25 posts tagged “pho”

I woke up absolutely livid this morning.
Went to bed kind of pissed off too.

Why, you ask?

When I got home from work last night I was checking weather reports and what not and decided to check the Kids school to make sure he had school.  He didn't.  They cancelled it because we MIGHT get some snow.  That irritated me because I was planning to finish up some Christmas shopping and get pho with Lesley today and with no school that means I can't do either.   I understand Maine is a far cry from Portland Oregon when it comes to weather.  They're not equipped to deal with this stuff like we are back home, so fine, whatever.  What pissed me off was the fact that the Terrorist never told me.  And I know he knew because they have this nifty automated phone system that calls all the parents to let them know as soon as the decision is made to cancel school.

HE KNOW"S THAT I"M GOING TO HAVE TO CANCEL MY PLANS TO STAY HOME WITH THE KID AND HE DOESN'T HAVE THE COURTESY TO TELL ME!?!?!?! 

What the fuck!?!??!?!?!

I figure there's an explanation and I go to bed.  Maybe he's planing on telling me in the morning...

Next morning (this morning)
The alarm goes off, the T gets up, Nothing.
He comes in the bed room, roots around in his closet for a bit, still nothing.
At this point I'm contemplating bringing it up but the bed is warm and the living room is not so the lazy, sleepy side wins.   Plus I'm still convincing myself that he'll pop in to give me a kiss and inform me of the lack of school right before he leaves.

Then I hear the front door open and close.

Immediately I go from kinda pissed off to totally livid.
Then I promptly fall asleep for an hour or two.

When I wake up, I immediately start fighting with him in my head and I can tell you, it's not pretty.

Part of my morning routine is to check and see if I have missed calls.  There were none but I decided to check the recent call log.  Last call... The Terrorist 7.55p 12/16

What?
I don't remember talking to him last night.

So I check my voice-mail...
The third message went something like this...
"Hey baby, I just got a call from Little T's school, he doesn't have school tomorrow and it's supposed to get bad tonight so you should get out of there as soon as possible and drive safe."

Holy mother fucker, I am a complete and total Jackass!!!

I felt like the HUGEST idiot.

All day yesterday I kept thinking it was my Friday.  Exciting!
Then I continually had to remind myself that it WASN'T my Friday.  Depressing.

Today, that's not the case.  It IS my Friday.  Yay! 

Even though I slept until 1130a I still got pretty much everything done I needed to do.  I'm waiting to hear back from my insurance lady so I can actually pay for my Auto Insurance Policy and I need to fill out the Rental Forms but I think I might do that as well as going over my budget at work on my lunch.  The budget definitely because it's payday today and I can see how much I got and if my budget will in fact work for the amount of money I made.  I might do the rental forms today before work if I have time.  (ie: If I don't take too much time blogging.)

Tomorrow, is my day off.  I'm going to let the weather decide what I'm going to do.  If is nice out, I want to get out of the house and just not be in the house. Maybe get pho with Lesley or just go downtown and hang out (and check my Po Box.)  If it's not nice then I will probably stay in my "Pj's" all day, watch Tv and let my brain ooze outta my ear.  Well, I really should get a Registration/Title application and fill it out, plus I want to get my linens from downstairs so I can "work" on the Terrorist.*

The Terrorist has been talking about organizing the bedroom.  Which is good, it needs to be done.  Since they moved in about 80% of their stuff has found a home and the other 20% has been hanging out in boxes waiting to be be relocated.  It's starting to bug both of us so he said he was going to move shit around tonight before Little T gets home from the Baby Momma's Momma's house. 

Awesome.  Mostly. 

Before they moved in I made a serious attempt to clean and "neutralize" the house.  Since I lived here before they did I didn't want either of them to feel like they were moving into my house it's our house so I tried to make it so they would feel that way.**  I think I did an okay job at it with the exception of the bedroom.  All my stuff is in there and I didn't know what was gonna be done so I just left it and figured the Terrorist and I could figure it out later.  Which is pretty much what is going on but I have that slight worry that something embarrassing might pop up while he's moving stuff around.  Though I don't really know what I'm worried about because I openly admit that I occasionally rock out to Britney and really, is there anything else worse than that? 

