10 posts tagged “lazy”

I'm fucking exhausted.
Not sure why though. 

Had a nice leisurely morning with the Terrorist.  Stayed in bed until 10am-ish then he played the video game that I got him for his birthday and I read the book I haven't been able to keep my nose out of.  Eventually we both showered and headed out to Hillsboro so he could file for custody of Little T. 

Court is tomorrow at 9am.  Keep your fingers crossed!!

My plan tonight was to smoke a bowl and go to bed, but I forgot my stash in my car and even though my car is parked directly in front of the house... I'm too lazy to go get it.  So I guess I'm just going to go to bed.   I'm okay with that.  Nate arrives in 10ish hours and I'd like to get up early enough to clean a bit before going to pick him up.  Plus I told the T I'd be availble to be a phone witness should he need someone to be a character witness.  On the off chance that that happens I don't want to be groggy in the head while on speaker phone to a courtroom full of people.

There are empty cans of Miller High Life around the house.  Very weird.  I haven't drank that shit since Chris and I first moved to PDX and you could get half pitchers for 2.50 at the Marathon.. it feels like eons ago.  Nathan and I need to stop there and get a drink tomorrow.

Nate's on the phone.  He's at the airport now.  Very exciting. 
I'm going to go pluck my eyebrows, talk to him then go to bed.
Nite nite.

Wow.

This has been the laziest weekend I've had in awhile. 
I haven't done anything that's productive... at all.

Today...
I smoked pot.
Talked to Nathan for 3 hours.
Laid in the Sun
Played online
   -Tried to find "Tentacle Porn" online.  Had a few good leads but because Chris's computer doesn't have Java or flash  
    or whatever I couldn't actually see anything.  Bummer.
   -Read The Over Educated Nympho's blog (I love her... she's awesome)
   -Read a very in-depth How To on the art of Fellatio and Cunnilingus.

That's more or less it.  I picked up the Terrorist and am now killing time while he showers.

Oh yeah... CHRIS AND THE OGRE FOUND A PLACE.   YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! 
Super Cool!  Yay!  One down and one to go!!!

Okay, boy is out of the shower.  I'm gonna go.

Ps.  21 days until Nate get's here.  Woohoo!

It was another early morning today, later than yesterday though. 

Stayed at the Terrorist house again last night.  Woke up about 640a or 64a5.  Stayed awake until the alarm went off at 7a.  Then, I swear to god as soon as that thing went off I passed out.  I barely remember the T getting out of bed.  He came to wake me up at 8a and I was sound asleep. 

That's weird to me.  Generally when he gets up before I do I'm always in some sort of half conscienceness.  Not today.

Anyway, I didn't fool myself into being productive today.  I openly admited that I was going to be a lazy fuck before work.  And I have been.  I've done some surfing, wrote some emails, made a pho date and smoked some reefer.  That's about it.  Woohoo!  Go me for being a lazy fuck!!  The day has even been productive in it's own little way.  I rock.  (Wow...I'm feeling very self confident today... what's up with that?)

I should probably go get in the shower.  I love, love, love to shower while stoned.  I sing and dance and have a freaking blast in there.  (I also shave, loofah, and ex-foliate too.)  Anyway, I generally do it on my day off and I didn't get a chance to the past few days... BUT!  Today I'm up early enough to do it.  But I gotta hurry 'cause the Les and I have a pho date at 1p.  Yay Pho!

Latah Gatahs!! 

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 don't like grapefruit.
I know that's a bit anti-climactic.

Even though I don't like them, for some unknown reason I still feel the need to buy them every now and then. 
Why?
Well, okay, I need to be honest.  It's not that I don't like them, it's more that I don't like eating them.  I feel that they're not worth the effort involved.  (Yes, I know I'm lazy.)
It's inevitable though, at some point, I'll be in the produce department and I'll get the urge to buy some grapefruits.  I'll get them home where they'll sit on the counter until a colony of mold moves in, I'll get completely disgusted, throw them out and vow never again to buy a grapefruit.
I bought a couple of grapefruits the other day.
I'm an idiot.
I'm forcing myself to eat them though.

Took an accidental nap today.
Didn't mean to fall asleep.  My theroy is that if I slept this afternoon I would be wide awake tonight and that would just fuck up my sleep schedule but I laid down and passed out like a mofo.
It was good, though.
I needed it.
Woke up and had to pee so bad I thought there was 6 gallons of liquid in my bladder and someone standing on it.  It wasn't an immediate thing though.  I laid there for a minute or two then realized that I was going to pee myself if I didn't get up soon.  Which is probably a good thing because I'm pretty sure I'd still be asleep if that wasn't the case.

