Anyonebutmeplease

but instead I'm going to blog cause I'm cool like that.

I have no reefer and that saddens me greatly!!
I also fucked up my ankle and that too saddens me.

Why don't I have any reefer you ask?
'Cause I smoked it all. 
I generally get my reefer from the T's neighbor and I meant to call him to see if I could get some today before work but I totally forgot.  Why?  'Cause I was stoned.  Smart, huh?  Oh well.  I shouldn't smoke.  I should just go to bed anyway.

My ankle...
I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I fucked it up at work. 
The details are kind of involved and somewhat embarrassing but the condensed version... I fell.
And I blame She Wants Revenge (because god knows I'm not to blame for ANYTHING in my life)
The good news (if I recall correctly from my massage training) because it hurts during active and not passive movement that means its a muscle injury (not a ligament injury) which means if I tough it out it'll probably get better in a few days.
Possibly, if I get the motivation, I'll explain later with visual or audio aids.

For now, I'm going to go crawl into the magical bed and drift off to Happy Friday thoughts.  'Cause TOMORROW IS MY FRIDAY!

I ended last nights post fairly quickly because Lesley got home and I got distracted so.... I don't know.  I just thought it was a bit abrupt.

Secondly.  I did laundry today.  Yay!  Go me.  And I slept in way late too.  Not so yay.  But at least I got the laundry done!  And I cleaned out my car while in the process! 

I go to a laundromat on Belmont and today I realized that they have 3 or so clocks in there and NOT ONE of them tells the correct time.  Weird.

Also, from the time I got quarters to the time I was finished folding.  1hr and 15mins!  How awesome is that?!?!

Hmmm there was something more poignant I was going to throw in here but I completely forgot what it was so instead... you get this...

And now I must go get ready for work...  :-)

Ps.  Happy Mom's day to all the moms.

Strangest thing.
I think I'm craving Taco Bell.
I've been to Taco Bell once.
And that was solely because the Terrorist was amazed that I'd never been.  So he broke my Taco Bell virginity.

Moving on...
I'm guessing the T read my last post about being hungry and wanting SW Taco stand tacos 'cause he sent me a Text  about Taco Bell being 24/7.  Which was sweet and all but taco bell isn't something I really think of when I think tacos.  At least that's what I thought.  Somehow, in the past hour or so my craving has morphed into a taco bell craving. 
Fucked up.
I wish Lesley would fucking call me back!

I just spent an hour or two cleaning my room.  Granted it's not what I would call "clean" it's much better than it was.  Though I am contemplating sleeping on the couch because my bed it covered in shit, as is Lesley's and her silence makes me think she's cozying up to a boy and that said boy could end up here tonight...and apparently 3 is a crowd.  So I'll just sleep on the couch and be lazy and not clean my bed off.

Chris has been hanging out with the Ogre more and more lately.   When confronted if she was his "girlfriend" there really was no response other than a grin and a quick change of subject.  However, I do believe that the Ogre is very rapidly becoming the new girlfriend.  This phenomenon I have mixed feelings on.  I wont go into that though. 
I'm a tad bit miffed with him at the moment actually. 
Since Chris has lived here I've used his computer for Internet, it has a better wi-fi card and tends to get a more reliable signal.  From what I can tell he doesn't mind that I do this. 

The problem?
Tonight when I got home there was a page of craigslist apartment listings up.  No big deal.  Until I realized that it was a one bedroom apartment and about $200 more than the rooms he's been looking for. 
I will pause here to admit that I have a tendency to jump to conclusions.  So, while there could be a very good very logical explanation it's one that hasn't occurred to me and considering I know Chris fairly well my immediate reaction was that he's thinking about moving in with the Ogre.   Which is stupid on so many levels I don't think he could be that silly. 
The part I'm miffed about is that when I went to log into myspace she was logged in. 
I've never met this girl.
But yet she's been in my house when neither Lesley nor I were here.
AND
If it weren't for seeing the myspace thing I don't think I ever would have known.
I text-ed him and let him know I was a little peeved and he apologized and everything but I think it might take me a bit to get over this one.  When in a situation with a friend and I'm not sure if I am reacting appropriately I often try to flip the situation.  How would they feel if I did it to them?  And I know for a fact, without a doubt, that Chris would flip his shit. (Is that even a saying?)
I feel like I violated his privacy or something though.  Because of the myspace thing.  It's not like I was snooping.  I was trying to check my messages.  I feel guilty though.
Damn Catholic families!!!

Lesley is home.  We're catching up. 
This would be so much better with pho.

I think I need to go to bed. 

I hear a train.

I like living next to trains.
Actually, I wish they were just a little bit closer.

That's all.

Oh yeah... and... I'm STARVING.

I don't think I've eaten today.  And there's nothing to eat here.  Well at least nothing that doesn't require some sort of semi-intensive preparation. 

Oh my god... I could totally go for taco's from the taco stand by Chris's old apartment right now.
That sounds delicious. 

I friend of mine is in a rough spot.
More or less everything that can go bad... has
Ranging from a loss of financial aid to his baby momma moving to Colorado with his kid to a very real possibility that he might have to find a new place to live at the end of the month.  Combine all of this with no job and a very shitty job market... things really suck.
I wish I could help, but there's not a thing I can do.
I hate that.
I wish I could wrap him up in a big bear hug and make everything workout.
Blech.

Instead... I'm going to go clean, like a mother fucker.

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

At least it feels that way and though I'd love to do nothing more than wrap myself up in a blanket (it's freezing in here) and go on and on about the crazy people I work with and how I I think the state of Indiana needs to be firebombed... I can't.  I have major errands to run.

Hopefully I'll have time later.

Ps...
Need to do today!

1. Call State of Indiana (Done)
2. Pay State of Indiana (As good as  done, mailing the check in about 10 minutes)
3. Firebomb State of Indiana. (Getting quotes)
4. Go to work, get paid. (Done)
5. Go to Bank (Done)
6. Take of toenail polish.  (Done)
7. Write dad a letter. (Didn't actually write a letter but I am sending him an outlineto a letter which I intend to write within a week or so.)
8. Put key back on licenses plate.  (Haven't done this one yet... I'll do it later)
9. Tidy (Yeah... that's just not going to happen)

My license is suspended!

And has been for 3 weeks!!!!

This sucks...

A LOT!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

It's 1am already?!?
That's absurdly absurd.
The day just slipped through my fingers.

Oh well.  I had a good day so I'm not bitching.
I hung out with the Terrorist all day.  Just dicking around and really doing nothing of importance.  We haven't done that in awhile.  I kind of miss those days.

The only bad bit...
I think I ate more food today than I have all week.
Blech.

I got home a couple of hours ago.  I was "kicking it on standby" cause a friend was supposed to call but I guess he kind of thought she wasn't going to but then she did so I came home all ready to crawl into the magical bed with Lesley but she's staying at the Soldiers place (surprise surprise) so now the magical bed is all mine.

Had the intention of watching Juno.  Don't think that's going to happen now.  I'm sleepy.  I think I'm just going to go pass the fuck out, maybe get up early and do some shit before I have to be at work.  Like find a job.