5 posts tagged “move”

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.  :-)  

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.

I friend of mine is in a rough spot.
More or less everything that can go bad... has
Ranging from a loss of financial aid to his baby momma moving to Colorado with his kid to a very real possibility that he might have to find a new place to live at the end of the month.  Combine all of this with no job and a very shitty job market... things really suck.
I wish I could help, but there's not a thing I can do.
I hate that.
I wish I could wrap him up in a big bear hug and make everything workout.
Blech.

Instead... I'm going to go clean, like a mother fucker.

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?!?!

I'm moved.