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[15 Apr 2013|09:57pm]
Yesterday at work after we'd closed, it had come to our attention that one of our double surrey bikes was missing without a rental form to go with it. Basically, someone had just taken it without actually renting it. Being that this is a $3,000 bike, we had to search the whole park for it and find it before we could go home, and I ended up on an impromptu bike ride through the trails. Even though I was on the lookout for our missing surrey, I enjoyed the bike ride and the park. We all rode around for an hour looking for the bike, and eventually it was found near some dumpster, semi-stashed.

I think Spirit wanted me to go on that bike ride. I enjoyed myself so much, I may get a bike of my own.
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Tattoo ideas [25 Jan 2013|07:56pm]
Just collecting some ideas for my future tattoos. I'm wanting something floral, but to have a sort of a flat, wallpaper-y feel to it...tricky. I will need to consult with a good artist to ensure it ends up looking nice and not like a poorly done tattoo.

Blues Funeral flowers
floral with bird
white flowers black background
more floral ideas
red flowers
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A hiatus broken [24 Jan 2013|07:44am]
Well, here I am. It's been two wonderful, crazy, chaotic, spiritual, free years on the road. My only regret is not keeping a journal for the duration of that time. Perhaps from time to time I'll come back here and write down a story or two of an event, a magical place, or a magical person I've experienced along the way.

For now I am back in one place, resuming a normalish life. Still in transition...we'll see what unfolds I suppose.
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[11 Feb 2012|09:54pm]
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[06 Dec 2011|05:01pm]
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[03 Dec 2011|02:24pm]

Who am I to need you when I'm down
Where are you when I need you around
Your life is not your own

And all I ask you
Is for another chance
Another way around you
To live by circumstance, once again

Who am I to need you now
To ask you why to tell you no
To deserve your love and sympathy
You were never meant to belong to me

And you may go, but I know you won't leave
Too many years built into memories
Your life is not your own

Who am I to need you now
To ask you why to tell you no
To deserve your love and sympathy
You were never meant to belong to me

Who am I to you?
Along the way
I lost my faith

And as you were, you'll be again
To mold like clay, to break like dirt
To tear me up in your sympathy
You were never meant to belong to me
You were never meant to belong to me
You were never meant to belong to me

Who am I?

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[12 Nov 2011|11:20am]
Good ol' livejournal. It's been months. I've been rollin' all around this awesome country havin' adventures and livin' the life. I've met some amazing people, been to all manner of beautiful, powerful places, learned more about life in 8 months than I reckon most people ever learn, and...well, it's a lot of shit to sum up after 8 months. I really ought to get a road journal. Online journals are incredibly impractical for this sort of thing.
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Writer's Block: Food glorious food [01 Mar 2011|12:14am]
If you could get a free, unlimited supply of one food for life, what would you choose?

Soup, hands down. Assuming it didn't have to be a specific kind of soup, I don't see why a person couldn't live on soup forever...you can pretty much put anything in a soup to cover every nutritional need. It'll always taste good and stay interesting.

God I'm boring.

I'm gonna go read a goddamn book.
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[09 Dec 2010|12:51pm]
I spent a long time following trails of breadcrumbs all over the internet yesterday, and somehow I came upon a wikipedia page about the tin man from The Wizard of Oz. There are a shit ton of books in the Oz series, and shit gets weird.

But yeah, so I was reading the wiki article about the tin man (called "The Tin Woodman"). In the book, the tin man started out as an actual human man named Nick Chopper. He was in love with a munchkin woman named Nimmie Amee who was a slave to the Wicked Witch of the East. To prevent them from getting married, the Wicked Witch of the East put a spell on Nick Chopper's axe that caused it to chop off his own limbs, one by one. The tinsmith, Ku-Klip, replaced Nick Chopper's limbs with tin prosthetics until he was made entirely out of tin, but didn't give him a heart. As a result, he lost his ability to love altogether and never married Nimmie Amee.

Pretty similar to losing someone to drugs, really. Little by little the human parts are replaced with something cold and mechanical, until the need and want for the drugs renders them almost (if not entirely) incapable of being able to love.

