3 posts tagged “lighter”

one of those people who are uber scary looking in the morning.
I mean, I'm not going to win beauty contests or anything but for the most part I pretty much look normal.
Shaz... is not like that.  Shaz wears a lot of make up and does crazy shit to her hair so when she wakes up she's kind of scary looking.  Make up is smeared everywhere.  Big eye makeup circles and hair all crazy.*
Today, I looked like Shaz. 
Before I went out last night I did my make up, my theory was that if I wore a lot of dark eye make up it would help draw attention from the dark bags under my eyes.  Not sure if it worked or not but that's neither here nor there. 
I was exhausted last night, I think I was more tired than drunk actually and did not remove the make up before I went to bed. 
When I went into the bathroom this morning I actually gasped a bit.  I looked like I had been in a fight, both eyes were black with bits of purple, my hair was a fright but yet I had on the prettiest shiny HUGE earrings.

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Yes.  I admit.  I did all of this just to have an excuse to show off my earrings.  They're pretty!!!!

I lost my fucking lighter!!.  I stole it from the airport.  (Someone left it on a bench or something probably cause they were going through security.)  I had a shit ton of lighters and they all seem to be slowly disappearing.  I grabbed this one and I was going to stick it with my bowl that way I can stop smoking with matches but the fucking thing is missing.
I think I might have picked it up and moved it when Little T was sleeping in here and now I just can't remember where the fuck I put it.

Okay, I'm getting distracted.

*I'm not picking on Shaz here... She knows she's "un-composed" in the morning... I'm just using her as an example.

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.

Let me just say that smoking a bowl with a box of matches isn't as appealing as one might think.

I really need to do something about my laziness.  I'm too lazy to get up and go get a lighter so I'm using matches. 

Chris just got home.  He's been staying at the Ogres a lot lately.  Haven't seen him in a few days actually which normally isn't that big of a deal because I'm at the T's house and we just miss each other in passing, but I've been home the past day or two.  Anyway... according to his myspace profile he's "In a Relationship"  which means things with the Ogre are getting serious.  Good for him!  I have my reservations about it but I'll keep my mouth shut. I wanted to remain sober so I could talk to him about whats going on without being baked because my brain can't function enough to have serious conversations while on the pot.  He got here.  We had our conversation, it didn't exactly go the way I wanted it too but I guess that's okay.  He's looking for a place with the Ogre.  (Can I call it? or can I call it?!)  Anyway, hopefully they'll find a place soon.  I can't handle 4 people living in a 2 bedroom.  I hate overly crowded apartments.  This is why I haven't lived* with more than one person since I was 21.  Shaz is staying here for the month.  If she makes it that long.  I think Lesley might kick her out before then.  She's pay rent, which is cool.  But it worries me because she's not the most respectful girl in the world.  I worry that shit with go missing or things will get broken with her around. 

The point that I was getting to is that the conversation has been had and now I get to smoke.  Got to smoke.  Have smoked.   Whatever. 

Matches suck.

The Terrorist starts working at the airport tomorrow.  That's weird.  The Terrorist is working at the airport. I thought the goal was to keep Terrorist's out of the airports.  What's even better?  He's going to be working in the secured section.  It's awesome how easily he got the job.  A friend of his works at the same place and put in a good word and boom! he was in.  He also got a schedule which fit exactly what he needed.  Granted, I kind of think it sucks because it involves him getting out of work an hour before I go into work, which means I probably wont see him again... ever.  I can't say I like that but it works wonderfully for what he needs and me whining wouldn't fix anything so what's the point?  Oh well, I'm sure it'll work out.

I think I need to go to bed.  It's 3am and I need to get up early tomorrow to clean.  And deposit my check.  And pay rent.  And possibly go get my mail.  Maybe pho.  Definitely need to clean. 

Oh my goodness.  I have a huge thing on the back of my head.  It's gross.  Lesley had one on her head.  My coworkers seem to think it's a bug bite.  It can't be though, it's huge!!

Now I'm really going to bed.

* By "lived" I mean payed rent at a place.