I was famished too. 
Then I realized it probably has something to do with the fact that I haven't had more than a bagel a day for the past few days. 
So I made a bagel.  (I'm not always incredibly bright when I wake up.)
Was still hungry...
Yep.  That's when I did it.
I had a fucking grapefruit.
One more to go and I'm done with them!

Think I'm going to go do some dishes and possibly take a shower and get laundry ready.  Actually I should get laundry ready first cuz I don't NEED to shower or do dishes.  But I do NEED to do laundry and though I don't NEED to have it ready when the T calls it would be the polite thing to do, cause he is in-fact letting me do some free laundry at his place. 
Tsk tsk tsk, he's sneaking me in after the kid is asleep.
I sometimes think I forgot that I'm now really, definitely, an adult. 
'Cause in situations like this, when my friend is the parent and being the parent means you make the rules, I still mildly feel like I'm going to get in trouble if I get caught. 
Like Little T is going to ground Big T and call my mom if he finds out I went over to do laundry and watch Tv after he went to bed.
I need to get over that.

I never know which "cuz" "cause" to use. 
Based on the firefox spell check thingy "cause" is the correct one to use.  Wonder how good at grammar firefox is?

(Updated part... for some reason Vox won't let me color it purple... DAMN YOU VOX)                                                                       I've spent the majority of my day since I've been out of work in my underwear... and I LOVE IT.  :-)   Just wanted to share. 

But I guess that's okay because I've gone to work already. 
I've been to my job.
So what else should I do?
I should go check my po box actually.

That's it!
I'll go check my po box.

I want pho!
Lesley!  Lets go get pho!

Okay... I think that's it for now.

I've had a few realizations today... now to be fair... I've forgotten most of them since I titled this post and opened the window.  But I'll make them up as I go.

1.  Orange Juice does NOT compliment Toothpaste in anyway whatsoever. 
2.  It is impossible to take a quick shower while high on the pot and listening to great music.
3.  I believe my nephew is a stoner.  He's on myspace right now which means he's probably also logged into AIM and I could chat with him about his stoner ways but I don't think that's a good idea since I am in-fact baked.  Kind of hypocritical if you ask me.
4.  I haven't done any of the shit I wanted to do today.  But I have reasons... nah... reviewing them in my head I have come to the realization that they're all crap.  I was just lazy.  It's my last free Saturday. 

Oh... yes...

Disclaimer: I'm stoned, and I'm blogging.  I feel the need to make that known because though I have no "over share" type things on my brain at the moment... I am stoned and that could change at any point.  After having a conversation with a friend who informed me that my blog makes his "jaw drop" I've become more aware of the heavy sexual tones of many of my posts.

Wow.  It's almost 10pm.  When the fuck did that happen?

Katie called me earlier cause she was driving back home from Northern New Hampshire.... we basically got caught up and then she randomly asked me if I was smoking alone.  (When I answered the phone I told here that I was baked and really giggly... instead of saying hello.  Just wanted to let her know right off!) So I told her I was.  She continued to tell me that that was bad because it was a sign of addiction and then added... "I used to do it all the time!"  Which I just thought was hilarious which is why I'm writing about it here. 

That was boring.

I went to Planned Parenthood yesterday.  Wanted to get my broken va-jay-jay checked out.  Apparently the garlic worked!  The midwife/doctor lady told me that the ph was a little off but when she checked the wet slide there was nothing that looked like BV!!!  That's awesome! 

While I was there I was also on a mission to stock up on condoms.  So every time I went by a basket-o-condoms I would grab a handful.  Then when I went in the little room thingy the nurse lady asked me if I wanted condoms so I said yeah definitely.  They brought me a huge bag-o-condoms.  Between those I took and those in the bag-o-condoms I have 88 condoms.  That's a freakin lot of condoms!!! 

I should send some to my nephew.

I'm thinking about getting an IUD.  I haven't been on the pill for years.  Mainly because I can't afford it but also because the idea of pumping myself full of hormones isn't a pleasant one to me.  There are two types of IUDs.  The main difference between the two... one has hormones, one doesn't.  I'm not sure I'm going to get it but it's something to think about.

5 years of birth control.  

5 years of no babies.  (99.2% of the time)

I should go clean. 

I want ice cream. 

That sounds yummy.