It gets even more fucked up when Nimmie marries a guy the tinsmith created out of Nick Chopper's body parts (with a different guy's head) named Chopfyt. I don't know why the tinsmith couldn't have just put Nick Chopper back together in the first place, I guess that wouldn't be weird enough.
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[04 Nov 2010|09:55am]

Me and Kyle at Zombicon. =)

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Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail [21 Oct 2010|06:18pm]

What are those?
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Day 06 – Your day, in great detail [13 Oct 2010|10:21pm]
Well, I woke up, turned on the light on the night stand, and put in my contact lenses. I looked at my phone to check the time -- 7:43pm.

I went to the bathroom, came back into my room, and sat in front of the computer to check my mail, look at facebook (same shit, different day), and type an annoyance-fueled rant about men at work macking on me. Yes, I woke up annoyed by something that I haven't even experienced today. Residual annoyance.

Now I'm typing this entry. I'm contemplating taking a shower, eating "breakfast" (probably a banana or an apple) and making some tea. I'm trying to drastically cut down on my caffeine intake, seeing as I drink about 4-6 cups of coffee in a night. Sometimes more if I make coffee at home.

I'm probably going to sit down and come up with a budget plan to save money so we can move. Maybe do some online job-searching so I can find a daytime job and get a normal life.
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[13 Oct 2010|09:15pm]
I was hoping to wake up at 5:00pm to go for a walk and catch the last bits of sunlight, but as usual 5:00pm came around and I ended up turning my alarm off and going back to sleep. So basically, the most sunlight I ever see now is when the sun starts to rise. I have literally become a vampire. Thanks, work.

Thanks to work, I'm also realizing why so many attractive women act bitchy towards men...because a lot of men are persistent, don't listen, and/or can't take a fucking hint. I'm not talking about the guys who politely extend an invitation to dinner or something and respectfully bow out when I inform them that I'm with someone. They respect boundries and unfortunately make up only about 10% of the dudes I encounter. "Boundries" doesn't even seem to be in the vocabulary of most of these guys. At least when I was in college there were hundreds of girls around my age, many of them more attractive/put more effort into their appearance than me, making me average by comparison and able to avoid all this male dick-thinking bullshit. Now I'm a big fish in a small bowl, and all the attention makes me feel uncomfortable and aggravated. I mean, I could always ugly myself up a bit...but I like looking the way I do. The before-work ritual of putting on my makeup (and in a way, getting into character) is therapeutic and helps me feel ready to face the night's challenges. People certainly treat me differently when I don't do anything with myself, but I don't look nice for anyone else but me (except maybe Kyle =P).

It's always "do you have a man?" this, and "I'm a REAL man" that.

"You got a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he's awesome."
"But do you got a husband?"

What the fuck difference does that make? I've already said I'm taken, you turd. Go away so I can get back to work.

"You're a good luck charm! Every time I talk to you I make more money. I'm just going to steal some of your luck (cue unwanted touching of my arm)."

Uh, BACK THE FUCK OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE. Just because I'm nice to you (partially out of being forced to by work, partially because I'm a people-pleaser), doesn't mean you get to put your hands on me. And for god's sake, please put on an undershirt, you're beaming. =\

There's another lady who works overnight once a week named Linda, and she's got her own fan club. Whenever she requests off and I work one of her nights, there are all these guys coming in asking "Where's Linda? Did she leave already?". One guy asked me this. I told him "she's got the night off tonight". Then he was like "...oh. She didn't tell me." Well, are you family? No? Then she doesn't have to tell you anything, buddy.

I try to put a lot of this shit out of my mind because it's exhausting to deal with. Just by being female I'm going to expect to have to put up with a certain amount of shit and daily annoyances. I really hate to make blanket statements about guys, there are plenty of good ones out there who "get it", and I think a lot of men just confuse my being nice and helpful with showing interest. I can understand that, and I can certainly appreciate when a guy shows interest in me as long as he doesn't persist after I tell him I'm with somebody.

And it's not like women get a free pass on this either...I'm pretty sure nearly every woman has led some poor guy on at least once in her life. This can range from being "too nice" to let the man know she's not interested for fear of hurting his feelings, to malicious "bleed him dry" and "use him for all he's got" gold-diggery. It's not fair to take advantage of people, ever, and that goes for everybody.
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Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail [23 Sep 2010|07:51pm]
I don't know if I can really define what love means for me. Even if I describe all its qualities it seems like there's some inexplicable x-factor, like it's much more than the sum of all its parts.

