17 posts tagged “fuck”

I bought a scale!!

Ahhh. 

What the fuck was I thinking?  I can't have a scale, I'll get all psycho about it.  I don't have the self control to stick it in my closet and take it out only occasionally.  Fuck, if I had any self control I wouldn't have bought the freakin' thing.

It was cheap though.  $4.99.   Gotta love Ikea.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go get naked and get on the scale.*

* No matter what it says I'm NOT NOT NOT going to go cry into the pint of Häagen-Dazs I have in the freezer.

Two days ago I picked up Little T at school.  He comes out the door of his class room followed by his teacher.  Immediately I hear that his voice is rough and scratchy.  His teacher told me that he had some tea because of his voice and the fact that he's been coughing a lot.  Then she added in that if tomorrow he still feels bad maybe we should send him to Grandma's or something.  I didn't think to much of it, got in the car and then I started getting irritated. 

Who the fuck does she think she is?  Is she insinuating that we'd send the kid to school if he was sick?  And it's not that easy to just "send him to grandma's!"

Little T wasn't even actually sick.  He was coughing, yes; and had a sore-ish throat but aside from that he felt fine (according to him.)  Apparently Ms. D basically said the same thing to Little T and throughout the evening he started to feel worse, or so he said.  Little T is VERY psychosomatic when it comes to illnesses.  If someone suggests that he's getting sick, he convinces himself it's true (to the point of vomiting at times). 

A few weeks ago the school sent home a paper saying how it's cold and flu season and how everyone needs to focus on washing hands and what not.  The night it came home, Little T's homework was to read it over with his parents  so that everyone would be informed about how crappy these germs are.  It said something that if the Child was throwing up, had the poops or a fever over... 100 or something like that, then to please keep him/her out of school until 2 days after the symptoms went away.  Fine, will do.  Not a problem.  Little T didn't have any of the things on this list... so WHY was his fucking Teacher telling us to keep him home?!?!  It's not her call!!  I can understand if she was concerned that excessive coughing my disturb the other students but she should have called/emailed us and not told the kid anything.

This is why kids today are such pussies.  (That makes me sound old doesn't it?)

Anyway, because of all of this Big T took the day off to stay home with a pseudo sick kid yesterday.  Apparently the Kid was sicker than we thought, he didn't put up a fight when he was told he had to stay in bed all day, actually took a nap, stayed in bed for his mom's visit and had a bitch of a sore throat.  He's home today, too.  He feels fine.  No sore throat, no yucky sick feeling.  Big T is worried that his cough is too intense though.  Which I can't say I agree.  Big T is the boss though, so if he say's no school, than no school it is.  I feel a bit bad for the kid though.  I know he's completely bored out of his skull.  He's not complaining too much though.  And I'm sure he'll never fake being sick again.

I attempted this last night but I kept falling asleep so I'm going to do it again today.

Loves:

-Lazy Cuddly mornings in bed.
-The perfect cuppa coffee.
-Being Productive

Loathes:

- The fact that my body hurts from sexing but I didn't DO anything.  Actually I don't really mind it that much, it's like a 
  little reminder of the events that took place last night.
- Being in debt.
- My severe lack of motivation today (most days).

I never figured out a budget.  That's bad.  I need one.  I will do it though.  I just have to get the motivation to actually look at that shit.  It's time to grow the fuck up and face the fact that I'm an adult and I have bills to pay and whatnot.  I did, however, pound out a letter to my dad and ideally after I finish this post I'm going to go "face the day" which will include making sure it's in the mail (before the post dude gets here.)

The people who live on the far end of my building (The By-The-Way's) have a baby .  He's about 8 months old or so, cute fucking kid.  Supper adorable.  Anyway, Mrs. By-The-Way is a stay at home mom.  She seems like a nice enough lady but whenever I see her she looks completely haggard!  I feel kind of bad for her.  I never want to experience that.  Granted I know nothing of the specifics of her situation.  She could have chronic fatigue syndrome... there could be a billion reasons why she looks so wrecked all the time but I think it's probably that she's stuck in the house all day with the kid.  Don't get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with stay at home parents, if that's what you wanna do, cool.  I just don't think I could do it. 

I'm such a noise neighbor.  Mrs. & Baby By The Way just left (which is what prompted the last paragraph) they just got home.  Must have gone to Freddy's.  Now they're sitting in the car so I can't tell if they went to Freddy's or not. 

Fuck, I need a hobby.

Okay time to go be productive.

Went to the Terrorists house tonight.
We watched Fahrenheit 9/11 & 9/11 Mysteries*

I have mixed feelings about these types of shows.  I like them because it's good to know what the fuck is going on but they also freak me the fuck out because it reminds me how much evil there is in our back yard.
I don't like being constantly freaked out, which is why I'm totally okay with remaining blissfully ignorant. 

The documentaries combined with the book I'm reading

A Memory, A Monologue, a Rant and a Prayer by Eve Ensler and the fact that I happened to tune into the radio long enough to hear a "Crime Stoppers" commercial regarding a store not to far from here kind of gave me an unsettling case of the heebie jeebies.  So much so that while walking to my car on his completely quiet street in his completely safe neighborhood I felt the need to break out my mace... just in-case.  Then I kept the mace with me while going around closing all the blinds and checking all the closets in my apartment... again... Just in-case. 
In case what... I'm not really sure.  But it made me feel better. 

Now, I'm going to bed.  After I close the closet door.

* When I say "we" I mean I watched it, he slept through most of it which I guess is okay because he has seen it a bazillion times...

And I'm fucking tired. 

I had a drink with 5 shots in it too. 
But I'm fucking fading.

