I'm almost positive I just called a customer and said, "This is Lacey wearing JC Penney's delivery service". I didn't even try to recover from that oops. I just rolled with it. I'll never see those people. They should just be happy that they got their time frame and their furniture is coming. That's what I say.
Bill told me that if I call him 'Jerome' in the heat of passion, I'll never see him again. I'm going to test this theory tonight after our hot date because that's just the most backwards reason I've ever heard to stop speaking to someone. But he's a little nutty in the skull. I think it's due to that crazy, moveable bump he has on the back of his head. If I touch it, he pretends to pass out. It entertains me for minutes on end.
As I've previously stated, I have a hot date tonight. Alright, maybe it's not hot but it's certainly cute. A cute date, if you will. We've rescheduled our dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe for tonight. He's paying so I'm eating! Sure, we have a half off coupon but that's not the point. We're going out somewhere different and I'm having a frosty and delicious cocktail to kick off my weekend. We're going to hit the Gap because we're devoted to Gap denim (let's hear it for the slim/skinny fit and their denim skirts) and then we're going to park somewhere down by the water and take it from there. And then of course, naked time (see above paragraph)!! No one is getting "icky" because we both have to work tomorrow and the day only gets longer form there.
The rumors are true...every year my family celebrates the hot dog and our annual Weiner Night takes place tomorrow. My dad boils my hot dogs because I'm a precious pooch. I wish my day stopped there because I always drag after Saturday shifts and I have no time to drag because I have no clean knickers! Laundry is a MUST! And then, of course because it's Saturday, I have a Pussyfoot show at the Beachland. It's a Capgun Cowboy's reunion show so I know I'll hear "My One Desire" and Bob's Country Bunker is playing and they're always alot of fun. So WHY am I NOT excited?! Why am I looking at this show like a burden?! Why do I have my grumpy-puss on?!
I think I'm just burnt out. We had 3 shows this month and it was a lot of work just to get people together to practice. Then there's set lists and music preparation and costumes and a photo shoot. I'm tired of the grunt work. Do I have my shoes? My clothes? My tights? How should I do my hair? How does this song go again? Shoot I forget this! I need another drink! I'm going to be late! And so on and so forth. I'm tired of a majority of our songs, I'm not sure I have enough creativity left to contribute anything to new songs, I want new merchandise, I want to get into new venues or at LEAST somewhere other than the SAME one we ALWAYS go to. GRRRRR!!!
People think this is just goofball fun (and it's some of the MOST fun I've had in my life) but it's a lot of work. A lot of planning, a lot of compromising, a lot of collaboration. Some things need to happen to spice up the set and I don't think that can happen until there's a teeny weenie break for my brain...and some of the other girls are in my sinking boat, I think. I don't want to officially become Sucky Sourpuss, you know? I'm just going to put my best paw forward and be happy when we're done with our set and I can kick back. I wish Becky would be tehre to ease my brain. I'd dance my pants off for her but alas, we're two ships passing in the night...or so Barry Manilow says.
I'll be seriously kicking back on Sunday at HIBACHI!!! We're going to celebrate my little Jenny Penny's birthday and nothing calms my nerves like friends, fun, and ginger.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
I am not going to let the fact that I have a sore throat and an earache bring me down. I'm not going to be disappointed that all my yummy chicken from Champps is gone. I'm not even going to get irritated over the fact that my fella barely said two peeps to me before we hit the sack last night (he's also rocking an earache). My charlie horse isn't even beating me. Do you want to know why I've decided to put on a happy face? You bet you do!
Jamie McMurray is paying himself in Talladega Nights!!! Weeeeeeeeeeee!
Jamie McMurray is paying himself in Talladega Nights!!! Weeeeeeeeeeee!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I hollered, "Lordy Lordy, have a mercy on me".
I hate stress and I am ultimately stressed out. As I texted Johnny last night, "My life is really not turning out the way I planned". I'm stressed about my work life. I'm stressed about my home life. And of course, I'm stresed about money, or the gigantic lack of it that is currently hanging over my head. Right now, my stomach is pretty much alternating between growling and being in knots. I hate having a knotty stomach, especially since I have knots in my back from sleeping on the couch (I left the bed in a fit of rage after being treated like a sucker for the one millionth time this week...I'm beginning to believe that I AM a sucker). My moods are all over the damn place like ants on cookie crumbs these days.
Saturday was the dragway show and we camped in what resembled swamp lands. I had a nice ring around my ankles that separated cleanliness from muck. My parents enjoyed the Pussyfoot Girls though I was informed that I drink too much, and I probably do. I'm getting sick of a lot of our material and I'll be happy to have a break after our show with the Cap Gun Cowboys and Bob's Country Bunker this weekend. Regardless, Saturday was good...until my fella got toasted and basically made himself out to be a raving assface in front of my friends AND strangers. He doesn't remember how badly he behaved and everyone accepted our apologies (thank GOD) but I still feel...a little humiliated. Everyone gets drunk and does retarded things. We've all been there. It happens. I just really didn't need it to happen during a weekend I was looking forward to and wanted to enjoy.
I decided to let it roll off my back and we spent the entire Sunday in bed. We ate ribs, watched the race, napped. I was a complete and total bum and that was fine by me. After sleeping on the cold, hard ground with a chip on my shoulder, it felt amazing to be in the cushy bed, drafting my platypus (he's morphed from being my marshmallow to being my platypus...not sure how that happened). We have a hot dinner date at the Hard Rock tomorrow night. AND we made plans to go do something together, just the two of us, for a weekend before the summer is over which made me feel all warm and gooshy inside. But the gooshiness didn't last. And WHY didn't it last? BECAUSE OF ALCOHOL! Hence why I ended up on the couch and am currently having an awkward day at work. Yes, I forgave. Yes, I'm sure I'll forget. But right now...I'm salty. I have sand in my vagina. And I'm sad.
