3 posts tagged “stupid”

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. 

It's 230am. 
I should be asleep.

Disclaimer:  I love my roommate.  I by no means am the greatest roommate ever.  At the moment I feel the need to vent.  That's all this is... venting.

I could fucking kill her.
She knows that I have a week of FUCKING INSANELY EARLY shifts this week.
Yet she comes in at midnight, loud as all fuck, giggling and tee-heeing away. 
Now, I'm not sure if that fact that she was loud pissed me off or the fact that she has the boy I haven't given a nick name to yet with her.  I thought he was out of the picture.  I see nothing good with him in her future.  That is besides the point. I wont even focus on that.  (Well, I'll try not to.)
She was all giggly and loud and what not so I yell to her. 
She pop's her head and is still all giggly and loud which makes me think she's been drinking.
Now... I have no problem with drinking.  Drink until your liver fall's out your ass.  I don't fucking care.  (That's not true but I try to convince myself I don't care because I have a few alcoholic friends and not caring is easier than trying to convince them of what they already know.)  Anyway... my problem with Lesley drinking... she has a tendency to drive while drunk...which is just fucking insanely stupid. 
That might have something to do with why I'm pissed. 
Or it could be because when she woke me up at midnight I couldn't get back to sleep until like 130a.
My alarm went off at 2a.

Lesley, love, if you read this... I'm sure by the time you read this I'll be over it and it' mainly cause this is the "Megan's gonna be a cunt all week" week.  But if you want to bribe me to make me forget... I like pho.  :-) 

We never got pho yesterday.  Which could be a subconscious thing too.
Though I doubt it.
It could be.
I like to think I'm adult enough to realize that her mum is in town and that is more important than me getting pho.
I'm kind of shallow at times though.

I need to go shower and go to the job I'm pretty sure I'm going to fucking hate with every fiber of my being in about 2 months.

9am... I will be naping. 
Yay 9am!!

FUCK YOU FIREFOX!!!

I just had a nice long half entry and then decided to go take a shower because it was like 7pm and I hadn't showered yet.  I get back and fire fox crashed and isn't recalling any part of the post except the subject.

That's stupid!

I need to go shower.  I'll be back.

Ps.  I didn't shower before because I got a phone call from Katie and she needed to talk to someone so she didn't fall asleep on her drive home.

Pss.  I see the tags have been saved from the lost post...
They are:
disclaimer, laryngitis, stoned blogging, fiona, hearing in right ear. 

I'll paraphrase what I remember of the lost post....

I left a disclaimer because I was stoned and blogging, I had a dream I had laryngitis last night, and I think the hearing in my right ear might be coming back. 

That's basically what it said but it was WAY longer and WAY MORE detailed than that.