My goal for the day tomorrow. 
Finish the microwave/stove/oven.  Make them all shiny and newish looking and get a mutha fuckin' tan.  I was nice and dark for the beginning of the summer then it faded and before the sun goes away for the next half year I would like to get a nice summery glow.

Jesus, I'm sleepy.

I'm wearing pants I haven't worn in forever.  Partially because I can fit into them again an partially because my normal work pants give me "dumpy butt."  I don't particularly like having dumpy butt.  Not that I really give a crud what my tush is looking like at work but dumpy butt pants alway look sloppy to me.  So I went digging through my closet and found a few pairs of black pants.  The ones that one are pants I use to wear on the ship.  I like them, they're comfortable but they're low rise and at times (especially when sitting, like I am now) I feel like my ass is hangin' out. 

Okay, I think my break is over. 
I must get back to work. 
Go wash a crap ton of dishes and aim to get the fuck out of here by... 11.20p.  Oooh maybe earlier now that Mexicana doesn't fly through here anymore.

Why does shit always change so quickly for me?

For as long as I can remember whenever things start to change in my life everything changes and it all happens in a flash.

I got home and Lesley's shit was half moved out today.  Her and the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet viewed an apartment yesterday and apparently they landlord is a friend of a friend of the bihganty and BAM... they got the place.

It's fucking insane.

It makes me sad though.  Hopefully everything will be better after pho on Saturday.  Hopefully.

When I got home, my first objective was to call my landlord.  Which I did and though I'm sure that he likes me I'm still a little bit nervous about stuff.  (Rental Apps, Credit/Criminal Checks and what not.)  Only time will tell though.  Second on the agenda was to get stoned. 
Apparently I haven't smoked in so long I fucking forgot where I put my stash.  I looked in three different places before I found it. 
Fuuuuuck!

I need to go shower.  A really long, long ass shower.  It's gonna be great.

It's 642am. 
I should be snoring right now.  For at least another 20 mins. 
But nope!  I've been waking up regularly since about 5a then at about 6 or 630a my eyes decided they didn't want to close anymore. 
Bastards.
I need coffee.

It's brewing.

The good thing about me being up this early is that I'm totally awake and as long as I stay this way and can get my ass away from the computer I might get some stuff done. 
Like dishes. 
I can also save my newly acquired PJ Harvey to my flash so I can bring it to the T's and make beautiful cd's with it. 
I think my printer is out of ink.  That sucks.

Damn you Lesley's printer for not playing nice with my computer.  That's really not very cool of you!!
Oh well, It was a nice idea.  It might still happen, but I doubt it.

I woke up with a ginormous zit on my inner thigh.  Hurts like a bitch.  Hmmm, sexy.

Time to tear myself away from this thing.  Maybe I'll shower before I go to the T's.  Exciting.

...

After 7 months of dancing around questions that involve me having a boyfriend and trying to explain the relationship between the Terrorist and I (anything from friendly fuckers, to the dude I've been doing for awhile, to my "Gentleman Friend.")
I got home and got a text from him saying we needed to talk.  I had a feeling I knew the direction this talk would take but I wasn't sure so I steeled myself for the worst and headed up there. 
Apparently, he's been in the same boat that I have been and the extreme non-labeledness of our "thing" has been getting to him. 
The difference between he and I... he's got the balls to actually bring it up. 

So we talked and now... I have a boyfriend!!!  Hehe.  
Then we consummated it in the shower!!  Which was another first for me... the first time I've had shower sex twice in a week and the first time I've had sex while bleeding.  Exciting.

Now I'm going to go crawl into the magical bed not watch Love & Sex (because I'm too tired not because I don't have it) and pass the fuck out.

Nothing like getting the hair ripped out of your vagina to wake ya up.
Why do I always make early morning coochie wax appointments?!?!
One day I'll learn.

Chatted with my esthetician (Cass) about stuff.  She was telling me stories about some clients who come in with there kids and will actually sit there kids in the corner while they're getting bikini waxes.  That's wrong.
She also told me that they had to ask this one guy to not come back because he'd go in for a Brazilian and have his 12 year old daughter sit in the same room.  (What? Is the lobby not good enough?!?!)

Fuck, man.  People are sick.

She also told me that fibbing a little on my resume will go a long way as far as finding a bar tending job.  And as long as I can adapt quickly I should be fine.  I might have to do that.  I've been purposely not lying... but I'm sick of the coffee place.

I slept kind of crazily last night.  Woke up and the bed was torn apart, my pigtails had come out (which never happens when I fall asleep with my hair up) there was a poster on the wall that had fallen.  I had some nutty dreams.

Now I must go crawl back into the magical bed and watch a cheesy dance movie.

Peace out, kiddies.

Last night sucked.
Uber rough night. 
I'm sick of my work and it's not so much the job itself is all the fuck wads who work mid-shift (the shift before me).  They don't do ANYTHING! 
Take work woes, add in some pms angst, and unfullfilled sexual desires and it made for a cranky as fuck Megan. 
I got home and smoked, ended up smoking more than I planned.  Holy baked batman.  Anyway, that's neither here nor there. 
Got an email from the Terrorist about some geeky science thing (the particle accelerator thing that's being built, a fairly amusing rap video about it, if you were wondering)  he's very much into geeky science things, which is cool but it's just not my thing.  It's cool it exists and people are learning shit from it but it doesn't immediately effect my life so I don't really think about it.  Anyway, we emailed back and forth a bit talking about whatever and then I asked him for funny videos.  In response I got a Paris HIlton one and this one...

It needs to be said that his "Disclaimer" said something about not being sure if its funny or scary.

I will say it's disturbing as all fuck but yet entertaining...
Very much not work or kid safe.

Where the fuck does it go?

Enjoy.