It's already hard enough for me to come across a person who not only likes and accepts me completely for who I am, flaws included, and for me to also like and accept them completely for who they are. When I decided I wouldn't settle for anything less than that, I already thought it would be an impossible thing to find. And in a way, it is. What kinds of flaws? How much can you handle/are you willing to go through for someone you love? You also have to live in reality and can't be too idealistic; you have to have good communication skills, grow together, be able to work out your problems, be honest, have respect, make sure you're taking care of yourself in the process...it's complicated. But then again, it's also easy when you're with someone who's good for you.

And of course, this definition is more in the context of a relationship and romantic love. But there's love of all sorts. Let's just say I've had a lot of learning experiences on what not to do. I've definitely done wrong by a few people; looking back on things I feel pretty terrible and I could've exercised better judgement...but then I wouldn't know a lot of the things I know now.

It's nice to know I have someone who cares about me and watches out for me, who's been there with me through amazing times and depressing times, comforts me when I'm sad and makes my happy days even happier, and makes me want to be a better person.

Songs have a way of capturing that x-factor like no other medium does...they infuse words with feeling, make powerful words more powerful. Underneath the cut are love songs. Each one of them describes how I've felt about love at some point in my life. The one that speaks to me the most is "Summertime Rolls".

'Oh, oh, oh, summertime rolls...'Collapse )
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Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail [16 Sep 2010|06:22pm]
I just woke up around 5:30pm, so I haven't eaten much of anything yet.

Around 3:30 today Kyle woke me up to remind me to call the shop about my car (still an electrical problem). He made us cinnamon rolls for breakfast, fresh out of the oven. I was half asleep and ate two. =)

Right now I'm sipping a hazelnut-flavored coffee I just brewed (whole bean coffee in a coffee mill, not ground). I take my coffee about 4/5 coffee and 1/5 milk, no sugar. The more I've learned about sugar, carbs and diabetes as I've gotten older, the more I've reduced the sugar in the everyday things I consume. I still need to be eating a LOT less sugar and saturated fats, although I tend to eat what is convenient, inexpensive and/or free.

Right now I am also eating a Yoplait Light yogurt. The flavor is white chocolate strawberry. Not sure how I feel about it yet. It's alright I guess.
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[09 Sep 2010|07:09pm]
Day 01 – Introduce Yourself
Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail
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[28 Jul 2010|06:45pm]
People are so stupid...I feel like 90% of my job is placating angry imbeciles.

I had a lady the other day flip a shit because the price on the pumps was 2 cents more than the price on the sign (it hadn't been changed over yet). I had to void it, reset all the pumps, and ring her up again, all while she continued to make a scene and embarrass the guy she was with. All this I did with a smile, when what I wished I could say was more along the lines of "Lady...it's 2 fucking cents more per gallon. You do realize you're having a shit fit over 44 cents, right? Here, just take everything in the change tray and we'll call it even".

I think I hate lotto people the most. Not the ones who play a few bucks every week, I'm talking about the ones who come to me with a stack of Cash 3 and Play 4 slips a quarter inch thick (which only print out $1.00/.50 at a time, and are thus very time consuming) and hold up the entire fucking line. They don't give a flying fuck about the 10+ people waiting in line behind them (some of them carrying a bunch of groceries, some of them obviously in a hurry on their way to work, etc), because they are The Most Important Person In The World and everyone else can just wait for them and their 56 Cash 3 tickets to print up. Then there are the lotto people who have a serious problem with scratch offs. They'll buy entire rolls of $20 tickets, and every time they're "just getting one more". God forbid someone else buys a ticket from the roll they're playing, you can see the fear of God in their eyes, and/or the most territorial hatefire you will ever see. Or the people who spend hundreds of dollars on Powerball tickets, as if in the grand scheme of things it makes a damn difference. I could go on and on, I fucking hate the lotto.

Then we have the problem of the store being cold, because corporate set the thermostat and the thermostat is in the ceiling. Almost every time someone walks through the door it's "oh, it's so cold!" "Why do they keep it so cold in here?". Every time someone makes a comment about it I just wanna be like "Is it really? Good thing I brought a jacket and dressed in layers...I mean, I had no idea it was cold in here, but now that you mention it..." Or even better, the people who tell me to turn the thermostat up. "Wow, that's brilliant! FINALLY someone has come up with a solution to our problem, I can't believe we never thought of that before!"