Okay, I have 30 minutes to fill out rental forms before I have to get in the shower.  I think I might be able to get it done.  I just wish we had a table so I could sit at it to do paperwork.  Fuck, I'm getting old.

* I say "work" because I haven't really given anyone a massage in quite sometime and it's gonna suck because I forgot most everything I once knew, plus there's the fact that there hasn't been any "adult time" lately because of the broken va-jay-jay and it will most likely turn into one of those massages. 
** Honestly my primary concern was Little T.  He's moved a lot in his young life and I want him to know that this is his home too.  Not just his dads, not just mine, not his dad's and mine but his too.  I was concerned about the Terrorist too but he's an adult he handles that shit better than a kid would. 

I got ditched. 
I'm doing my damnedest to not get butt hurt over it.

Lesley and I had plans for pho today.  To catch up, discuss apartment issues and actually talk because we haven't really seen each other since she got back from Singapore.
She's too busy moving everything today and organizing shit and doing all that crap that comes with moving.  She requested a postponement until tomorrow.  It's not that I can't do it tomorrow, I could, I just don't want to.  I kind of hold Sundays sacred.  They're my day to do my thing, whether that's lay in bed all day, laundry, stoned blogging... whatever.  So we rescheduled to Wednesday. 

Today would have been best.  It's the day we've had planned for a week.

Get over it, Megan.

Got a text from the Terrorist last night at around 1230a.  He was asking if I wanted to stop by to watch Obama's speech.  Now, if it was anyone other than him, I'd think it was the "Wanna come watch a movie" line and everyone knows that there is no actual movie WATCHING when someone agrees to that.  Well, maybe a the first 5-10 minutes but that's it.  Because this is the Terrorist, I knew he actually meant WATCH the speech.  So, I went over.  Not so much for the speech as to hang out with the T and get some cuddle time in.  The speech was very good.  Gave me goose bumps on many occasions.  Awesome.

God, I'm cranky.
 
Disclaimer:  Bowl smoke-age to commence now.  I need to get out of this cranky ass mood.  Not sure if the reefer will help but it sure as fuck can't hurt.  I really don't know why I'm disclaiming anything... but I figure it's fun.  Hehe.  Yes, I admit it, my name is Megan and I like using useless disclaimers on my blog!  (Hi Megan!)

I'm kind of over the Jamiroquai thing.  Though I might have to rewind it to Love Foolosophy one more time.

I got a text from a friend of mine (Blondie) I used to work with at Capers.  I haven't seen her since I've been back in town though we keep making tentative plans and on or both of us flake out.  Her 27th birthday was on Thursday and she wanted me to stop in and have drinks with her and her 8 gajillion friends.  It was being held at this bar in the Pearl District, which is a pretty area and I tend to enjoy walking around there but I can't handle the posh-ness that all the business's posses.  Which Is why I just walk around and never enter any of them.  I drove by the bar it was at... The District and had to force myself to not turn around and run screaming.  I sucked it up, went in, got an $8 Monopalova and cran and proceeded to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.* 
I've learned over the years that I don't fit in with the "pretty people" of the world.  I tried for a long time and it just made me feel horrible about myself.  I'm not sure why because I really have nothing in-common with the types that frequent these type of places.  I give a shit about things other than how my blond highlights came out on my blond hair or which of the guys I'm seeing has the highest net worth and that's how I'll pick who I'm going to start getting serious with. 
I feel like it should be stated that I love Blondie.  I've had a shit ton of fun with her, she introduced me to pho and day drinking and strippers.  Okay so she didn't really introduce me to strippers but day drinking & strippers were something we always did together.  She is very much a pretty girl.  Not just because she's beautiful but I guess the term "every-girl" should be used here.  The terrorist has been trying to explain to me what exactly an every-girl is and I think I finally grasped the concept.  Thanks to Blondie.  Granted, I think she's an extreme case of the every-girl but she IS an every-girl. 
The awkward standing got moved outside to awkward sitting.  Blondie and I actually got a few seconds to talk in which she told me about how the guy she's seeing organized the shin dig for her along with taking her out to get her Nails & Hair did, taking her shopping and getting her some ridiculously over priced designer dress for the night with matching shoes.  It was a seriously deep discussion. 
She finished her cigarette and went inside with a group of friends that showed up.  I stayed outside, smoking and trying to find a graceful way to get the fuck out of there.  That's when Ireland started talking to me.  Ireland is this middle age-ish red haired, red faced dude.  I actually think he might have been younger than middle age but I'm pretty sure due to years of excessive drinking he's getting older (and redder) than his years.  He was a friend of Blondie's, we chatted for half a minute then his conversation continued with my tits.  Now, I know I have a great rack but how can anyone think that tit talking is acceptable?!?!   There are very very very few acceptations to this rule.  Guys... Tit talking is not cool.  Don't do it!!!  This was the final straw for me.  I decided I wasn't going to worry about being tactful.  I put half of my $8 drink down, went and gave Blondie a hug and told her I was peacin' out. 

