4 posts tagged “rambling”

I wish I could say that I'm handling this early morning thing well.
But I'm not, at all.
So much so that my brain is having a hard time attempting to form sentences right now.
It's a very yucky feeling.

I think I'm going to give myself an hour.
After an hour if I don;t feel more awake and alert, I'm going to strip naked and go jump in my neighbors koi pond.  That should help clear my head. 
Though it might not do much for my abrasive disposition.
Oh well, I don't think there are actual fish in there.

The Job.
Isn't bad.  Nothing like pulling espresso shots for 8 hours a day.  (Not that I would know because the most I've done it is 4 hours a day.)
My manager likes me.  I don't know what her normal caliber of employee is but they must tend to suck cause she seems really impressed with me.  Tomorrow I might be on the register.  Oooooh the register.  There's some exciting stuff. 

The Tips.
Not great.  But not bad.  I made around $10-$13 for 4 hours today.  Which isn't nearly as good as I'd make if I were serving but it's also better than nothing.  They have a weird way of doing tips but it seems to work for them and I get to leave with them daily so I wont complain.  The really odd bit is that instead of cashing there change out they just split the coins.  Which means the past two days I've gone home with $6-8 (or so) in change.

I haven't seen the Terrorist in a while, which kind of sucks.  I need my daily dose of terror.  (Okay that  was a pretty bad joke but at least I'm waking up enough to attempt humor.)  I hadn't heard from him for a few days.  Which is fairly unlike him to not alt least return a text, so I called to see if he was dead.  (I thought he was either dead or avoiding me.)  Apparently it was neither (phew, though I've heard some say the only good terrorist is a dead one, I just don't agree) he's been sick (yuck).  That made me feel bad because I called him VERY early yesterday morning kind of secretly hoping hi might wake up just a bit so he could let me in and I could crawl in bed with him and nap there.

I miss Lesley.
I know that's kind of an odd statement considering about 12 hours ago I was ready to smash her face through a window then cut her repeatedly with broken shards of glass... but what do you want I'm a bit moody!
I haven't actually hung out with her in a long time. 
Hopefully tomorrow we'll have time to do pho.
Hopefully.

Okay, I think I"m done rambling..
Now if I can not fall back asleep things'll be good.
I got home at 9.15a  Then attempted to play online then finally started to nap around 10.30a with the intention of getting up at noon.  Didn't happen..

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.

I want to fucking tear you apart!!

It's public Kudos Time! 
Yay!... public kudos time!

Today... the kudos go to a lot of people.  Why?  I'm not really sure, maybe it's because I'm happy and wanna share the love.  Maybe it's because I know a lot of awesome people.  Or maybe it's because I'm a dork for doing "Public Kudos" on my blog.

The first is to Lesley and the Terrorist.  For introducing me to Fiona.  The new love of my life.  She's fabulous!  Between the two of them they played her just enough for me to get hooked.  Then the Terrorist put some Fiona (and other stuff) on my mp3 player and it's FUCKING AWESOME!  She Want's revenge - Tear you apart.  Awesome awesome song.

Okay so there were more kudos than that but I'm baked and I've TOTALLY lost my train of thought so I'm just gonna end the Kudo portion of this entry and move on to the rambling.

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I love this song.
The Jeep Song.  The Dresden Dolls. 
Nate made me listen to it because every time I saw a Greenish Outback or Forester  or a cop car... I freaked.  Then I heard the song and laughed because it was pretty much my theme song.

Ahhh... Back to Fiona. 

I hung out with The Terrorist (aka Tall Boy) yesterday.  I met his kid which.... I don't know.  It was really cool.  When he mentioned it I was a bit surprised that he was asking then surprise moved to nervousness.  Why was I nervous to meet a kid when all kids pretty much love me?  No fucking idea... but I was.  And then there's always that... "I'm fucking your daddy" thing going on in the back of my head that I think kids can see cause they're such perceptive little buggers.  I had a great time though.  Little T (for lack of better nickname) is one heck of a smart 8 year old.  With a vocabulary that is probably just as good as mine.  (Not that mine is all that special but for an 8 year old I think it's pretty impressive.)  We all hung out, watch some Tv, played with some LEGO'S (I fucking love LEGO'S) ate dinner then Little T went to bed and Big T and I hung out for a bit longer.  Big T walked me downstairs as I was leaving which turned in to a nice make-out session then I left.

Now because I'm me and I share A LOT with my friends, Lesley and I got talking about this make-out session when she got home.  We've come to the conclusion that we like making out.  (Not together for all you pervs out there.)  Just in general.  It's fun.  And though I am I bit of a perverted type and do love sex, it's nice to make out once and awhile and not have it turn to sex.  At least not right off.  Granted... I say this now, but last night on the drive home I was singing a TOTALLY different tune.

I have 9mins left. 
I haven't really done anything online that I was supposed to. 
But then again I think I forgot everything I wanted to do.

I have two interviews. 
Monday and Tuesday.
Ones for a place in Tigard the other is for Paddy's downtown.

I need to clean.  My place is much messier than it was supposed to be.  Or something like that.
Cookies.  I want to make cookies.

My uterus hurts. 
It keeps starting to shed.  Then stops. 

FUCKING BLEED ALREADY!!

I need to pee. 

TA-DA!!!

I changed my blog around.  The Raven theme, though nice, was getting a bit old.  And I changed the way everything is organized and what not.  I like it.  I'm very happy with it.  Especially considering I was just playing around with it and it came out almost perfect.  Yep. I'm rambling.

Next week is Thanksgiving. 

How the fuck did that happen so damn fast?! 

Shawna, Steve and the girls are leaving for Florida on Saturday.  So for the next week I'm going to be working a boat load of hours at Pro.Com until they get back.  Yay!!  For the paycheck.  Boo!!  For the extra hours.  Oh well... it's an easy gig.