Okay... so the Terrorist and Little T come over for food last night.  It started out they were gonna pick me up after they got off the max and were going home.  But we decided to stay at my place.  I was outside smoking when they got there and Little T had to pee (that rhymed) his dad brought him in to show him where the bathroom was then came and peeked his head out side.  I told him I hadn't kid proofed the house and he should take a quick peek around.  All adult things were out of view.  It was all good until about 30 or so minutes later.  I was making food, the Terrorist was sitting in the kitchen talking to me and Little T was working on alphabetizing my refrigerator poetry. (A little odd? Yes, but incredibly cute)  Anyway... my refrigerator poetry is pretty dirty.  And I didn't really think of it at first so I didn't think to scramble any of it when he started alphabetizing.  Then by the time I realized some of the poems on there... he had been working at it for awhile and I figured he wasn't seeing the poems he was just seeing words cause he was in alphabetizing mode.  That's when he says... "Hey Dad... this one says "Watch me wax your pole."   I was mortified!  I turned around and looked at the Terrorist and mouthed a huge "I'm sorry!"  He kind of laughed and said something about waxing a surfboard and how that must be the same thing.  I felt awful.

I need to go clean.

Tomorrow is 420 and my phone is ringing

It's Chris.  I'm gonna call him back.

He's not answering.

He did.

Bye.

It's a lazy Saturday.  I've been playing online since 1030a or so.  I got an interview tomorrow which I'm very very hopeful about.  They seem to like me a lot so far so I figured "Fuck it" I'm going to play online and not feel guilty because I'm not doing job finding type things.  (Having said that I'm freakin broke and really need to find a job soon.)

I've been waiting for Lesley to get home with a cigarette from her sister.  I'm craving nicotine like you wouldn't believe.  It's insane! 

oooh!  She's here. I'm gonna go smoke. 

As I was saying....

I've been basically dicking around online, doing stupid Internet stuff, myspace playing, okcupid surfing, occasionally job looking.  I decided to change my myspace Top 8 and while doing so I came across a profile of a guy I used to sleep with.  I'd make it nice and say we dated but we really didn't date.  We just fucked.  I've blogged about him a time or two in the past.  Anyway Hotboy and I had some fucking amazing sex and he was fun to be around.  Arty, sexy as hell, a photographer, musician, really nice guy, sweet as hell, funny all those things a girl would want in someone she might want to get to know a bit better. 

Which is kind of what I wanted. Sort of.  It was what I wanted knowing that I was going to be moving to Oregon in a few months.  A nice little fall fling. 

After our first encounter I did the typical girl thing. 
I stalked him via myspace. 
I didn't want to be overanxious and what not because it was just a casual thing.  About 2 or so weeks later we started emailing then hooked up again a few weeks after that.  We went to the beach, it was sandy... and just not as good as the first time... oh well shit happens. 

A month or two after that Nate ran into him at Hannaford.  Nate's a little socially awkward and couldn't remember Hotboy's name so he just chose to run away... after they made eye contact. 
Yada yada yada, I emailed Hotboy to apologize on behalf of Nate and I was kind of hoping to reopen the lines of communication, which kind of happened but only long enough for him to tell me he found a FABULOUS girl who he was seeing.  Which I'm guessing was a polite way of saying "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

So I did.

Fast forward to today.  I decided to stalk him a bit.  Checked out his myspace, read some comments left by friends of his.  One is from a girl we'll call Jezebel apparently Jezebel is looking forward to seeing  Hotboy and spending some time with him in addition to a bottle of wine, fire light and a guitar.  Cunt.

NO!  She's not.  But that was my first reaction.  And I don't know why.  Yes he was really cute and nice and the sex was good and all but in all honesty, I would have fucking killed him if we actually "dated" he would have drove me insane.  Why is it that I feel like she won or something like that?  I'm 3000 miles away.  I have my own cute boy to drink and watch fires with.

Fuck!  My brain is fucked up at times.

But why is that? 
I've done nothing all day.

Hung out with the terrorist a bunch, blogged a bunch, gave Chris a ride home, then drove around with Lesley for an hour or so.  But I'm fucking exhausted. 

I was going to attempt to do things this evening.  Productive things.  I'm leaning that I really feel yucky about myself when I don't do anything all day.  Granted it's nice to do once and awhile but I guess I'm just one of those people who need to do stuff. 

Tomorrow will be different.  I'm going to bed very very soon so that means I'll get up very very early.  I'll fill out applications, I'll send out resumes.  I'll be MOTHA FUCKING SNAKES ON A PLANE productive.  (Don't ask me exactly what that means cause I don't know... but it's gonna be good.)

For now I'm going to go shove some garlic up my twat and curl up with my book.

Nite nite kiddies.

