60 posts tagged “lesley”

It kind of cracks me up how my blog went from being filled with stories of my sexcapades to being filled with stories of what I did with the kid.

I'm okay with it, though.

Especially since Little T is going over to Grandpa T's house on Friday night and Big T and I are going to catch up on the sex we haven't been having. 
Yay!

My head hurts.  I woke up with a mild headache and though it hasn't gotten worse, it hasn't gotten any better either. 

Today, is a nice day.  We're gonna go to the library today and maybe the park.  Maybe a picnic in the park, nah, that sounds a bit over ambitious.  Oooh, and I need to go deposit my check and check my po box.  A friend of mine from back home was supposed to send me a heating pad that her mom made me (she made me one years ago but I lost it last summer) and I just got an email from her saying she sent it about 3 weeks ago.  I hope, I hope, I hope it's here!!

Okay, time to stop being a lazy ass and hop to it.

Ps.  I talked to my mom the other day and apparently her and the aunts (at least 2 of the aunts maybe all 3) are going to come out here next summer.  Plus I talked to Nathan and apparently he and the clan (Kathrine and Byron) are all planning on coming out here (moving out) next fall-ish.  I guess the plan is that they're going to get a place in Portland and stay for the lease then at the end of it they'll be moving out here.  (That's what the plan is, I'll believe it when I see it.)
Speaking of moving... the Terrorist kind of threw me a curve ball last night.  Mentioned something about living together.  It was only a mild surprise because last week when Nate was here he mentioned something about having "dibs" if Lesley moved out (I was joking that she'd be moving in with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.)  Which as he said.. It would make life a lot easier.  I would see him a whole hell of a lot more and I'd get the morning cuddle time that I now miss, plus I wouldn't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to shower and get up here by 8am* and though I'm not completely opposed to the idea I don't think convince is a good reason to move in with someone.   

* Ass-crack of dawn being 7-730a and "up here" being 5 blocks from my house... but still.  :-)  

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.
Since Nate's been around this week I haven't seen him much and I missed him, so I bribed my coworkers into letting me leave early, since it was his last kid free night.* 
Got up early, brought him to work, went and picked up my laundry and came to the laundromat.  When I first got here it was silent.  It was so weird.  I've never been to a silent laundromat.  Even if there are no people in it there are at least washers or dryers going.  (I say I've never been to a silent laundromat but I know that's not true because I used to go to this 24-hour one in South Portland that was empty at times... but RECENTLY I haven't been to a silent laundromat... especially not during the daytime.)
Since Nathan's gone that's my official notice to get off my ass and start looking for a new job.  Which I learned yesterday kind of freaks the T out.  (Because I'm playing the role of babysitter to Little T while Big T is workin')  I guess I can't really blame him because if the situation were reversed I'd probably be freaking out as well.  I have a master plan though.**  Lesley is talking about quitting the Caldera before she goes to Singapore so maybe I can just slip in there.  They don't open until 5p  Shifts generally start at 4p and it's a block from the T's house.  Sound perfect to me.  If it doesn't work that's okay, I'll find something that does.  I'm a patient person.***
I start kid sitting on Monday, which means today and this weekend I'm going to clean my apartment and make it more kid friendly, not that we're going to be there often but if we happen to stop by I don't want anymore "Watch me wax your Pole" moments or anything of the like.  I also need to clean out my car.  That'll be tomorrow.  It's getting really disgusting.  There have been a variety of beverages spilled in it and... it's just fucking gross.  This is my kick in the pants to get it done.

My laundry is done, I've gotta go fold it and do productive things.

*Okay so I didn't really bribe them, all I really did was ask if they minded... but "bribed" sounds so much more dramatic.
**We're not going to mention how my last mater plan failed miserably.  I'm glad I didn't end up in Toronto madly in love, I don't think that would have made me happy, well, it could of but now that I'm were I am in my life I don't still wish for it.  Things happen or don't happen for a reason, my original master plan failed for a reason.  Something better is in my cards.  It's like that god song by Garth Brooks... What's it called... Unanswered Prayers.   Anyway, this minor master plan is going to work out awesome, I just need to get all the details ironed out.
***Anyone who knows me knows that that is a total and complete crock-of-shit but I'm also a master of denial.  Which makes anything possible.  :-)

It's hot today, again.
Oh well.  I'm tough, I can handle it. 
I really want to go swimming though.

