Sunday, October 26, 2008

Peanut Butter & Cheese.

I love you because you make me laugh
when I don't even want to smile.

Danke.

.alone.

being alone...sucks.
really
fucking
bad.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Dumb as...whaaa?

It's night number....what?
um...5.

What did I do?

Rent a scary as shit movie.

Based on true events.


Just call me dumb as whatever you want.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

All aboard! Last train to crazytown.

Actually...I think I may have become a resident for life in Crazytown.
We all know the saying "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade." I recently heard it told another way, and ... well. I like the new version much more.

"When life hands you lemons...make lemonade. Then go find someone else who's life gave them vodka."

:-)

Soooo...I'm moved. In my own place. 3 nights on my own now. Peace and quiet, sans the damn gardening guys. I mean..seriously? They were here yesterday for hours. HOURS, and early, too. Like 9 am. And today? Again? Isn't there another section of landscaping you can go blow your hot air on? But, it's a nice apartment, a beautiful complex. My neighbors are nice, the few that I've met.

I'm living in the midst of garbage sacks full of clothes to be donated, empty boxes to be thrown out, and a dining room set that needs to be assembled. That SOB is effin heavy.

Work is going really really good. That just sounds grammatically incorrect, but I don't give a damn at the moment.

I truly enjoy my job at Fred Meyer's. It's (so far) a great company, and it's always busy, so the time flies by. I've gotten a ton of compliments, and only one grumpy customer thus far. Who, in turn, turned out to be very nice once she found out I'd only been working on the floor for a week. Full of well wishes and "you're doing great kid" compliments. Heh. Me? A kid.

LMAO Not if you ask some people.
Oh, and. I'm not having a birthday ever again. I'm 29 forever. Yep. Don't laugh, don't argue.


FOR
EV
ERRR!

just want that to be known by all that I cannot and will not embrace my thirties. Thirties do not exist for me. I've stopped time for me, and will not age another day.

I know, it's a grand place here in crazytown.


So ... I'm out. Shower, then going to do some retail therapy. Who says I'm out of money? I still have plastic. :P (Just kidding)

ONce the place is all set up I'll get around to taking some pics.

Peace.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Just a quickie.

Started training for my new job this week. It's seeming to be simple enough.
We'll see tomorrow, as we go live.
Meaning..actual customer interaction.

I'll let you know how that goes.

On a side note.
I can't wait for this Sunday.
It's "MOVE OUT" day! WOOT!

Oh, and June holds a large portion of my interest too.
I wonder why..................

heh.
Peace.
yo.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Drunken Stupor Pics.

Okay. Elbert asked.
I didn't have any of me falling down, per Se.
But...well.

Here's a progression:
The night began, the drinking ensued....


1 Vanilla Nudge, and 1/2 Zombie:



















And now we're ... 2 shots away from being done:




















And we're done:

Thursday, October 9, 2008

D-Day!!!

D stands for Divorce.

... or drunk if you want to talk about last night.

I went out with two friends for desert. To celebrate my freedom.
1 Vanilla Coffee Nudge, 1 Zombie, 3 shots of Petrone (I know I botched that spelling), and 1 good ol' fashion shot of Jose Cuervo later...I was toast.

Note to self: Never drink on an empty stomach.
Note to self again: Always always drink more water than alcohool.

Oh, and FYI? Grease is SO GOOD for a hangover.


So back to last night's festivities.
We ended up...laying in the middle of the parking lot. Not sure why.
I think we were trying to pose for a picture together.
But we couldn't stop falling over. So we sat down.
....nuff said?
{shrugs}
And then? My mom called. I felt like a high school girl being busted, totally freaked out
and did NOT answer the call. lmao.
I told her today that i was trying to be respectful, knowing she wouldn't want to hear me drunk.

Oh, and I did some drunk texting.

Note to self: Cell phone camera's are evil when it comes to drunken stupors.

hm.....
I wonder if these note to self's will actually....come to my mind the next time I go out for...desert?