You've also gotta love the people who get mad at you for not knowing where they're supposed to be going. Just because I work at a gas station doesn't mean I'm an encyclopedia of every location of every place in the entire area. It's called mapquest/google/the fucking internet, try using it for directions before you leave the house.

The point of this rant is that people are stupid because our customer service society doesn't allow people like me to tell them how stupid they are. The day I don't need this job anymore, they're all gonna get it.
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[01 Jul 2010|01:02pm]
Courtesy of Google Earth, a picture of my nice new home:

All I'm sayin' pretty baby, la-la-love you don't mean maybeCollapse )
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[25 Jun 2010|10:57am]
Good news everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel love!

Actually, the real good news is that I'm finally moving out. =D

One of the renters at the house Kyle lives at just moved out, and Kyle negotiated with the landlord to get me moved in and have both our rents lowered. We were in a good position to negotiate--the landlord benefits by not having to wait for another tenant to move in, and by not losing a second tenant who might otherwise move out to be with his girlfriend. =P

The place we live is really pretty. It sits in front of a big pond, surrounded by huge oak trees covered in Spanish moss. There are lots of animals, including 6 sets of baby ducks in various stages of maturity, turtles, kitties, native birds, fish, and an otter that lives in the pond as well. There's a table and chairs set up in the front yard under a gigantic oak tree. I'll definitely take some pictures when I get moved in.
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Writer's Block: A rose by any other name [07 Jun 2010|05:15pm]
Do you like your birth name? If you had the opportunity to change it, would you? What new name would you choose?

I can't think of many names more fitting for me than the one my mom chose. "Emily" sounds sweet, kind, adorable, intelligent, not too young or too old. I feel I "look like" an Emily, too...pretty, but not in a conventional way. It also implies a kind of shyness, or a more introverted/downplayed personality. These things apply to me more in some ways, and less in others. If I were to change my name, I'd probably pick something a bit less common, but not something too over the top as to come off as ridiculous and/or have an effect on my personal success (i.e, how seriously would you take an accountant named "Stardust" upon first impression?). I like girls' names that are taken from flowers (Rose, Daisy, Violet, Poppy, Lilly).

When I worked for ARAMARK at the college peoples' names would sometimes come up on the register whenever they used a credit card. Some of the memorable ones were "Carlin McFarlin", "Jaz Sheen", "Fedod Bijou". Some names were just ethnic-sounding and probably pretty common wherever said bearer of the name was from, other names screamed "MY PARENTS WERE HIPPIES" or "I wanted to name my kid something unique but didn't know how to do it without it sounding stupid/I didn't consider how this name choice would affect my kid at all".
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[29 Apr 2010|12:35pm]
To do:


- save $200-$300 of my paycheck
- set up a bank account with Suncoast
- set up my student loan repayment


- jog tonight
- pick up nail polish and emery boards and paint my nails
- draw or paint
- read the next Dexter novel

Uh...yeah that's all. I'm boring, I know.
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[26 Apr 2010|01:21pm]
It's been a little over 2 weeks since I quit smoking cigarettes. Running a lot seems to help take the edge off, but I'm sure my brain chemistry is still experiencing a bit of a backlash from the sudden lack of nicotine. Ya gotta go cold turkey. You can't quit smoking and still smoke occasionally...you're still a smoker, and you'll just pick it right back up. Everyone I work with is some kind of former addict/drug user--Dave had a crack problem, Buzz & Jake were pillheads, everyone else is/was a user in some way or another...and yet none of them can quit smoking cigarettes. Or they use them as a crutch. Cigarettes are fucking nasty, they really are. Even more so when you look at a full ashtray and realize it's All You there. And yet I still used to love them and want to smoke all the time still. Those "relearn to do this or that without cigarettes" PSAs are no joke--you get used to smoking in so many different situations that every other thing you do makes you want a cigarette.

On a non cigarette-related note, I had a nice beach day with Kyle yesterday. We drank tall boys, looked at babes, and played in the ocean. The weather was great--partly cloudy with spurts of sunshine. I wish I had more time to enjoy myself like that.
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[21 Apr 2010|12:27pm]
Happy belated 4/20, everyone.

Other than that, nothing exciting going on. Same shit, different shovel.
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[13 Apr 2010|12:36pm]
I NEED TO PAINT. I have a few unfinished pieces that have been calling--no, shouting to me. NDT looks so sad and flat without the many shades of fleshtones in his skin.