Stayed at the T's last night. 
Got up early because of it.  Did laundry so far and I'd like to clean my room or the living room or something before I get ready for work.

I want some white Christmas lights.
It's cheesy and a tad high school-ish but I think they make great ambient lighting.  Well, at least good (and cheap) ambient lighting.  I'm tired of my room not being mine.  I never really personalized it when I moved in, then Chris moved and I just didn't bother to try because there was his stuff in there. 
He's moving out today or tomorrow. 
It's mine again.
I want to make it pretty.  Wonder where I can find white Christmas lights in July?

Lesley says Wal*mart.  I don't know if they'd have them this time of year. 
I decided the other day that I'm not going to shop there anymore. 
I think I might make one last farewell trip. 
Maybe.

Disclaimer: My vagina is not happy.  I'm stoned.  Lets use some deductive reasoning to figure out that because of these two things, combined with the fact that I am blogging means there's going to be probably some details you don't wanna hear about.  Unless you're a sick, nosey muthah fucka.  But hey... it takes one to know one.

Chris got home not too long ago.  While wandering around collecting things for a shower he noticed my subject line and said something about the Dead.  Though it is a Dead line I'm not actually listening to the Dead.  I'm listening to Sublime.  Then after a brief conversation I realized that I TOTALLY need to listen to some music I haven't listened to in awhile.

Chris is laughing and I have a sneaking suspicion it's at me.

Anyway... I ran in, got my CD book and in mere moments I'm gonna be jamming out to tunes of my past.  That reminds me, the other day when I was getting ready for work Lesley informed me that she's never met anyone who rocks out while getting ready as much as I do.  What an awesome compliment!!

Update... Though it took some work I finally got Cd's playing.  Though good, so far this experience isn't as magical as I thought it would be.  That's alright, I've got a bunch of Cd's, I'll find something that hits the spot.

Work last night was... eh.  I worked with my general manager.  Which is cool because she's salaried and doesn't get a cut of the tips which means I got them all.  Though I haven't actually counted them I had to of made $20-$25.  Which is unheard of for that place.  Working with the GM wasn't actually a bowl of cherries but she did inform me that I'm going to be getting a $.75/hr raise effective July 1st and she's getting the uppers that I should be considered for Asst. Manager.  Though I don't think that sounds like a great idea because I'm not really into Management it's awesome that she thinks that.  There's nothing open at the moment but considering there are 5 stores and they basically have disposable employees it's something that could happen before too long.  I'd rather find something serving some place else.  I've kind of given up on the job hunting thing until after Nate leaves.
(Finally... got to the awesome song on this Cd!  There's some hardcore rock-age going on over here.)

Went over to the Terrorist's house last night after work.  Which normally doesn't happen on weeknights because he has to be at work at 9am but the past few nights exceptions have been made.  I feel bad though.  He's loosing sleep, two nights ago, I was at the door for 5 or 10 minutes knocking and ringing the bell 'cause he had dozed off and could barely keep his eyes open once I was inside.  (It was really cute, though.)  Then again I'm loosing sleep as well, kind of and he is the one who suggests it.  (I'm trying to talk myself out of feeling guilty, for some reason when I dropped the Catholic religion the guilt part of it felt the need to hang on and occasionally* rear it's irritating head.)

I think my boobs are shrinking.  I've been slowly dropping a few pounds here and there over the past... whatever.  Cool!  Actually awesome!  But I don't really want that weight to come from my boobs.  The reason I think my boobs are shrinking is because I often store things in my bra... Money, phone, Mp3 player, lighter, bowl... ya know... the necessities.  Twice this week, stuff has fallen out.  I don't think my tata's are taking up the same amount of space therefore the "stuff" isn't as secure as it normally is.  That's crap.

