fish Gargamel.
Of the four bettas I've owned over the past three years, Gargamel was the second I brought home and has exceeded his life expectancy at 3 years old.
Named for his villainous appearance, Gargamel was quite the opposite, being the only fish that would let me "pet" him.
I'm not even gonna lie. This really sucks. It seems that every time I'm in a mood one of my fishies dies. I kind of expected it, and because he has the same disease the others got before they died I know he won't live for more then 48 hours.
*sigh*... farewell little buddy.
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[27 Oct 2006|04:47pm] |
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The doctor confirmed that I'm perfectly healthy, but he still prescribed three different medications for me to take. Hoo-freakin'-ray. *SARCASMSARCASMSARCASM*.
Tomorrow night will be a relief. I get to dress up as a mobster ^_^... thought it would be cheaper to buy a cheap cigar from work as opposed to buying a fake one or a toy gun. And I could always smoke it afterwards.
Have a good weekend all.
Live it up.
Ta.
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[26 Oct 2006|02:24am] |
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I can't even find the words to say it all, so I'll spit it out as it comes.
-Four separate illnesses afflicting me all at once. What the fuck.
-A metaphorical slap in the face is good for reassuring you that you're a horrible person, despite how "good" you think you are.
-Spider showdown. Was this REALLY the highlight of my day?
-Going to bed. Leave me alone. Yeah thanks.
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| Because it's so random and stupid and fun. |
[23 Oct 2006|02:18am] |
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Putting 45 monkey stickers all over Nicholas's shirt for no reason... well, I wouldn't trade a moment like that for anything. ^_^
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[20 Oct 2006|12:43pm] |
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Yesterday the cooking school co-ordinator at work asks me if I want to come to a cooking class that night. It's a $40 dollar class, but provided ten paying customer attend and the class isn't full employees can go for free.
The class was "Pasta & Sauces", (and this is where the pride comes in) and I am now fully capable of making homemade ravioli, fettucini and gnocchi with three different types of sauce. *bows*... thank you. ^_^
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[18 Oct 2006|04:21am] |
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Bush - Swallowed (because it helps) |
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This just might be the worst day I've ever had.
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[15 Oct 2006|06:23pm] |
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Friday night was "girls night out". Fuckin' beautiful.
Saturday morning = total hangover and two full shifts two days in a row. [Thanks Dana for knowing I would be hungover and punishing me by making me close on Saturday and open on Sunday.]
Lesson of the week: Some people are just too full of bullshit to stop and think straight, but at least I can still have fun.
And now that I have the time, I'm going to bed.
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| Before you abandon your pet, at least TRY. It CAN be done. Thanks. |
[12 Oct 2006|10:31pm] |
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Today was a fucking mission trying to find a home for Brandon's cat. I was totally unimpressed by her just being ditched so the man and I picked her up. The plan was to drop her off at the vet so they could take care of her until they found her a home. Brandon had other plans so I took the cat by myself, but she kept crying and crying and crying... So, being the sucker I am, I panic. I completely drive by the vet clinic, turn to the cat in the passenger seat and say, "You're breakin' my heart cat!" I couldn't do it, so instead I call the clinic. They say they're full and can't take her in so I ask if they can recommend any shelters. The receptionist flat out says, "They'll probably euthanize her." Ok, um... NO. I'm desperate now. I call my sister and tell her the situation. Taking her home for good is not an option. The point is, I CAN'T take her to a shelter by myself. I'll break down, especially if she keeps crying. My sister says, "Take her home for now and I'll go with you after you pick me up from work." I'm still upset, but on the way home Brandon calls and says, "Did you drop off C.C yet? Good... Max says he'll take her." (^_^ )!! So I stop at the grocery store, buy her some food and shampoo, feed her, clean her up, let her rest... She stops crying. She stays at the house with me and the boys all day. Mom comes home and I hide her in my room (and later smuggle her out). I kiss her goodbye and drop her off to go to her new home.
*sigh*... Days like this make me feel better.
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