I love Jill Scott. 
I want her to be my friend.

Today, well actually, the past 3 days have been completely useless.  I did nothing on Friday because I was lazy and hating my life so instead of being productive and doing job finding things I got pho with Les, took a cat nap in my closet then went and hung out with the Terrorist.  He introduced me to NightTrain.

NightTrain is the devil.  It's this “wine” which will... well, to put it simply... Fuck you up.  Guns 'n Roses did a song about it.  You can read up on it at www.bumwines.com.  It was... an experience.  And it tastes like slightly watered down turpentine (with a dash of fruit punch for coloring.)  Aside from being my first NightTrain experience it was also my first drunken sex experience (surprisingly) and well... it was pretty great. 

The problem with NightTrain, (one of the many) is the fact that it gives you a helluva delayed hangover.  Meaning, you wake up feeling great, maybe a slight headache then three hours later... you WANT TO DIE!!  (At least that's the experience I had with it, but apparently it's because I didn't hydrate properly)  Live and learn I guess.

Hung out with Chris a bit.  Actually just got off the phone with him.  Found out that “the ex” is now “the girlfriend” again.  I'm trying not to be judgmental... but I can't help it.  She kind of fucked over my friend, and, well, I'm fiercely loyal to my friends.  Oh well, no one said I have to be her friend, but then again knowing Chris I probably wont see much of him without her.  I could be wrong though.  Things change, people change.  I'm helping him move tomorrow (he got evicted because of the girlfriend, which is part of the reason why I'm not her number one fan).  Not really sure where to yet.  Could be a new place, could be my living room, we find out tomorrow.

My soul feels like it's dying.  Everything about me hurts right now.  My back is killing me, my throat is killing me, my neck is sore, I have swollen and painful glands.  I think I am actually dying, my hair even fucking hurts.  I woke up with a sore throat yesterday.  It progressed to basically near death.  I was immobilized on the couch for 4 or so hours.  With chills and all that shit.  Then I finally had the energy to crawl into bed where I stayed for another hour or two then my fever finally broke so I showered and went back to bed.  Woke up to a text response from the Terrorist at 4.20a (awesome), got up, unlocked the door, went back to bed.  Watched a movie with him (I watched, he slept) until 7.30a or so.  Then I slept for two hours and was up again.  Why am I not tired right now?  Seriously.

Lesley got a new bed!  Yay!  She went and got it early this morning.  The Terrorist and I helped her carry it in this morning (and by helped I mean we did it... [I love you Lesley!])  Then we set it up in the living room and all laid on it.  It was fabulous!!!  Then we went to Ikea and got bed accessories, came home, made the bed then laid in it.  For 2 hours.  Yes 2 hours.  We did nothing but lay in bed and talk (and tell ghost stories.. to prove to Lesley that my eyes water so much it looks like I'm crying when I talk about ghosts)  I knew I was good at killing time with useless shit.  I've always known this.  But even that surprised (and kind of impressed) me.

She's out with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.  They're getting food.  Having a non-alcohol related experience.  Which is good.  But he's fucking crazy if he thinks he gets to sleep in that bed tonight.  I carried that fucker in.  I'm sleeping in it!  That thing is fucking comfortable!!!   Lesley can stay at the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet's house, I'll call the Terrorist and he can come crash out with me on the comfy bed. 

Yes, I know I'm insane. 

I'm going to have to get a real bed.  I love hers to much.  It's high and off the ground and not a twin bed and not made of metal and big and cozy.  I need an adult bed.  I'm almost 30.  I think it's time.  It's such a commitment though. 

Again; yes, I know I'm insane.

I watched Knocked Up tonight.  Hilarious movie.  Made me kinda sad though.  Well, it made my biological clock sad.  It makes me want babies and husbands and stuff.  Everyone looked so fucking happy at the end.  Granted, I know its supposed to be like that because that's Hollywood's job, to make everything end all rosy and cheery.  They do a good job... bastards. 

My throat is so fucking swollen.  It hurts to swallow.  Anything.  Water, even.  Ugh.  I think I'm gonna go pull the Tv into Lesley's room and watch a movie. 

That sounds good.

Or maybe I'll just pass the fuck out.

That sounds good too.

 

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It's 1.30p on the 27th of march.  I'm at the library posting this shit I wrote the otherday.  EVERYONE is flocking to the windows.  Why?  Because it's fucking snowing!!  Fuck. 

2 things. 

1.  It's just fucking snow people!!! Jesus!

2.  WHAT THE FUCK?!?!  Why is it snowing in PDX when it's almost April?!?!