Dinner and a movie with Johnny will probably help occupy my mind a bit.
Saturday was the dragway show and we camped in what resembled swamp lands. I had a nice ring around my ankles that separated cleanliness from muck. My parents enjoyed the Pussyfoot Girls though I was informed that I drink too much, and I probably do. I'm getting sick of a lot of our material and I'll be happy to have a break after our show with the Cap Gun Cowboys and Bob's Country Bunker this weekend. Regardless, Saturday was good...until my fella got toasted and basically made himself out to be a raving assface in front of my friends AND strangers. He doesn't remember how badly he behaved and everyone accepted our apologies (thank GOD) but I still feel...a little humiliated. Everyone gets drunk and does retarded things. We've all been there. It happens. I just really didn't need it to happen during a weekend I was looking forward to and wanted to enjoy.
I decided to let it roll off my back and we spent the entire Sunday in bed. We ate ribs, watched the race, napped. I was a complete and total bum and that was fine by me. After sleeping on the cold, hard ground with a chip on my shoulder, it felt amazing to be in the cushy bed, drafting my platypus (he's morphed from being my marshmallow to being my platypus...not sure how that happened). We have a hot dinner date at the Hard Rock tomorrow night. AND we made plans to go do something together, just the two of us, for a weekend before the summer is over which made me feel all warm and gooshy inside. But the gooshiness didn't last. And WHY didn't it last? BECAUSE OF ALCOHOL! Hence why I ended up on the couch and am currently having an awkward day at work. Yes, I forgave. Yes, I'm sure I'll forget. But right now...I'm salty. I have sand in my vagina. And I'm sad.
Dinner and a movie with Johnny will probably help occupy my mind a bit.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
All right, I promise, no more after this.
I hope I never get "the gout". No one is taking booze-n-salt away from me!
Ready for a really boring rant? Work is slow. Slow, slow, slow, slow. I feel like worms are eating my brains. Actually, that particular image is sort of making me feel squirmy in the tummy. I don't like worms, even for fishing. They are one of the few things that genuinely freak me out from head to toe. My ex-husband once offered to eat a worm while we were gardening together. Yes, we gardened together and grew 8,000 tomatos. Regardless, I hate worms so let's just say I feel more like a fuzzy blanket of mold is growing on my brain. I need a nap or something to do to occupy some of my time here. I am not very good at trying to look busy and everyone knows I'm NOT busy because work is sloooooow. Boo.
Poison was a rockin' good time last night. I got all kinds of hugged and kissed and held during "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" as well as during "I Won't Forget You". They played nothing but hits so I was nothing but jazzed. I even made a phone call to Texas during "Talk Dirty To Me". I can still see Lisa rolling around on her living room floor suggesting a leap-frog maneuver if we chose that jam to be a Pussyfoot song. It was really rad of Jen to share her tickets with me and William. It gave us something to do besides beer bongs and keg stands. Really...do we look like a frat boy and sorority girl to you? We're a hillbilly and common trash for cryin' out loud!
So the night was a success and hopefully that will carry over into the big weekend we have planned. I suspect tomorrow night will include beer. Maybe shopping. Maybe painting. Who knows? I could end up on my couch watching season one of American Dreams in my pajamas. And I wouldn't totally flip my lid if that's what I wound up doing. It's pay day so I can stock my fridge and I could use some rest before my big Saturday. Pussyfoot Girls are playing the Rock-n-Race at historic Dragway 42 in West Salem, as I've previously rambled about. I have to be up and groomed pretty early (after I hit a doctor's appointment...blech), pick up Bill, get to Carol's, load up, and hit the road in time to check out the vendors, swap meet, racing, and enjoy a few bevvies before strutin' my stuff. It's BYOB and we're camping out after so something tells me it's going to be a full night of a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I'm tired just thinking about it.
And of course, I have to finish the 48 that haunts my dreams on Sunday.
Sheeeeesh. Am I some kind of machine?
Ready for a really boring rant? Work is slow. Slow, slow, slow, slow. I feel like worms are eating my brains. Actually, that particular image is sort of making me feel squirmy in the tummy. I don't like worms, even for fishing. They are one of the few things that genuinely freak me out from head to toe. My ex-husband once offered to eat a worm while we were gardening together. Yes, we gardened together and grew 8,000 tomatos. Regardless, I hate worms so let's just say I feel more like a fuzzy blanket of mold is growing on my brain. I need a nap or something to do to occupy some of my time here. I am not very good at trying to look busy and everyone knows I'm NOT busy because work is sloooooow. Boo.
Poison was a rockin' good time last night. I got all kinds of hugged and kissed and held during "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" as well as during "I Won't Forget You". They played nothing but hits so I was nothing but jazzed. I even made a phone call to Texas during "Talk Dirty To Me". I can still see Lisa rolling around on her living room floor suggesting a leap-frog maneuver if we chose that jam to be a Pussyfoot song. It was really rad of Jen to share her tickets with me and William. It gave us something to do besides beer bongs and keg stands. Really...do we look like a frat boy and sorority girl to you? We're a hillbilly and common trash for cryin' out loud!
So the night was a success and hopefully that will carry over into the big weekend we have planned. I suspect tomorrow night will include beer. Maybe shopping. Maybe painting. Who knows? I could end up on my couch watching season one of American Dreams in my pajamas. And I wouldn't totally flip my lid if that's what I wound up doing. It's pay day so I can stock my fridge and I could use some rest before my big Saturday. Pussyfoot Girls are playing the Rock-n-Race at historic Dragway 42 in West Salem, as I've previously rambled about. I have to be up and groomed pretty early (after I hit a doctor's appointment...blech), pick up Bill, get to Carol's, load up, and hit the road in time to check out the vendors, swap meet, racing, and enjoy a few bevvies before strutin' my stuff. It's BYOB and we're camping out after so something tells me it's going to be a full night of a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I'm tired just thinking about it.
