13 posts tagged “blog”

I hate IE right now.

It's stupid and wont let me post a blog...

Wonder if it will let me post this one...

 It did let me post it!!  That's fucking stupid.  I will post this blog... I've already wasted WAY to much time on it... I can't do it now... but if I have to bring my computer out here and search for a signal... I will get it!  (Or maybe I'll just save the post, bring it to the library or the Terrorist's house and do it that way... but I'm going for dramatical effect here...)

I CURSE THEE, INTERNET EXPLORER!!!

I'm very much not wanting to go to work today.  I feel kind of guilty about that.  There are so many people out there who don't even have jobs to go to.  I have one and it's not good enough for me.  I'm spoiled. 

I still don't want to go to work though. 

Hopefully, I should be recieing a call from a lady who wants to interview me about a bartending job in Multnomah Village.  She emailed me earlier this week and said she would call me Sunday afternoon.

Yeah... screw this.  I've lost the motovation to blog.

Apparently my use of da English language is crap,

On many occasions I have been told to spell check my blog.
On many occasions people have pointed out spelling and grammatical errors.

Tonight was yet one more example.

After trying to help me get Erica's boobs to show on my blog the Terrorist and I got talking about my blog and what not.  I can now say I've been schooled in Grammar by the Terrorist.  

Now... I can't say I'm not bothered by this all... but seriously... it's a fucking blog.  It's all bullshit.  Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.  In all honesty I don't see myself spending time to make sure everything is proper and whatnot cause frankly I don't give a fuck. 
I do thank you all for your input though.  One day I might make an effort to improve my writing skills but I don't see it happening anytime soon.

:-)

That's all.

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!

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. 

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I really need a life. 
Some sort of hobby that doesn't involve writing details of my life for strangers to read.
Yeah... I'll get on that...

Wow...
I'm just generally happier knowing that I don't have to work mornings anymore.

Anyway... moving on to THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!

Nathan.
My love.
My homo-life partner.
If by life partner you mean someone whom you'll always love and not someone you'll always live with cause there's like 3000 miles between us.

But not for one week in July.
That's right kiddies...
Nathan is finally coming to Oregon!

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

His mom is giving him $300 to put toward the trip.  Tonight, or tomorrow, we're going to pick dates.

I'm so fucking excited.

Ps.  I change the address to my blog... 
you can now stalk me at
http://anyonebutmeplease.vox.com
but if you use the old url... it'll forward you.

I want to fucking tear you apart!!

It's public Kudos Time! 
Yay!... public kudos time!

Today... the kudos go to a lot of people.  Why?  I'm not really sure, maybe it's because I'm happy and wanna share the love.  Maybe it's because I know a lot of awesome people.  Or maybe it's because I'm a dork for doing "Public Kudos" on my blog.

The first is to Lesley and the Terrorist.  For introducing me to Fiona.  The new love of my life.  She's fabulous!  Between the two of them they played her just enough for me to get hooked.  Then the Terrorist put some Fiona (and other stuff) on my mp3 player and it's FUCKING AWESOME!  She Want's revenge - Tear you apart.  Awesome awesome song.

Okay so there were more kudos than that but I'm baked and I've TOTALLY lost my train of thought so I'm just gonna end the Kudo portion of this entry and move on to the rambling.

Rambling to commence in

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I love this song.
The Jeep Song.  The Dresden Dolls. 
Nate made me listen to it because every time I saw a Greenish Outback or Forester  or a cop car... I freaked.  Then I heard the song and laughed because it was pretty much my theme song.

Ahhh... Back to Fiona. 

I hung out with The Terrorist (aka Tall Boy) yesterday.  I met his kid which.... I don't know.  It was really cool.  When he mentioned it I was a bit surprised that he was asking then surprise moved to nervousness.  Why was I nervous to meet a kid when all kids pretty much love me?  No fucking idea... but I was.  And then there's always that... "I'm fucking your daddy" thing going on in the back of my head that I think kids can see cause they're such perceptive little buggers.  I had a great time though.  Little T (for lack of better nickname) is one heck of a smart 8 year old.  With a vocabulary that is probably just as good as mine.  (Not that mine is all that special but for an 8 year old I think it's pretty impressive.)  We all hung out, watch some Tv, played with some LEGO'S (I fucking love LEGO'S) ate dinner then Little T went to bed and Big T and I hung out for a bit longer.  Big T walked me downstairs as I was leaving which turned in to a nice make-out session then I left.

Now because I'm me and I share A LOT with my friends, Lesley and I got talking about this make-out session when she got home.  We've come to the conclusion that we like making out.  (Not together for all you pervs out there.)  Just in general.  It's fun.  And though I am I bit of a perverted type and do love sex, it's nice to make out once and awhile and not have it turn to sex.  At least not right off.  Granted... I say this now, but last night on the drive home I was singing a TOTALLY different tune.

I have 9mins left. 
I haven't really done anything online that I was supposed to. 
But then again I think I forgot everything I wanted to do.

I have two interviews. 
Monday and Tuesday.
Ones for a place in Tigard the other is for Paddy's downtown.

I need to clean.  My place is much messier than it was supposed to be.  Or something like that.
Cookies.  I want to make cookies.

My uterus hurts. 
It keeps starting to shed.  Then stops. 

FUCKING BLEED ALREADY!!

I need to pee. 

I have a bunch of blogs I was going to post but because I saved them in the wrong format this computer is freaking out and not opening them properly.

Oopsie.

I still need a job.  :-)

I have a confession.

On occasion, I log ip addresses. 

I like to see who's keeping tabs on me.

Mostly it's people I don't know... random single hits here and there. Occasionally I recognize towns and I guess who it is... but for the most part it's nothing regular.

However... I've noticed lately that there are more and more hits to this one picture...

The picture?   ... This one....

The Puerto Rican Mafia

I got thinking about it... and I couldn't figure out why so many hits were happening to this one photo.  So, I googled "puerto rican mafia" 

My blog... was the SECOND hit!  

Hell yeah!

I'm famous!   Go me!

On a pretty much entirely different note....

When I was logging in to Vox to blog about my new found fame... I found this...   Kimmie's Blog - For the discerning palate.  

It's kind of sad.  Doesn't make me not want to go there though.  :-)