My vagina. 
I don't think I'll ever understand the vagina.  It's kind of a parent/child type relationship.  I love it dearly and can't imagine my life without it but I just don't get why it does what it does.
I thought I had another case of the broken va jay jay.  Started garlic treatment then I realized I was starting my period.  Then it occurred to me that in the past I used to get the symptoms of the broken va jay jay around my period, so i figured it was just a slight imbalance cause of the changing environment.  That's cool and all but there was something still not right that's when I realized that there were little cuts or skin tears.  (Sounds worse than it is...though don't get me wrong it's not entirely pain free.)  I have no clue what the fuck this is from.  I mean, the T and I aren't exactly gentle but there hasn't been anything lately that would cause this.  Tres Weird.  Oh well, it's mostly gone away.

My Uterus.
Is fucking with me.  That's the only explanation I have.  I finally started my period.  I think it's really weird that I start shortly after having a broken condom incident which is the first example that it's fucking with me.  The second is that I'm not practically hemorrhaging.  It's been 7 months.  There's gotta be a lotta shit that needs to be cleaned out but nope, it;s a nice light "normal" period.  Actually it's lighter than normal.  I haven't be doubled over from cramps or nausea.  It's all very weird to me but I'm totally okay with it.  Last time I went this long between periods I could barely walk my cramps were so bad and at one point I woke up (at Nates) and actually thought I was hemorrhaging or miss-carrying an unknown fetus.  

I've always kind of viewed my uterus as a sort of subconscious.  It's the part of me that wants to get married and have babies and do all that "normal" or "typical" stuff.  Maybe that's why it gets so pissy sometimes, because I constantly fight to push those feelings away.  I've gotta work on that.  It's okay to want those things in fact, it's very normal to want those things...right?

Fuck, it's almost 2p.  I have been screwing around online for like 5 hours.  HOLY FUCK.  I need to go smoke a bit more then shower.  It's gonna be a good one! But first, I need to find a good shower cd!  :-)
 
*By "occasionally" I mean all the fricken time.

Apparently, I'm a blanket hog. 

Well, I guess it has to be said that I'm not all that surprised by this, but I do feel a little bad. 

Woke up this morning at the Terrorist's house.  Did the morning post coital chit chat in bed thing and after mentioning how great I slept it was announced that he was up several times through out the night.  Kept waking up freezing... because I had all the blankets.  Oops.

Of the past few people I've shared a sleeping space with my blanket hogginess has never lead to feelings of guilt, because of one or more reasons...  With Lesley, it's just not an issue because her bed is so fricken big that there's a major excess of bed space and blanket space.  Chris, well, he's such a freakin bed hog that I don't really feel guilty if he doesn't get any blankets because he's got the entire freakin bed.  Nathan is in the same boat. Along with his need to have the entire bed, he's also a blanket stealer... so the few times I get the covers... if anything, I feel accomplished.

The Terrorist, though, he's a very courteous sleeper.  Doesn't try to claim the entire bed as his own (even though it is), doesn't steal blankets, I've never woken up with a knee or elbow in the back or face.  The other day, I couldn't sleep, woke up in the middle of the night.  When I went back to bed 3 hours later he was sprawled out in the middle of the bed.  Not really much room for me on either side.  (This has happened with Nathan before and I either have to physically push him as hard as I can, or sleep on the floor.)  I briefly thought about sleeping on the couch but figured I'd at least see how he repsonded when I started to crawl into bed.  I barely touched the bed and he moved over to his side, waited for me to get adjusted then moved into spooning postion.  I'm not sure if he was awake or not but if he wasn't that was very impressive.

I think what makes me feel so bad about this is that there is nothing I can do about it.  I'm not consciences while thieving blankets, I don't purposuly try to freeze him out at night. 

Maybe I should start going to bed in a parka and wool socks. 

I'm very pissed off at this computer/IE even though it's probably most likely Operator Error.  If the touch pad didn't have that thingy I wouldn't have made the freakin' error!!  Anyway, I had a nice longish post (long enough that I'm really pissed I lost it) and now it's gone.

Its subject matter went something like this.

Disclaimer:  I was disclaiming that I was stoned and blogging and not to get pissed off if I said something that offended you because I warned you and you'd have no right to bitch.  I also threw in something about how the potency of marijuana has gone up like 10% or something in the past year.  The white house did a study.