And of course, I have to finish the 48 that haunts my dreams on Sunday.
Sheeeeesh. Am I some kind of machine?
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
And this last mile I travel with you .
Thanks to my foxy little sister's hot connections, I will so be seeing POISON tomorrow night! I haven't been to Blossom in forever but I'll make the trek with my free ticket and VIP bar area bracelet to relive my youth. I think I covered all the Poison Bad Boy bases. I started at CC (that frosty white hair, those pink lips), migrated to Rikki (I'm not sure why...he sort of looked like Matt Hockey, my school-girl crush), had a short layover with Bret (everyone did, Damn pretty boy), and now I'm all about Bobbi (best looking in his old age). Their big hair days have gone to the dogs but I'll be happy enough to stretch out on the lawn and have a cocktail with my bald buddy since Jen was kind enough to give 2 of her tickets to us...I wonder if this is a double date? Hubba hubba. I hope Bill holds my hand when they play "Every Rose Has It's Thorn". *insert cookie-tossing noise here*
Speaking of cookie-tossing, Jenny Penny came to work today for a hot, afternoon lunch date with my and Bill. We went to the white trash buffet and I ate as many mashed potatos as I possibly could. It was fun to spend time with my two favorite people without an alcohol in our systems. I regret not having the blueberry pie. Next time.
So I started my big summer art project yesterday: painting Jimmie Johnson's 48 on Bill's garage door. I'm not doing it because I like Jimmie Johnson. Hell no! I'm a Jamie McMurray girl at heart (thought I have been cheating on him with Tony Stewart as of late). I'm doing it because he's been so excited about it...like a little kid. After I spent forever taping it off just right, I let him paint the black outline. I was happier than I've been in a long time. Painting puts me in my element and watching him help and be excited about it...made my heart pump some good, goopy, warm blood. He made us some burgers and chops and we had a romantic little dinner for two in the yard. I had a nice, long shower and an even nicer, long sleep. Remember when I said that I needed to be invited back into the bed before I felt better about bad times? Well, staying in the bed ona regular basis also helps prevent bad times. It's a preventative medicine, if you will.
And now the rumor is that Bill may be attending my very important Pussyfoot Girls show at Historic Dragway 42 on Saturday! I promised him that would make me steadily happy for the next 6 weeks! And it will. You all should come out and make me steadily happy. It's the least you can do!
ROCK-n-RACE
featuring:
Ace Brown and His Hell Divers
The Pussyfoot Girls
Slack-Jawed Yokels
Lords of the Highway
Twistin' Tarantulas
Dragway 42 has a concession stand with great homemade food and beverages. There are no beer or alcohol sales at the track but you are welcome to bring your own cooler of beverages provided there are no glass bottles. There is zero tolerance for drinking and racing. If you are seen drinking beer or alcohol you will not be allowed to race! Period. Save the beer for when you are done racing.
Dragway 42 is offering free camping for the event. Bring your tent or camper and stay the night. You can race all day Sunday too. The Super 8 Motel in Seville Ohio is also offering a great room rate for the event.
We have lots planned; drag racing, car show, pinstripers, great vendors, live bands plus a couple of other surprises that are just gonna knock your socks off. Please come on out and have some fun. This is the one show you do not want to miss!
Show Times
8am-10am Swap & Vendor set up
10am Gates open
11am-3pm Racing test & tune/time trials
3pm Racing starts (2 classes slick tire & street tire)
The bands will start after the race about 6pm
Cruise-in all day!
Show Prices
ALL PRICES INCLUDE ADMISSION TO THE CAR SHOW, DRAG RACE, SWAP & VENDOR AREA PLUS THE CONCERT WITH 3 LIVE BANDS.
$10 General admission
$15 Street tire racing (includes general admission)
$30 Slick tire racing (includes general admission)
$10 Cruiser admission (dash plaques for the first 100 cars)
Speaking of cookie-tossing, Jenny Penny came to work today for a hot, afternoon lunch date with my and Bill. We went to the white trash buffet and I ate as many mashed potatos as I possibly could. It was fun to spend time with my two favorite people without an alcohol in our systems. I regret not having the blueberry pie. Next time.
So I started my big summer art project yesterday: painting Jimmie Johnson's 48 on Bill's garage door. I'm not doing it because I like Jimmie Johnson. Hell no! I'm a Jamie McMurray girl at heart (thought I have been cheating on him with Tony Stewart as of late). I'm doing it because he's been so excited about it...like a little kid. After I spent forever taping it off just right, I let him paint the black outline. I was happier than I've been in a long time. Painting puts me in my element and watching him help and be excited about it...made my heart pump some good, goopy, warm blood. He made us some burgers and chops and we had a romantic little dinner for two in the yard. I had a nice, long shower and an even nicer, long sleep. Remember when I said that I needed to be invited back into the bed before I felt better about bad times? Well, staying in the bed ona regular basis also helps prevent bad times. It's a preventative medicine, if you will.
And now the rumor is that Bill may be attending my very important Pussyfoot Girls show at Historic Dragway 42 on Saturday! I promised him that would make me steadily happy for the next 6 weeks! And it will. You all should come out and make me steadily happy. It's the least you can do!
ROCK-n-RACE
featuring:
Ace Brown and His Hell Divers
The Pussyfoot Girls
Slack-Jawed Yokels
Lords of the Highway
Twistin' Tarantulas
Dragway 42 has a concession stand with great homemade food and beverages. There are no beer or alcohol sales at the track but you are welcome to bring your own cooler of beverages provided there are no glass bottles. There is zero tolerance for drinking and racing. If you are seen drinking beer or alcohol you will not be allowed to race! Period. Save the beer for when you are done racing.
