Holy Moly... My neighbors are stingy!!

Disclaimer:  Though I’m not actually stoned at the moment (well not that much at least) I am in the process of becoming stoned and therefore my content matter and language will probably become a tad “colorful.”  Consider yourself warned.   

Common guys?!?!  Where’s the love???

I cannot, for the life of me, connect to any wireless networks.  I even went as far as walking around the apartment and checking signals everywhere.  The two main ones we connect to will let us connect to them but not to the Internet.  I don’t really know what that means.  Maybe they forgot to pay their comcast bill? 

I was home and out of my work clothes by 12.15a!!!   Awesome man! 

Tonight went by quick.  And fuck I peed a lot today.  Very rarely (actually never, so far) do I drink a lot of coffee at work, tonight being the exception.  Insane amounts of coffee have passed through me this evening.  Which is why I need to pee right now.

I wish Lesley was home.  I have this strange urge to go check out our neighborhood bars.  (There are 2 bars two or so blocks away.)  I’ve lived here for almost 3 months and I haven’t set foot in either of them.  Somehow, that’s wrong to me. 

She’s at a concert tonight, hopefully having shitloads of fun.  Beirut.  Some emo band.  Ugh.   We did pho today.  Had lots of fun.  I miss our pho dates.  We figured it out while at pho and it’s been like a week and a half to two weeks since we actually hung out.  The rest of our communication had been done via text, phone or either while rushing to get to work or just before passing out.  … I was going somewhere with this but the blood to THC ratio has gotten a little low so  unfortunately I can’t remember where exactly I was going.  Sorry.

I have to pee.

Called a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) tonight while I was on my break.  This friend has a job that requires them to telecommunicate with people who have medical questions.  This evening they took a call from a gentleman who had had some gastroenterological issues.  Unfortunately this dear man hadn’t had a bowel movement since Wednesday.  In and of itself this would be an unfavorable situation but when you combine it with the gentleman’s name, well I don’t think I’d bother calling for advice.  The man’s name?  Colon.   Mr. Colon’s last name is even worse.  Colon Glasscock.  Some parents are so cruel. 

I went pee.

(Lesley got home.  We chatted, she gave me food, I gave her cookies.  Awesome sandwich.  The show was good.  She shook the dudes hand.  “He’s sooo hot” was repeated a few times following the hand shaking story.  Talked some more about general stuff.  She went to bed. )

Something regarding pee.

As I was pulling out the power cord to Lesley’s laptop I realized that I still haven’t had sex on this couch.  Why is that?  The T and I have had an open date to change that but we just haven’t gotten to it.  That needs to change.  (Don’t ask me how the power cord thing make me think of couch fucking.)

In general I’m not one of those women who fret constantly about their weight.  I’m a big girl, I know this and for the most part, I’m okay with it.  I have nice tits because of it.  In fact I have no desire to be one of those super skinny types, they seem… breakable.  I don’t wanna be breakable.  Now that that is out there I feel its okay to say… I FIT INTO MY SKINNY JEANS!!!   Woot, woot!!!  Granted, they’re not the most comfortable pair of jeans I own at the moment but I was actually able to wear them out and not suffocate to death.  I haven’t fit into them since December or November-ish.  YAY SKINNY JEANS!!! 

Slacker, bitch, faghag, whore.

I got three fortunes today.  (I generally get multiple fortunes in fortune cookies... weird, but true.)  The three fortunes I got today all had to do with money.  It’s kind of weird. The fortunes…

·         Something on 4 wheels will soon be a fun investment for you!

·         The star of riches is shining on you this month.

·         Reaffirm your faith in financial plans – make a budget.

 Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell me something.  Perhaps to find a new job?

Actually I think I’m going to go do that.  FUCK.  I can’t get online.  This is frustrating!!

I wanna find a new job.  I don’t like my job.  Though my co-workers are pretty awesome (even the 19 year old supervisor) I’m sick of it.  Management is fucked.  Which I know is more or less the case everywhere but when I’m making minimum wage along with $40-$150 a night I can let a lot more roll off my back than when I’m making minimum wage plus $10-$20 a night.  Not to mention the fact that working at the airport just plain sucks.

Huh? What? Show me what you got!  Rub it against my thigh!

It’s cold in here.  I’m going to bed.