The next paragraph contained bits of rambling regarding a movie I just watched.  The Piano Teacher.  It really was a fucked up movie.  It wasn't bad.  It wasn't great either... mainly it was just fucked up.

I then went on to discuss how I stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.  I mentioned we had sex.  (Twice)  I'm sore as fuck from it.  I haven't been this sore from sex in a freakin long time.  Oh well, It's all for the cause.  I woke up around 2a, couldn't sleep, got up and hung out for a bit.  Then the T got up, stumbled into the living room looking all cute and confused (and naked!) and asked "What the fuck happened?*"

After talking to him for a few minutes it was discovered that he didn't remember a good majority of the evening.  Which I can't really say is a surprise from the way he was throwin' 'em back.  Apparently he didn't remember any of the sex which kind of surprised me because I thought he would have at least remember the first round.  Now, I'm very open with my friends and there have been a time or two (or twenty) when I've been asked for sex details.  It's a question I've come to expect (especially when talking to Nathan) but it has to be said... it's a slightly odd feeling when you're being asked for the details that lead up to sex by the person who was instigating the sex.  It kind of sucks that he can't remember it.  Oh well, not that big of a deal.  It really was some good sex though, he gets very aggressive when highly intoxicated, which, is awesome.

I'm dirty.  I need to shower.  I think Lesley is finally out of the bathroom

I think I got all the key points to the erased blog.  I could have missed some.  My brain's not exactly on top of it at the moment. 

Fuck someone's in the bathroom again!  Bastards!  I need to shower!  On a completely different note... I really miss my heating pad.

Okay I'm done.

*It should be mentioned (and was mentioned in the first version of this post) that we were drinking.  He was drinking heavily, me, not so heavily.

I'm squished between two twins.

It's not as great as you might think it would be.  They're both passed out and not moving at all.  I think I'm going to plan an escape under the coffee table....

Woohoo!  I made it out!

They're still passed out though.  We were supposed to have a girls night.  Well okay so it wasn't really a "girls night" it was more of "3 girls with nothing to do so lets gorge on McDonald's and watch a scary movie" night.  I had to shut said movie off because it was getting somewhat suspenseful and I knew if I left it on I'd end up screaming and that would freak them out.  We can't have that.  So... no movie.  Plus I don't handle scary movies alone very well. 

I went home early today.

The yucky tummy didn't bother me to much before work but I think it's because I pretty much stayed stoned from when I got up to when I went to work.  Then while at work I couldn't smoke (obviously) and the yucky tummy came back.  Never actually ralphed but generally felt like shit.  I did a bunch of shit, closed as much stuff as I could, then took off about 930p.  Got home, hung out, smoked a bit and boom I feel fine. 

I need to go to bed. 

Yeah... it's getting late.  I need to sleep.  And maybe smoke more...cause my tummy is gettin icky again.

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've been playing on OkCupid a lot lately. 

For the most part it's the same old crap.  Just a way to pass the time.  My standards are fairly low when it comes to the Internet as a way to meet people.  Having said that I am the girl who has never ever (NOT ONCE) dated a person she didn't meet from the Internets.  (Unless you count the creepy* guy I fooled around with on the ship who then proceeded to stalk me for 3 weeks.) 

I have met some awesome people via the net.  Chris, though he and I have had and continue to have our issues, he's a good kid and I love him.  OMS was a craigslist boy.  Hell, all the guys I had sex with last summer were found via the web.  The Terrorist is/was and OkCupid boy.  

I don't know where I'm going with this.  I think I had a point, but I've forgotten it.  The sad thing is I'm completely sober. 

It's my Friday!  Today was sooooooo much better than yesterday.  Nothing special happened but it wasn't a completely shit day either.  (I feel a train.)   

Tomorrow I need to be productive, which is why immediately after writing this I'm going to go pee and crawl into bed.

While being productive I need to accomplish...