Dragway 42 is offering free camping for the event. Bring your tent or camper and stay the night. You can race all day Sunday too. The Super 8 Motel in Seville Ohio is also offering a great room rate for the event.
We have lots planned; drag racing, car show, pinstripers, great vendors, live bands plus a couple of other surprises that are just gonna knock your socks off. Please come on out and have some fun. This is the one show you do not want to miss!
Show Times
8am-10am Swap & Vendor set up
10am Gates open
11am-3pm Racing test & tune/time trials
3pm Racing starts (2 classes slick tire & street tire)
The bands will start after the race about 6pm
Cruise-in all day!
Show Prices
ALL PRICES INCLUDE ADMISSION TO THE CAR SHOW, DRAG RACE, SWAP & VENDOR AREA PLUS THE CONCERT WITH 3 LIVE BANDS.
$10 General admission
$15 Street tire racing (includes general admission)
$30 Slick tire racing (includes general admission)
$10 Cruiser admission (dash plaques for the first 100 cars)
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I just might stop to check you out.
The last few days have been rough. I've been feeling rough. I've been treated rough. It's hard to feel physically bad and then have poor emotions heaped on top of it. I guess the bottom line, and this is a sorry bottom line, is that you really can't trust anyone but yourself. You can't expect anyone to give you comfort or take care of you when you're in need because when they don't live up to your expectations, you're sunk. Still, I don't think I should have been passed up when I REALLY needed someone just so they could go out and get wasted like an idiot. Especially the day before moving day.
Which was a success. It's like she's been living here for years.
We had an impromptu par-tay which was sort of...odd. Lots of rap music and bumping-n-grinding. My fella was there, 3 dudes we work with, The Shoes, my new roomie, her honey, a new friend, and my oldest friend. It was noisey. It was smokey. And it was a little dirty, to be honest. I got lots of drunken affection (I did feed my man, after all) which I needed. I didn't even care that it was the drunken variety. I smelled good. I looked cute. Hugs, kisses, fondling. It was a good time. I was upset before it all began because of the past few rotten days I had, but I declared that all I wanted to do was have fun and that's what I did. Even when Bill crossed his limit and went from "fun drunk" to "I-don't-care-about-anything drunk", I still let things flow. We went to bed and had a good drafting session.
I never feel like a fight or odd period between us has been resolved until I'm back in the bed and drafting. Sure, it was my bed for the first time in MONTHS (that's my choice though...I prefer his bed and his home...I think my life is too cluttered for him) but we were like snakes all night. There was an entertaining moment where Bill couldn't find the bathroom because he thought we were at HIS house and walked into Jen and Tom's room eventhougth the bathroom door was open and light was ON as I anticipated late night drunk behavior. And he also couldn't go to sleep until I played "Blister In the Sun" for him. He was freaking over it!
So though I'm still carrying around this tiny bit of weirdness in my chest over situations that have developed this week...things are repairing. We will be eating pizza and watching the race today (and I have to paint a Jimmie Johnson 48 on a garage door...I've been promising forever). I like when he makes plans for "we".
I've been slacking this July but I plan to kick it into gear,
Which was a success. It's like she's been living here for years.
We had an impromptu par-tay which was sort of...odd. Lots of rap music and bumping-n-grinding. My fella was there, 3 dudes we work with, The Shoes, my new roomie, her honey, a new friend, and my oldest friend. It was noisey. It was smokey. And it was a little dirty, to be honest. I got lots of drunken affection (I did feed my man, after all) which I needed. I didn't even care that it was the drunken variety. I smelled good. I looked cute. Hugs, kisses, fondling. It was a good time. I was upset before it all began because of the past few rotten days I had, but I declared that all I wanted to do was have fun and that's what I did. Even when Bill crossed his limit and went from "fun drunk" to "I-don't-care-about-anything drunk", I still let things flow. We went to bed and had a good drafting session.
I never feel like a fight or odd period between us has been resolved until I'm back in the bed and drafting. Sure, it was my bed for the first time in MONTHS (that's my choice though...I prefer his bed and his home...I think my life is too cluttered for him) but we were like snakes all night. There was an entertaining moment where Bill couldn't find the bathroom because he thought we were at HIS house and walked into Jen and Tom's room eventhougth the bathroom door was open and light was ON as I anticipated late night drunk behavior. And he also couldn't go to sleep until I played "Blister In the Sun" for him. He was freaking over it!
So though I'm still carrying around this tiny bit of weirdness in my chest over situations that have developed this week...things are repairing. We will be eating pizza and watching the race today (and I have to paint a Jimmie Johnson 48 on a garage door...I've been promising forever). I like when he makes plans for "we".
I've been slacking this July but I plan to kick it into gear,
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
A friend indeed is exactly what I need.
The only thing I've ever wanted in my life is for Ben and Lisa to come ot my Slumber Party Massacre next month. And tight pants. And big hair. And a dragon.
I love the fact that my little sister (sure, I adopted her but she might as well be my flesh-n-blood) is turning 20 years old in a few weeks and she still has 3 baby teeth! All of her teeth are itty bitty but these are the itty bittiest ones. The runts of the litter. It sort of fascinates me in a sick and twisted way that something so absurd is going on in her mouth. But I've always been obsessed with the dental end of the facial spectrum. My fella claims he has a "cyclops tooth" and I spend too much time gazing at it longingly. But this is about Jenny Penny. Why haven't those teeth fallen out, I wonder? Maybe they just love her so much that they won't move out. I wouldn't move out if I was one of her teeth. I once read a book in my dentist's office about teeth looking for a smile. The ended up finding a toothless old lady and settling in her gums so they could help her eat pie. Who doesn't love pie? But speaking of moving out...which I mentioned a million lines back...
Jen's moving in on Saturday. Prepare for all Hell to break loose!
