The Thoughts Of My Nonsensical Mind...

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 15:00:03 GMT

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.

Sat, 23 Dec 2006 02:51:16 GMT

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.

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 00:48:17 GMT

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.

Sun, 17 Dec 2006 17:16:57 GMT

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.

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 03:34:01 GMT

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.

Thu, 23 Nov 2006 03:00:17 GMT

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.

Oh, how I wish it was Saturday...

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 03:20:08 GMT

-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.

Happiest past few days ever. That's rare.

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 01:05:05 GMT

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.

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 05:27:57 GMT

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.

Further proof that we know each other all too well...

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:51:28 GMT

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!"...

^_^

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:43:35 GMT

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.

To Ashley:

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 00:50:04 GMT

Haha...

To one of the most amazing people I've ever encountered in my life and one of my bestest friends.

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 03:17:47 GMT

Believe it or not, you keep me sane.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
Because no one else can frustrate me, confuse me, love me, make me laugh, make me think and distract me when I need distracting all at the same time.

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 20:52:38 GMT

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.

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 02:33:00 GMT

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.

Because it's so random and stupid and fun.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:19:48 GMT

Putting 45 monkey stickers all over Nicholas's shirt for no reason... well, I wouldn't trade a moment like that for anything. ^_^

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 16:51:36 GMT

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. ^_^

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 04:23:03 GMT

This just might be the worst day I've ever had.

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 22:28:47 GMT

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.

Before you abandon your pet, at least TRY. It CAN be done. Thanks.

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 02:54:25 GMT

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.

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 04:09:49 GMT

So he asks, "How come you got home so late?"
Mind you, the base is moreso a place where I hang out then anything else, but it still kinda threw me off.
Lately it HAS been like a second home to me...
Weird.

Red nail polish on my toes makes me happy.

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 03:47:58 GMT

So this morning a bit before lunch Nicholas messages me "u working today?", not knowing that I'm actually in the next room. So I sneak into his room, yell "you're not really sleeping!", poke at him till he flings an arm in my direction, and then jump on top of him to try and wake him up... you'd think that after all that he'd get up, but no. The result - he was late for work. Haha. To make up for it (because he swore he'd kill me if I ever jumped on his bed) I bought him milk and cereal for home since he said he used the last of it, and dammit, I wanted cereal for breakfast anyway.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 02:31:49 GMT

I know it's time to give up when I don't even have enough energy to move the damn pen across the page.

Goodnight.

Because some things don't need to be said out loud...

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 22:41:25 GMT

Yesterday dad bought us Popeye's chicken for dinner, and as I ate I found myself putting hot sauce on every bite.
Too bad that means shit all nowadays, but it just shows that some things stay with you forever, even when it seems like you've lost them. And that's just it. I realized that I really have lost it in more ways then one, and it's sad but it looks like this is it. Things change, so I guess this is MY goodbye.

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 03:55:59 GMT

Surprisingly I wasn't hungover this morning, and after spending the night at Nick & Brandon's with only four hours of sleep and a hell of a lot of weed and alcohol under my belt I STILL managed to make it to work for 8a.m., thank you very much.

Apparently some of the guys from work want to take little Steve to a strip club for his birthday (which already passed, but I didn't know it. SHAME ON ME.), and of course I asked to tag along (haha...). Because really, how red is Steve's face gonna be when some girl is giving him a lap dance? ^_^ That's a sight I just can't miss.

And to a certain someone, you're welcome ^_^ You know I'm here to listen anytime.

G'night all.