• Take shit in closet to Goodwill.
• Clean kitchen.
• Put Laundry away
• Deposit Check
• Mail Rent
• Pay Lesley
• Call/Text Leon
• Send Terry, Mah & Kathryn birthday cards. - Wow, I just realized that my three moms (Birthmom, Stepmom and adopted Mom) all have birthdays within a week or two of each other.  Bizarre.
• Find Job.  (Very Minimum: email Paddy's)
• Take a fantastically long, wonderful shower (preferably while under the influence of the pot.)

I think that's about it.

Shit... That's kind of a lot of stuff.  I need to go to bed!! 

*He wasn't that creeepy before we fooled around that mostly came after the foolage.  Though, he was a little creepy to start with, but I kind of dig that, I mean, I've been dating a guy I've dubbed "the terrorist" for months now... that's not exactly normal.

I knew it was going to, too. 

From the moment I woke up I knew I should have just stayed in bed.  Shut the alarm off, roll over and go back to sleep.  My insane, idealistic self wouldnt let me do it.  Being the freakish optimist I tend to be, I figured it was all in my head and climbed out of bed.

The day just started shitty.  I was in a bad mood and tired and yada yada yada.  I went out to smoke with Chris and that's when my landlord asked me about the broken screen.*  I told him Lesley got locked out.  ('Cause I don't think we're supposed to have squatters without his okay.)  Then he continued to question me about it.  Not that big of a deal... but crappy nonetheless. 

The bad vibes then felt it was time for Christopher and I to have a fight.  (A big, blowout, kind of fight.)  Chris has been staying here for about a month and a half.  Now that Shaz is staying here too the house is getting a bit crowded.  Somewhere along the line I decided that I would tell Chris that he's gotta find a new place in two weeks or start paying rent.  (He's offered before but my theory was that he'd find a place faster if he saved his money to move instead of paying us.)  I have a hard time talking with Chris about anything serious because I don't know how he's going to react to things.  This is a problem I've always had and will probably continue to have.  Anyway, he was fine with the actual two week thing but it moved on to more shit.  Deeper more emotionally related and draining shit.  That... that was exhausting. 

Oh boy did I cry.  And cry.  And cry.  I haven't cried like that in a while.  Now, in all fairness it wasn't just because of the argument he and I got into, there was just a lot of built up shit in my head and this was the catalyst that set me off. 

(I hear a train.)

So yeah, I cried and cried then showered then cried some more.  By then it was time for me to stop the self pity train and get ready because the Terrorist was going to be stopping by.

We ended up going up to his place where we ended up having couch sex.  Then the condom broke.  Fuck.  Big fuck.  Big, double, shit, goddamn, ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!   He and I have deduced that because my girly parts are so fucked up the actual possibility of me being fertile is probably pretty fucking low. 

Which is true.. but I'm still a bit worried and will be until I start bleeding.

The bad vibes then followed me to work.  Though nothing big happened there were a bunch of little irritating things such as...

1. Got there late... And for no reason 'cause I left the Terrorist's house 5 mins before I normally leave mine.
2. The shuttle I was on going to the airport almost went off the road.
3. I bent 3 nails all at once.  (I bent them WAY down toward the nail bed... it hurt!!)
4. When I got there barely anything was done
5. There were more but my brain is tired and remembering hurts. 

It's just been a crappy day.  I hope tomorrow goes better. 

Which, if we're being technical and saying that "today" is June 2nd and "tomorrow" is June 3rd then tomorrow is going much better.  So far on June 3rd I've...  (I'm liking lists tonight)

1. I got home to Lesley passed out but in the kitchen was a plate wrapped in a paper-towel with a note that said "EAT ME" on it.  Inside... Blueberry Pancakes!!
2. I found out the name of the Artist for this song I LOVE but couldn't for the life of me figure out who did it!  I figured it out!!!
3. Chris found a HUGE, really really nice monitor on his walk home tonight.  And... IT WORKS!!  (Granted that doesn't really affect me other than being envious as all hell I think it's some sort of proof that the cosmos are swinging in the direction of good things.)
4. On the way home from work I was behind a car with a bumper sticker that said "I'm only speeding because I really have to POOP."

*Shaz got locked out the other night.  Lesley was at the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet's house and I was at the Terrorists place so Shaz broke the screen and climbed in the window.