3 days later and I'm finally starting to NOT feel like I've been run over by 10 angry horses being chased by 20 gnarly wolves. My body took a beating at the Pussyfoot Girls' Leroy Thompson show. Don't get me wrong, the show was an utter success as far as dancing girls who have access to an open bar go. We didn't drop our knives during the knife dance and though there was the ILLUSION that I cut Jen, I didn't. I accidentally touched her jug with the flat side of the blade. The crowd roared and held their breath in suspense but everyone lived through the night. I left Mentor and all my long distance friends...Sasquatch Dave, Hucklebuck Ted, Cleveland Pete... to have a backyard fire with my fella which was all sorts of confusing since his mouth wouldn't stop and I listened to the same country compilation 4 times in a row. There were tears...but there was also...something. I can't talk about it. I'm keeping this one to myself. It was...something.
Been spending a lot of time with the fella and his offpring which is getting tricky. I'm bonding, or so I think. I have fun with those runts. But I'm still not "the girlfriend". Sure, I sleep there every night and we're looked at as a couple by everyone we know but I am technically disposable. Any minute, he could flip his wig (if he HAD a wig) and want to date every chick under the sun. I don't think that's going to happen...I think he's just being careful. If he's not ready to commit (the dreaded 'C' word), it's better that he's honest with me. My heart can't take much more abuse, you know? It deserves a gentle massage...and it's been getting just that, which scares me. I AM commited. There would be Hurricane Katrina-like devastation if I became marshmallow-less. And let's not forget the mini-marshmallows.
Everyone knows I'm his girlfriend. I just need to get him on-board with that.
Things are still rocky with someone in my life. There was a verbal brawl of sorts on Friday that I believe was totally uncalled for. Sadly, I don't feel as close to this person as I used to and that's a damn shame. Maybe things will change in the future. Who knows? When you go from actually hanging out and making plans with someone to barely remembering what fun you had together...it's rotten. I don't want to end up acquaintences but...hmmm. We shared pancakes today and as everyone knows, that's the official breakfest food of workplace peace. So at least we won't be trying to gouge each others eyeballs out with sticks that have been peed on by dogs. Not today anyway.
I love the fact that my little sister (sure, I adopted her but she might as well be my flesh-n-blood) is turning 20 years old in a few weeks and she still has 3 baby teeth! All of her teeth are itty bitty but these are the itty bittiest ones. The runts of the litter. It sort of fascinates me in a sick and twisted way that something so absurd is going on in her mouth. But I've always been obsessed with the dental end of the facial spectrum. My fella claims he has a "cyclops tooth" and I spend too much time gazing at it longingly. But this is about Jenny Penny. Why haven't those teeth fallen out, I wonder? Maybe they just love her so much that they won't move out. I wouldn't move out if I was one of her teeth. I once read a book in my dentist's office about teeth looking for a smile. The ended up finding a toothless old lady and settling in her gums so they could help her eat pie. Who doesn't love pie? But speaking of moving out...which I mentioned a million lines back...
Jen's moving in on Saturday. Prepare for all Hell to break loose!
3 days later and I'm finally starting to NOT feel like I've been run over by 10 angry horses being chased by 20 gnarly wolves. My body took a beating at the Pussyfoot Girls' Leroy Thompson show. Don't get me wrong, the show was an utter success as far as dancing girls who have access to an open bar go. We didn't drop our knives during the knife dance and though there was the ILLUSION that I cut Jen, I didn't. I accidentally touched her jug with the flat side of the blade. The crowd roared and held their breath in suspense but everyone lived through the night. I left Mentor and all my long distance friends...Sasquatch Dave, Hucklebuck Ted, Cleveland Pete... to have a backyard fire with my fella which was all sorts of confusing since his mouth wouldn't stop and I listened to the same country compilation 4 times in a row. There were tears...but there was also...something. I can't talk about it. I'm keeping this one to myself. It was...something.
Been spending a lot of time with the fella and his offpring which is getting tricky. I'm bonding, or so I think. I have fun with those runts. But I'm still not "the girlfriend". Sure, I sleep there every night and we're looked at as a couple by everyone we know but I am technically disposable. Any minute, he could flip his wig (if he HAD a wig) and want to date every chick under the sun. I don't think that's going to happen...I think he's just being careful. If he's not ready to commit (the dreaded 'C' word), it's better that he's honest with me. My heart can't take much more abuse, you know? It deserves a gentle massage...and it's been getting just that, which scares me. I AM commited. There would be Hurricane Katrina-like devastation if I became marshmallow-less. And let's not forget the mini-marshmallows.
Everyone knows I'm his girlfriend. I just need to get him on-board with that.
Things are still rocky with someone in my life. There was a verbal brawl of sorts on Friday that I believe was totally uncalled for. Sadly, I don't feel as close to this person as I used to and that's a damn shame. Maybe things will change in the future. Who knows? When you go from actually hanging out and making plans with someone to barely remembering what fun you had together...it's rotten. I don't want to end up acquaintences but...hmmm. We shared pancakes today and as everyone knows, that's the official breakfest food of workplace peace. So at least we won't be trying to gouge each others eyeballs out with sticks that have been peed on by dogs. Not today anyway.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Then you'll miss me, won't you?
There's nothing better than having your vacation start with a life-altering event. Yes, ladies and germs, I saw both Huey Lewis and the News AND Chicago, live and in my face. I just want to run my hands through Huey's luscious hair. I have no need to know if the rumors about him are true. I just need to know what it feels like to hold on to that hair! He played all the hits outside of "Stuck With You" and "If This Is It". I was overly satisfied to the point of being gassy. And while Chicago is a little too 10-minute brass solo/interlude dependant, they played "If You Leave Me Now" and that's all that matters. I bought a $30 t-shirt instead of 5 beers. I was drunk with joy just being there. And Tessa was a wonderful date, even if she didn't put out.
And then it was off to Heavy Rebel at 5am.
