7 posts tagged “passed out”

Tonight kicked my ass, hardcore!

I got home at 2am, the shop closes at 11p!!!

My body hurts in ways it hasn't hurt since... since... my first restaurant job. 
I would kill for a massage right now.  I need to be rubbed in a bad way, head to toe, front to back.
I hurt everywhere. 

New Guy is a good guy and a good worker but he's a bit slow to catch on.  Which shouldn't be surprising because he's 37 and still lives with his parents. 
Not to mention that he can't do math to save his life.  Which is bad when you have to count out a till.

I'm closing with him again tomorrow night. 
It will be better though.  The airport is going to be slower tomorrow, I know that he can't add and I'm not letting him near a register during rushes (because he's not god at common sense either*, not because he can't add.)

Tomorrow is my Friday. 
I'm going to go crawl (because I don't think I can walk) into bed, pass the fuck out and attempt to sleep forever.

* When taking an order for a Carmel Shake, he felt the need to ring it up as a mocha shake (which has chocolate and coffee in it) then modify it to carmel only... instead of a Vanilla Shake (which already has no coffee in it) add Carmel Sauce.

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's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

It's 1am already?!?
That's absurdly absurd.
The day just slipped through my fingers.

Oh well.  I had a good day so I'm not bitching.
I hung out with the Terrorist all day.  Just dicking around and really doing nothing of importance.  We haven't done that in awhile.  I kind of miss those days.

The only bad bit...
I think I ate more food today than I have all week.
Blech.

I got home a couple of hours ago.  I was "kicking it on standby" cause a friend was supposed to call but I guess he kind of thought she wasn't going to but then she did so I came home all ready to crawl into the magical bed with Lesley but she's staying at the Soldiers place (surprise surprise) so now the magical bed is all mine.

Had the intention of watching Juno.  Don't think that's going to happen now.  I'm sleepy.  I think I'm just going to go pass the fuck out, maybe get up early and do some shit before I have to be at work.  Like find a job.

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. 

I sometimes hate coming up with subjects.  I can never think of anything fitting.

I need to go do laundry. 
I was supposed do it last night.  I had this big Laundry Party thing planned out.  AND I even had a back up plan in-case the laundry party didn't work out.  (Free laundry at the Terrorists!!)
So, why is it I need to go do laundry now, you ask? 
Cause I passed the fuck out at about 9pm last night.

Don't really know what happened.  The Terrorist and Little T came over last night for food.  They left about 7.30p I was still all hyped up and ready to go.  Called Chris to find out where he was and see if he wanted a ride home, went to get him.  Got back here, sat down.  My head started throbbing, I got really yucky feeling and decided to lay down on the couch.  Slept for about an hour, asked if Chris minded delaying laundry until tomorrow (today) then pretty much before I got a full answer I went and crawled into bed.  Slept for 2 more hours until Lesley got home, she's came in to talk to me, we both passed out for 2 hours (during which time apparently Chris came in, walked around, talked to us, we responded and then he left... Neither Lesley nor I remember this).  We woke up at 2am, she went to bed, I hung out with Chris for an hour then went back to bed.  And slept until 1030am.   That's like 12 or 13 hours of sleep.  That's fucking nuts.  I haven't gotten that much sleep in years.

Wow I get rambley about stupid shit.

Now I need to go do laundry.  Because if I do it first thing, it'll be over with, I can do laundry before I shower then when I get home with clean laundry, I can shower and have clean underwear (I'm out) and I ... I... aww fuck it, I'm just trying to convince myself.

I fucking hate doing laundry.
Well Scratch that... I fucking hate doing laundry at laundry mats.

Lesley's up.  Hopefully she'll motovate me.

Today has more or less been a waste of a day.

Having said that I did have breakfast with The Terrorist, got my IRS refund and ran an errand for Lesley. But aside from those three things (and sending one or two resumes out) I haven't done anything today.

I stayed at the Terrorist's house (and I learned that he loves the fact that I refer to him as the Terrorist in my blog.) We watched a couple of movies last night bringing my total movie tally of yesterday up to 4!! (Good to know I'm so productive when unemployed.) We woke up early, without the aid of an alarm clock (which isn't really like either of us) decided that breakfast should be on the agenda (because we both got our refunds back... go us!) and off we went. But not before I called both my mom and dad to tell them I was in fact alive. (Apparently I haven't called them in a bit and my dad was really starting to worry about the state of my well being.)

He and I had a nice leisurely breakfast complete with eggs and alcohol. Then I dropped him off, went home to pick up a folder for Lesley which she forgot and ran it down to PSU for her.

(As your probably noticing this is basically just a re-count of my day. Sorry it's not more exciting)

Where was I? Oh yes! Dropped off the folder, got some gas ($8.30.. cause it's what I could find in my car) then came home.

And that's where it all goes wrong. I should have come home, hooked up my printer (which I did) and taken care of a bunch of things I've been putting off. But NO. That would have made too much sense.

Instead, I came home, hooked up the printer, decided to masturbate then promptly passed the fuck out. Which would have been okay because I woke up about 45mins to an hour later but when I woke up, I got up went pee, laid back down for a second then woke up about 5 hours later. Yes, I fail. Big time.

I woke up male voice's which kind of creeped me out so I got up and left. Went up to Caldera to visit Lesley for a bit. The cute porn store owner guy was there. There's something about that guy, not sure what it is but he intrigues me. We've never really talked but I notice him every time he's there. But then again, maybe it's because he's a cute porn store owner and I need a job. I thought about hanging out for the shift drink gathering but didn't really feel like it so I came home.

Lit some candles, put on the Love Jones Soundtrack and took the longest shower I've taken in a long time. I did it all, salt scrub, shaved, loafed, shampooed, conditioned. It was great.

Now I'm here. Blogging on OpenOffice because I don't have internet. I have a strong desire to be alone but on the other hand I just wanna cuddle up and watch a movie. I hate that feeling. I blame it on my period. My period makes me confused and not know what I want. (To bad I haven't started my period yet.)

Tomorrow is Aidan's 6^th birthday. Wow. Lesley and I are going over there tonight so we can do the morning birthday breakfast thing with them. I don't really know what's going on but I do know there aren't going to be pancakes, which kind of makes me sad. I love pancakes. He wants chocolate chip muffins though. I want pancakes. Maybe I can convince him to change his mind. Whisper sweet pancake nothings in his ear while he sleeps.

It can't hurt right?

Okay I need to go do productive things that I didn't do earlier.