I feel such a weird inner restlessness right now, probably because lately my life has been work work work. I've stopped smoking, made getting enough sleep a priority, and have been running every day, so if nothing else I do feel better. Working and making time for sleep and exercise pretty much consumes most of my day, though. If and when I do go out, it's only for a few hours and I usually end up in the same ol' places. Sean gave me nothing but second shifts--2pm to 10pm--this week. Unless I want to get up early, thereby sacrificing my precious sleep, that shift eats up most of my productive daytime hours.

Tomorrow is my day off. I have to go pay my car insurance, have my taxes filed at H&R Block, which together I imagine will eat up about $150. I hate paying taxes, and I have no idea how I could possibly owe the IRS $75 (according to Turbotax.com) when I make no money, but I still don't wanna be licking my way out of the IRS's asshole for the rest of my life because of it.

And then...hell, I deserve my beach day, don't I? =)

I need a city. A serious change of scenery. As much as I love living every day in Margaritaville, I feel like I need to leave it for awhile. It's my nature as a caged tumbleweed, I have a wanderlust that needs to be fed every few years or so. My range just grows as I get older. I don't know how anyone could want to be in one place for too long--there are so many amazing places to see and be.
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[12 Apr 2010|12:49am]
Anyone seen the design on the backs of the new pennies? They look like they should be called "police state pennies":

I met up at Rack'Em Billiards with Jesse after work last night. There was a whole biker block party happening, and the streets were lined with motorcycles. We hung out, I met some of Jesse's friends ("Whitey Alabastard", and this guy who told me I look like a tiny Scarlett Johansson...what a flattering load of horseshit. =P) We jammed out to a rockabilly band & had ourselves a good ol' Southern time. I missed Jesse, I hadn't seen her in at least a month...which is silly, because she literally lives right down the street.

It was FREEZING at work today, and has been for the past few days. I'm talking like 40 degrees. We don't have a thermostat to adjust the temperature and our boss Sean has been putting in maintenance requests for a couple days now. Nine out of ten people walking in are complaining about how cold it is. To have to be there working for 8 hours is fucking ridiculous, we're all gonna get sick from having our immune systems compromised like that. Speaking of compromising my immune system, I also sliced my finger with a dirty box cutter today--probably one used for breaking down boxes, cutting food, etc. I bled through about six band-aids, and I'm afraid to take off the ones I have on in case it still hasn't stopped bleeding yet.

Kyle's mom is going to be moving on the 15th. He knew for awhile that she was (possibly) moving away to be with her Tennessee man friend, but she only told him the exact date, oh, about a week in advance? Doesn't exactly give him a lot of time to consider the finer details of finding a place for his stuff, finding a way to move it, finding a place to live... We were already planning on moving in together anyway, but we wanted to have a little more money saved first. Mostly I just don't like the idea of him living out of his car until we find a place. I'm not worried exactly, I know he can take care of himself. He's one of the most resilient people I've ever met. I just don't like the idea of him having to do that unnecessarily, when if he'd known her exact moving date sooner he could've had more time to prepare. He doesn't have any other family here besides his younger brother who disappears for days and weeks at a time. If he needs a place to stay I'm gonna ask my mom if he can stay here until we're moved out. That might actually not be so bad. His presence keeps my stress levels low and I'm sure not having to live out of a car will keep his stress levels low too.

Hm. It's been about 4 days since I stopped smoking and started running again. I really feel worlds better. I haven't even wanted to smoke, and I'm hoping that will last long enough for me to be able to tell myself "no, don't break the streak now".

Eh, well...sorry. I'm boring. Fuck off? =P
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[10 Apr 2010|03:14am]
I went for a run today. It felt great. I'm also on my third day without cigarettes...so far I don't miss 'em.

I feel really motivated to get healthy and back in shape again. I think I've been looking thinner because I've lost muscle mass. Jogging, rollerblading and playing on a jungle gym every now and then should do the trick (hanging upside down from the monkey bars is my new favorite way to stretch my spine out...I have Buzz to thank for that tip). Getting enough sleep is helping, too. The new store owner is a lot more conscientious in giving me consistent hours.