What can I say about Heavy Rebel that you don't already know, considering I travelled with a majority of you thugs? We had 5+ hotel rooms worth of hooligan pals running amuck in the warmth of Winston-Salem. We ruled the school. While it tended to be a more low-key Heavy Rebel, I think I had the best time. I saw bands I love, rocked the HELL out, drank beer, ordered room service, slept in, maxed-n-relaxed with all the Ol' Kentucky Sharks, recieved much welcomed and heart-pumping phone calls from the home front, danced, bought stickers for my future new mobile, saw pals from around the states...and I even farted on a girl in someone else's honor. Juvenile YET hilarious. Vacation produces a lot of excess gas. I didn't swim. I didn't see Red Hot Poker Dots. I didn't order dessert. I didn't get a lap dance from Lisa. But regardless, life was good at Heavy Rebel 2006. You should have seen how happy Deacon from the Brimstones and I were.
But life didn't calm down once I returned on Monday.
I had to interupt to say that my fella just walked into my cubicle with a vanilla Snack Pack in hand and said, "Want some pudding, Pudding?". While insanely gay, I thought it was terribly sweet. And yes, I did in fact want some pudding. I am enjoying it now as I type. YUM! He's my hero and he knows it.
So I get back in town and hauled ass to my home away from home after actually being AWAY from my home. Gave the cats a quick pet and was on my way to that big, cushy bed in Garfield where my marshmallow lives. We missed each other. It was good to get big hugs. He took me to dinner and we had beers around a backyard fire with friends. We were tipsy and goofy and smoochie. The best feeling was telling him that I would paint a giant 48 on his garage door and seeing how happy it made him. Making him happy really rocks my socks off...and then my socks got rocked off and I slept like a baby. A baby sleeping on a giant marshmallow!
The holiday was utterly berzerk! I didn't stop for even a second! I was like Speed Racer! Speed Racer on Meth, perhaps! Got up, got out of dodge (and I didn't want to get out...I was blissful), went to a family function, had PFG practice, went to a fella family function where I went Vodka nutty (Mandarine, Raspberry, and good, ol' regular), and went back to the bed. It was hard to get up yesterday. It's not good to drink your weight in alcohol when you have to go back to work after vacation. I felt ultimately pretty nasty and beat. I wrapped yesterday up with pizza, a chick flick, and some serious drafting. I feel like a million bucks.
But I need a vacation from my vacation.
If you're anyone important, you'll be at Leroy Thompson Choppers this Saturday, July 8th for the 3rd Annual Rockabilly Deluxe! Your $10 admission grants you the right to feast your eyes on 1988, Slack-Jawed Yokels, Legendary Hucklebucks, THE PUSSYFOOT GIRLS, Lords of the Highway, and Sasquatch and the Sick-a-Billys, in that order. Plus, bikes and beer. What more could you want? 8685 Twinbrook Rd. Mentor, OH 44060. Any questions? Don't bug me! Bug them! 440-266-1635.
And then it was off to Heavy Rebel at 5am.
What can I say about Heavy Rebel that you don't already know, considering I travelled with a majority of you thugs? We had 5+ hotel rooms worth of hooligan pals running amuck in the warmth of Winston-Salem. We ruled the school. While it tended to be a more low-key Heavy Rebel, I think I had the best time. I saw bands I love, rocked the HELL out, drank beer, ordered room service, slept in, maxed-n-relaxed with all the Ol' Kentucky Sharks, recieved much welcomed and heart-pumping phone calls from the home front, danced, bought stickers for my future new mobile, saw pals from around the states...and I even farted on a girl in someone else's honor. Juvenile YET hilarious. Vacation produces a lot of excess gas. I didn't swim. I didn't see Red Hot Poker Dots. I didn't order dessert. I didn't get a lap dance from Lisa. But regardless, life was good at Heavy Rebel 2006. You should have seen how happy Deacon from the Brimstones and I were.
But life didn't calm down once I returned on Monday.
I had to interupt to say that my fella just walked into my cubicle with a vanilla Snack Pack in hand and said, "Want some pudding, Pudding?". While insanely gay, I thought it was terribly sweet. And yes, I did in fact want some pudding. I am enjoying it now as I type. YUM! He's my hero and he knows it.
So I get back in town and hauled ass to my home away from home after actually being AWAY from my home. Gave the cats a quick pet and was on my way to that big, cushy bed in Garfield where my marshmallow lives. We missed each other. It was good to get big hugs. He took me to dinner and we had beers around a backyard fire with friends. We were tipsy and goofy and smoochie. The best feeling was telling him that I would paint a giant 48 on his garage door and seeing how happy it made him. Making him happy really rocks my socks off...and then my socks got rocked off and I slept like a baby. A baby sleeping on a giant marshmallow!
The holiday was utterly berzerk! I didn't stop for even a second! I was like Speed Racer! Speed Racer on Meth, perhaps! Got up, got out of dodge (and I didn't want to get out...I was blissful), went to a family function, had PFG practice, went to a fella family function where I went Vodka nutty (Mandarine, Raspberry, and good, ol' regular), and went back to the bed. It was hard to get up yesterday. It's not good to drink your weight in alcohol when you have to go back to work after vacation. I felt ultimately pretty nasty and beat. I wrapped yesterday up with pizza, a chick flick, and some serious drafting. I feel like a million bucks.
But I need a vacation from my vacation.
