5 posts tagged “ogre”

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!

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.

I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad.  I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today.  Oh well.

My Week in Bullets...

• Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...)  It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of  adult communication skills.  More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
• Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there.  I don't wanna back off.  I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
• Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan.  Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
• Fought with Chris.
• Fought with Chris some more.
• Met the Ogre.
• Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
  
• Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead.  (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him???  Common people give me some credit!!)
  
• Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
• Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
• Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor.  She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
• My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
• Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
  
• Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
• Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her. 
  
• Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed.  Yay! For Coochie Waxing!!  I can't wait!
  

I think that's more or less it.  Okay, that's not true but that's all I can think of at the moment.  I'm at the Red Square and they're playing Christmas Music.  Blech.  It's fucking May!!
I'm gonna go send out a resume or two and then possibly go lay out on my front lawn.

*His skinhead ties aren't exactly known at this point but he has a swastika on his right tricep and therefore we have dubbed him "the skinhead"

Strangest thing.
I think I'm craving Taco Bell.
I've been to Taco Bell once.
And that was solely because the Terrorist was amazed that I'd never been.  So he broke my Taco Bell virginity.

Moving on...
I'm guessing the T read my last post about being hungry and wanting SW Taco stand tacos 'cause he sent me a Text  about Taco Bell being 24/7.  Which was sweet and all but taco bell isn't something I really think of when I think tacos.  At least that's what I thought.  Somehow, in the past hour or so my craving has morphed into a taco bell craving. 
Fucked up.
I wish Lesley would fucking call me back!

I just spent an hour or two cleaning my room.  Granted it's not what I would call "clean" it's much better than it was.  Though I am contemplating sleeping on the couch because my bed it covered in shit, as is Lesley's and her silence makes me think she's cozying up to a boy and that said boy could end up here tonight...and apparently 3 is a crowd.  So I'll just sleep on the couch and be lazy and not clean my bed off.

Chris has been hanging out with the Ogre more and more lately.   When confronted if she was his "girlfriend" there really was no response other than a grin and a quick change of subject.  However, I do believe that the Ogre is very rapidly becoming the new girlfriend.  This phenomenon I have mixed feelings on.  I wont go into that though. 
I'm a tad bit miffed with him at the moment actually. 
Since Chris has lived here I've used his computer for Internet, it has a better wi-fi card and tends to get a more reliable signal.  From what I can tell he doesn't mind that I do this. 

The problem?
Tonight when I got home there was a page of craigslist apartment listings up.  No big deal.  Until I realized that it was a one bedroom apartment and about $200 more than the rooms he's been looking for. 
I will pause here to admit that I have a tendency to jump to conclusions.  So, while there could be a very good very logical explanation it's one that hasn't occurred to me and considering I know Chris fairly well my immediate reaction was that he's thinking about moving in with the Ogre.   Which is stupid on so many levels I don't think he could be that silly. 
The part I'm miffed about is that when I went to log into myspace she was logged in. 
I've never met this girl.
But yet she's been in my house when neither Lesley nor I were here.
AND
If it weren't for seeing the myspace thing I don't think I ever would have known.
I text-ed him and let him know I was a little peeved and he apologized and everything but I think it might take me a bit to get over this one.  When in a situation with a friend and I'm not sure if I am reacting appropriately I often try to flip the situation.  How would they feel if I did it to them?  And I know for a fact, without a doubt, that Chris would flip his shit. (Is that even a saying?)
I feel like I violated his privacy or something though.  Because of the myspace thing.  It's not like I was snooping.  I was trying to check my messages.  I feel guilty though.
Damn Catholic families!!!

Lesley is home.  We're catching up. 
This would be so much better with pho.

I think I need to go to bed. 

Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I'm very excited and not just because I hate my job.  I'm going to be motivated today.  I'm going to get shit done!  
I slept like a rock last night.   It was fabulous.  (Aside from that fact that my spine feels like stone.)  I crawled into the magical bed last night around 2am.  Put my mp3 player on and laid it on my chest (between my boobs) then I woke up 7 hours later to Lesley's alarm clock and it was in the same exact spot.  That never happens.  1. I NEVER sleep on my back.  2.  I always move in my sleep.  Either way... it was a great nap.

Today.
Today I'm going to do some things...
Things like...

1.  Go to Wal*Greens
     Get contact souliton, soap and shampoo.
2.  Take out contacts and shower.
3.  Clean my room.
     Find a place for pretty new rug, possibly move computer back, hang up wall things, make it more cozy and livable.
4.  Tidy up kitchen/living room.
5.  Send a few resumes out.  
     Objection:  Find job where co-workers have all actually completed puberty.
6.  Possibly scrape bowl or obtain reefer some other way.
7.  Go downtown.  Get mail.
8.  Watch Juno if time.

Just got a text from Chris.  I woke up this morning and he wasn't here.  Which was weird cause he was here last night when I got home, he was in the shower when I went to bed.  Then this morning he was missing.  Found a note on the computer that said he was at Ogre's.  Ogre is a chick he met via craigslist not too long ago*.  I worry about this arrangement because of a few reasons but it's none of my business and if it's keeping him happy and occupided and not thinking of the ex girlfriend  then I guess I should shut the fuck up and mind my own fucking business.

I hate that fact that I tend to mother my friends.

That's it for now I think.

*She's dubbed Ogre because she has a think for the Ogre body type and not because she looks like an Ogre.