On an entirely unrelated note, my second try at acid last night failed. At $3 a hit, I didn't have high hopes for it to begin with. I know where I can get good acid if I really want it, this was kinda done on a whim. It definitely did </i>something</i>, though. I felt heavy and my train of thought was jumping around a bit more than usual.

I sat down today and counted the money I've saved over the past month or two. I'm at about $1,600 now, probably around $1,800 come Friday (more if I get paid by corporate as well). Not too bad. I'm good at saving, and seeing it all together almost makes me wanna roll around in it...if I didn't know how incredibly filthy and disgusting money is. I can't believe people stick bills in their noses to do blow. I can't believe strippers grab it in their mouths (or in some dirtier clubs, their vaginas). Money is gross. Really, really gross. But still satisfying when you have a bunch of it.
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[07 Apr 2010|03:47pm]
A bunch of cheerleaders were doing a carwash outside at work today. I totally should've gotten one.

"Yes, girls...get ALL the dirt..."


I'mma pamper myself today. After a 24 hour work day, I've earned it. 24 oz. of delicious hard iced tea, polish my nails, bubble bath with epsom salt. Maybe I'll go rollerblading or take a jog. Of course maybe I should've thought about that before drinking 7/8 of the hard iced tea.

I'm proud of myself. I've managed to save somewhere in the ballpark of $1,500 in the last month or so, plus I get paid Friday. And every Friday after that. And I'm still on the corporate payroll too, and with Chad getting fired for having sticky fingers around the register, that just means more money for me.

It was pretty funny about Chad getting fired, actually. Not so much that he got fired, but that everyone was "shocked" to hear that it was for stealing money. I wasn't shocked, haha. I'm surprised he didn't get caught sooner. =P That'd be like being shocked over Wes getting fired for doing blow at work. Or Quinesha getting fired for not doing jack shit because she's OMFG PREGNANT. Pregnant =/= lazy. Then again, I tend to be one of the (privileged?) few who seem to actually know what goes on. I'm likeable, people trust me I guess.

Hmm. I'm a little buzzed, but maybe I'll try to cut myself some bangs? Probably not a good idea, haha. I think I'll just keep on chairdancing to the pandora psy trance station.
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[04 Apr 2010|01:58am]
I told Kyle about my bad dreams and as always, he made me feel better. My subconscious is taking bad past experiences and projecting them onto my current relationship. Of course sometimes I'm going to fear losing something so great...who wouldn't? Especially in hindsight, knowing just how dysfunctional most of my past relationships have been.

Of course, being extremely premenstrual exacerbates negativity. Since I got my period this morning I'm hoping my hormones will get back on an even keel again.

Alright, let's see if I can get a good night's sleep tonight.
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Friends, assholes, and bad dreams [02 Apr 2010|02:06pm]
I hung out with Ian last night for the first time since I went with him to get his license. We played pool for a little while at Hustlers until he got a call from his friend Bob-O who was down at The Dek with some people, who he warned me is an asshole. I get along with most assholes, and Bob-O thus far hasn't been an exception. If I had to classify the kind of asshole he is: blunt about fucking, overconfident, will fuck with someone during a prank phone call. We beered it up at The Dek, the guys tried to mack on some chicks for awhile, and then we decided to go to Denny's.

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[28 Mar 2010|03:27am]
Yesterday and today my mom told me, verbatim, that "I'm looking a little anorexic". Kyle's actually mentioned it too, and I've noticed a lot of my clothes are fitting loose. So I went and looked at myself in a full-length mirror and sure enough, I've gotten skinnier. How, I have no idea. I eat just about the same. Or maybe I don't and I've just been too busy to notice. But seriously. I eat meat and potatoes...for breakfast. Not to mention I get stoned and munch out at least twice a week. I must have the metabolism of a hummingbird. My T&A are going away, and that makes me sad...while I can't do much for the boobs, I'm thinking jogging and rollerblading will get my moneymaker back to it's usual amazingness.

I wanna put some sort of rainbow color in my hair. Just a little section. I don't know what color yet.

As I was leaving work tonight I asked some guy if I could buy a single cigarette off him, and he went and bought me a whole pack of Newports. Dammit. There's no way I'm going to let myself smoke that whole damn pack of cigarettes. I'm going to give them to Gabe, since I always bum off him anyway. He's been feeling disgruntled at work because somehow he's become the designated cooler-stocking guy, so maybe a free almost-full pack of smokes will cheer him up a bit.
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