If you're anyone important, you'll be at Leroy Thompson Choppers this Saturday, July 8th for the 3rd Annual Rockabilly Deluxe! Your $10 admission grants you the right to feast your eyes on 1988, Slack-Jawed Yokels, Legendary Hucklebucks, THE PUSSYFOOT GIRLS, Lords of the Highway, and Sasquatch and the Sick-a-Billys, in that order. Plus, bikes and beer. What more could you want? 8685 Twinbrook Rd. Mentor, OH 44060. Any questions? Don't bug me! Bug them! 440-266-1635.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
No one can stop us. Nothing is in the way
The knife dance is done and hot! Hot like a lobster that's been boiling in a pot and screaming it's little, red, beaked head off in that horrific screeching manner. And not only did neither of the O'Shannahan sister lose an eye or a digit or any skin at all, we didn't even DROP the knives! NOT ONCE! I did slice part of my table open but that was better than making Jen bleed, you know? And wood doesn't whine so much when you impale it.
Tomorrow night, I am going to bare witness to two more points on the 5-pointed Star of Easy Listening: Huey Lewis & the News and Chicago! How excited am I??? Why, I am more excited than a starving woman who's being served a lobster that's been boiling in a pot and screaming it's little, red, beaked head off in that horrific screeching manner. And that lobster is covered in butter and served with an icy cold frosty beverage. And bread! Because who doesn't like bread with their dinner? Communists, that's who. Regardless...
Tessa is my date for the evening and I'm pretty jazzed about that. We're both geeky easy listening fans and I can pretty much guarantee we'll be the hottest chicks on the farm. There's no one I'd rather share this evening with because she will sing and she will get excited and she will be excited FOR ME when I get excited and she probably won't even get embarrassed if I wet my pants or cry. She's cool like that. It was worth the money to celebrate her birthday this way and it will go down in history as one of the moments where I was blissful. I feel like I should bring some dried mangos. I'll get right on that!
Ideal HUEY LEWIS AND THE NEWS set list:
Heart of Rock-n-Roll
If This Is It
Power of Love
Stuck With You
Workin' For a Livin'
Heart and Soul
Doin' It All For My Baby
I Want a New Drug
Ideal CHICAGO set list:
Inspiration
Hard To Say I'm Sorry
Stay the Night
Along Comes a Woman
Look Away
Will You Still Love Me?
Hard Habit To Break
Love Me Tomorrow
If You Leave Me Now
What Kind of Man I Be?
P.S. Little Jenny Penny will be the occupant of the blue cowboy room at the Ol' Kentucky Shark Corral. She's not paying as much as Phoebe did but I know I can live with her, I'll take what money I can get, she'll CLEAN, she'll be good to the cats, she'll take care of me when I'm sick, and her boyfriend rocks. So for the time being, things are gravy. Belt is still going to be tight but there's gravy involved now.
Tomorrow night, I am going to bare witness to two more points on the 5-pointed Star of Easy Listening: Huey Lewis & the News and Chicago! How excited am I??? Why, I am more excited than a starving woman who's being served a lobster that's been boiling in a pot and screaming it's little, red, beaked head off in that horrific screeching manner. And that lobster is covered in butter and served with an icy cold frosty beverage. And bread! Because who doesn't like bread with their dinner? Communists, that's who. Regardless...
Tessa is my date for the evening and I'm pretty jazzed about that. We're both geeky easy listening fans and I can pretty much guarantee we'll be the hottest chicks on the farm. There's no one I'd rather share this evening with because she will sing and she will get excited and she will be excited FOR ME when I get excited and she probably won't even get embarrassed if I wet my pants or cry. She's cool like that. It was worth the money to celebrate her birthday this way and it will go down in history as one of the moments where I was blissful. I feel like I should bring some dried mangos. I'll get right on that!
Ideal HUEY LEWIS AND THE NEWS set list:
Heart of Rock-n-Roll
If This Is It
Power of Love
Stuck With You
Workin' For a Livin'
Heart and Soul
Doin' It All For My Baby
I Want a New Drug
Ideal CHICAGO set list:
Inspiration
Hard To Say I'm Sorry
Stay the Night
Along Comes a Woman
Look Away
Will You Still Love Me?
Hard Habit To Break
Love Me Tomorrow
If You Leave Me Now
What Kind of Man I Be?
P.S. Little Jenny Penny will be the occupant of the blue cowboy room at the Ol' Kentucky Shark Corral. She's not paying as much as Phoebe did but I know I can live with her, I'll take what money I can get, she'll CLEAN, she'll be good to the cats, she'll take care of me when I'm sick, and her boyfriend rocks. So for the time being, things are gravy. Belt is still going to be tight but there's gravy involved now.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Opened her mouth with a razor blade.
Things are getting dicey at Camp PFG! Slash!
Little Jen and I are doing a dance to "One Sharp Knife" at the July 8th Leroy Thompson Choppers show. If she doesn't slice my face open (the blade...yes, we're using REAL knives...really BIG knives...really SHARP knives...comes deadly close to my face from time to time when my dear little sister's head goes into the clouds), it will be incredible. We're preparing special bloody aprons (my cats are helping make modifications) for a costume change. We're going all out. Life is good in the Pussyfoot hood!
You should come out and watch us strut!
Saturday July 8th @ Leroy Thompson Choppers w/1988, Slack Jawed Yokels, Legendary Hucklebucks, Lords of the Highway, Sasquatch and the Sick-a-Billys (Pete Yorko's triumphant return to his home-sweet-home). Gates at 4:00. Bands at 4:30. $10.
Saturday July 22nd @ Dragway 42 in West Salem w/ Ace Brown and His Hell Divers, Lords of the Highway, and Twistin Tarantuals. This is an all day fun affiar at a quarter mile dragstrip. Swap meets, vendors, street and slick tire drag racing (with prizes!!) and a car show. ALL DAY! Racing at 3:00. Bands at 6:00. $10.
Saturday July 29th @ Beachland Tavern w/ Bob's Country Bunker and the Capgun Cowboys reunion!! Always a rockin' good time at the Beachland. 9:00. $5.