I was on my way to the Terrorists and I decided to stop for a fountain coke.  Somehow I locked myself out of my car (probably because I was half stoned and talking to Nathan on the phone).  I hadn't replaced my key under my plate since the last time I got locked out.  So I was more or less fucked.  Luckily I was 2 blocks from the Terrorists house so I walked up there, got a coat hanger, and figured I'd try to jimmy the lock.  I've tried this a few times and have never been able to get it.  This time, was different.  I GOT IT!!   I was very proud of myself.
When I got back to the Terrorist's house he made me put my key back on my plate.  Now I know that if I get locked out again (haha, if, who the fuck am I kidding... WHEN I get locked out again) I will have two methods to get back in my car.  Very exciting.
But not as exciting as stair sex.
Like that little segue? 
Oh yeah, I got boned on the stairs!  I'm pretty sure at least one of his neighbors had to have seen my ass but that's okay.  It was some good sexin'. 
Complete with bite marks on the back of my hand from an attempt to keep myself quite. 
Classy.

Reefer and blogging about snotty bitches really did make me feel better.
Yay.  Fuck, I should go get ready for work. 
I don't want to go to work. 
I need to find another job.

*I would have pasted myself against a wall but there was no wall space anywhere near the party and though I seriously contemplated it I figured standing half way across the room by myself would probably just make me seem even more socially awkward.

Why does shit always change so quickly for me?

For as long as I can remember whenever things start to change in my life everything changes and it all happens in a flash.

I got home and Lesley's shit was half moved out today.  Her and the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet viewed an apartment yesterday and apparently they landlord is a friend of a friend of the bihganty and BAM... they got the place.

It's fucking insane.

It makes me sad though.  Hopefully everything will be better after pho on Saturday.  Hopefully.

When I got home, my first objective was to call my landlord.  Which I did and though I'm sure that he likes me I'm still a little bit nervous about stuff.  (Rental Apps, Credit/Criminal Checks and what not.)  Only time will tell though.  Second on the agenda was to get stoned. 
Apparently I haven't smoked in so long I fucking forgot where I put my stash.  I looked in three different places before I found it. 
Fuuuuuck!

I need to go shower.  A really long, long ass shower.  It's gonna be great.

I don't even know where to begin. 
Actually I don't feel as though I should even begin until I can talk to the T about stuff.
Hopefully that'll happen tonight or tomorrow night.

It's getting late.  Today is baby momma day, so we can't be late getting to the airport.

Lesley comes home next week.  I can't wait.  We need pho.

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!! 

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.

Disclaimer:  Though I’m not actually stoned at the moment (well not that much at least) I am in the process of becoming stoned and therefore my content matter and language will probably become a tad “colorful.”  Consider yourself warned.   

Common guys?!?!  Where’s the love???

I cannot, for the life of me, connect to any wireless networks.  I even went as far as walking around the apartment and checking signals everywhere.  The two main ones we connect to will let us connect to them but not to the Internet.  I don’t really know what that means.  Maybe they forgot to pay their comcast bill? 

I was home and out of my work clothes by 12.15a!!!   Awesome man! 

Tonight went by quick.  And fuck I peed a lot today.  Very rarely (actually never, so far) do I drink a lot of coffee at work, tonight being the exception.  Insane amounts of coffee have passed through me this evening.  Which is why I need to pee right now.

I wish Lesley was home.  I have this strange urge to go check out our neighborhood bars.  (There are 2 bars two or so blocks away.)  I’ve lived here for almost 3 months and I haven’t set foot in either of them.  Somehow, that’s wrong to me. 

She’s at a concert tonight, hopefully having shitloads of fun.  Beirut.  Some emo band.  Ugh.   We did pho today.  Had lots of fun.  I miss our pho dates.  We figured it out while at pho and it’s been like a week and a half to two weeks since we actually hung out.  The rest of our communication had been done via text, phone or either while rushing to get to work or just before passing out.  … I was going somewhere with this but the blood to THC ratio has gotten a little low so  unfortunately I can’t remember where exactly I was going.  Sorry.

I have to pee.

Called a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) tonight while I was on my break.  This friend has a job that requires them to telecommunicate with people who have medical questions.  This evening they took a call from a gentleman who had had some gastroenterological issues.  Unfortunately this dear man hadn’t had a bowel movement since Wednesday.  In and of itself this would be an unfavorable situation but when you combine it with the gentleman’s name, well I don’t think I’d bother calling for advice.  The man’s name?  Colon.   Mr. Colon’s last name is even worse.  Colon Glasscock.  Some parents are so cruel. 

I went pee.

(Lesley got home.  We chatted, she gave me food, I gave her cookies.  Awesome sandwich.  The show was good.  She shook the dudes hand.  “He’s sooo hot” was repeated a few times following the hand shaking story.  Talked some more about general stuff.  She went to bed. )

Something regarding pee.

As I was pulling out the power cord to Lesley’s laptop I realized that I still haven’t had sex on this couch.  Why is that?  The T and I have had an open date to change that but we just haven’t gotten to it.  That needs to change.  (Don’t ask me how the power cord thing make me think of couch fucking.)

In general I’m not one of those women who fret constantly about their weight.  I’m a big girl, I know this and for the most part, I’m okay with it.  I have nice tits because of it.  In fact I have no desire to be one of those super skinny types, they seem… breakable.  I don’t wanna be breakable.  Now that that is out there I feel its okay to say… I FIT INTO MY SKINNY JEANS!!!   Woot, woot!!!  Granted, they’re not the most comfortable pair of jeans I own at the moment but I was actually able to wear them out and not suffocate to death.  I haven’t fit into them since December or November-ish.  YAY SKINNY JEANS!!! 

Slacker, bitch, faghag, whore.

I got three fortunes today.  (I generally get multiple fortunes in fortune cookies... weird, but true.)  The three fortunes I got today all had to do with money.  It’s kind of weird. The fortunes…

·         Something on 4 wheels will soon be a fun investment for you!

·         The star of riches is shining on you this month.

·         Reaffirm your faith in financial plans – make a budget.

 Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell me something.  Perhaps to find a new job?

Actually I think I’m going to go do that.  FUCK.  I can’t get online.  This is frustrating!!

I wanna find a new job.  I don’t like my job.  Though my co-workers are pretty awesome (even the 19 year old supervisor) I’m sick of it.  Management is fucked.  Which I know is more or less the case everywhere but when I’m making minimum wage along with $40-$150 a night I can let a lot more roll off my back than when I’m making minimum wage plus $10-$20 a night.  Not to mention the fact that working at the airport just plain sucks.

Huh? What? Show me what you got!  Rub it against my thigh!

It’s cold in here.  I’m going to bed.

By the best friend. 
So she could get breakfast with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.

Fuck.  I so thought he was out of the picture but he's come back full force.  Douche bag.

I really really really wanted to yell at her.  Mainly because I was really looking forward to getting pho with her today but also because she ditched me for a boy.  Ho's before bro's!

I don't really have a right to bitch though.  It's my karma coming back to bite me in the ass.  I did it to Nathan when Chris and I were together, and I know how nice it is to hang out with a boy who makes you smile so I wont freak out on her, that and the fact that if I even yell a little she'll start beating herself up WAY to much. 

It worries me though.  Things seem to be great and dandy and fine when she's with him but when she's not she feels all yucky and insane and she can't function well when she's by herself.  She needs to learn how to do that.  And she needs to go back to her therapist. 

Side Note:  I by no means have any right to talk about my roommates "issues."  I am pretty fucked up in my own little way and the fact that I pretend to know what's best for her is laughable.  Having said that... everything IS a lot clearer from the outside looking in.  

I really need to put new contacts in.

I'll get on that tomorrow.. just as soon as I get home.

Before... PHO WITH LESLEY!!

Thats all.