Other notes of interested? My fella met my parents, I bought 2 new Hot Wheels, we bought our first joint thing (Yahtzee), I think I'm getting a cold, I rested most of the weekend, picked Ben and Lisa up from the airport and had a lovely lunch, my broken back and I vegged with some Vicodin, went to a family function, had a great practice with my bitches, more vegging, and TODAY...I recieved my Huey Lewis/Chicago AND Heavy Rebel tickets! I need to finsih my laundry and get to packin'! Time is a-wastin'. I'm blowing this pop stand at 5am on Friday! WEEEEEEEEE!
Look out Winston-Salem!
Little Jen and I are doing a dance to "One Sharp Knife" at the July 8th Leroy Thompson Choppers show. If she doesn't slice my face open (the blade...yes, we're using REAL knives...really BIG knives...really SHARP knives...comes deadly close to my face from time to time when my dear little sister's head goes into the clouds), it will be incredible. We're preparing special bloody aprons (my cats are helping make modifications) for a costume change. We're going all out. Life is good in the Pussyfoot hood!
You should come out and watch us strut!
Saturday July 8th @ Leroy Thompson Choppers w/1988, Slack Jawed Yokels, Legendary Hucklebucks, Lords of the Highway, Sasquatch and the Sick-a-Billys (Pete Yorko's triumphant return to his home-sweet-home). Gates at 4:00. Bands at 4:30. $10.
Saturday July 22nd @ Dragway 42 in West Salem w/ Ace Brown and His Hell Divers, Lords of the Highway, and Twistin Tarantuals. This is an all day fun affiar at a quarter mile dragstrip. Swap meets, vendors, street and slick tire drag racing (with prizes!!) and a car show. ALL DAY! Racing at 3:00. Bands at 6:00. $10.
Saturday July 29th @ Beachland Tavern w/ Bob's Country Bunker and the Capgun Cowboys reunion!! Always a rockin' good time at the Beachland. 9:00. $5.
Other notes of interested? My fella met my parents, I bought 2 new Hot Wheels, we bought our first joint thing (Yahtzee), I think I'm getting a cold, I rested most of the weekend, picked Ben and Lisa up from the airport and had a lovely lunch, my broken back and I vegged with some Vicodin, went to a family function, had a great practice with my bitches, more vegging, and TODAY...I recieved my Huey Lewis/Chicago AND Heavy Rebel tickets! I need to finsih my laundry and get to packin'! Time is a-wastin'. I'm blowing this pop stand at 5am on Friday! WEEEEEEEEE!
Look out Winston-Salem!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
You'll know why my heart does nothing but burn.
Some of my skin just flaked off of my chest like it would from a snake. If I had a microscope, I'd like to take a good look at it. I'd have to make sure I had a trash can close by to heave into because that's just flipping sick. I ain't no mad scientist, baby. I'm just a fair-skinned Irish girl with a sunburn. Screw you, sun. You ain't no friend of mine. Ain't, ain't, ain't.
I've been crying a lot for the past 24 hours. My face is pretty puffy-n-swollen and It's obvious to everyone in the office that I haven't slept. I used to think I looked the most beautiful after I cried because my eyes got really red which made them appear very green. And I always get the Angelina Jolie lip thing going on. Today I just look strung out which is bringing me additional pain.
There is a little. black, rain cloud hovering over my head taunting me like a relentless bitch. I'd like to shoot it with a spear or a lawn jart. I predict that I would then be soaked and I hate being in wet clothes. Bottom line...the VERY bottom, the gutter if you will...is that I am depressed.
I feel like my whole life is going to change due to my living situation alterations. I know Phoebe has to move on with her life. Hell, if I wasn't a home owner and officially HAD a boyfriend rather than a playmate, and he asked me to move in, you'd see a Road Runner-esque cloud of smoke behind me as I packed my bags. I guess I'm disappointed because we had VERY recently, like last week, discussed the possibility of her moving out and that was just unthinkable any time soon. And yet, her change of address was submitted at work yesterday. And it's also upsetting because I think this will hurt the friendship. She's not my prisoner...it's not like that. But we live together (supposedly) and I never hang out with her. My psychic powers are telling me that I will see her even LESS when her shit is occupying my domain. So...it's upsetting, as you can imagine.
And of course, the fat needs to be trimmed from this steak in order to make it healthy for me. So I have to get rid of Netflix which is TERRIBLY upsetting since it brings me nothing but joy. I might try to decrease my number of disks and see if I can hack it. Trying to get out of my gym contract. Not betting on NASCAR at work anymore. Trying to find homes for the Ol' Kentucky Cats which pretty much makes me want to slash my throat with a rusty hacksaw. And most recently, the wheels in my head have been suggesting that it's time for me to retire my dancin' shoes and say good-bye to the Pussyfoot Girls. When will I have time to devote to them if I'm planning on getting a second job AND going back to school?
Oh yeah...I'm going back to school to get an additional Associate's degree.
I'm sad and I feel very lonely. It's hard to be lonely when you're in love because you start asking yourself, "Should I really be feeling this way when there's a person I'm crrrrrraaaaazzzzzyyyyy about in my life?". It's not good to start asking yourself these questions. And I shouldn't even HAVE shit like this on my mind. My fella should be the easy and squishy and reliable part of it all. Not another thing to worry about. Not something else to appease. But I can't let him go. He owns my heart.
Life is a rotten apple right now.
I've been crying a lot for the past 24 hours. My face is pretty puffy-n-swollen and It's obvious to everyone in the office that I haven't slept. I used to think I looked the most beautiful after I cried because my eyes got really red which made them appear very green. And I always get the Angelina Jolie lip thing going on. Today I just look strung out which is bringing me additional pain.
There is a little. black, rain cloud hovering over my head taunting me like a relentless bitch. I'd like to shoot it with a spear or a lawn jart. I predict that I would then be soaked and I hate being in wet clothes. Bottom line...the VERY bottom, the gutter if you will...is that I am depressed.
I feel like my whole life is going to change due to my living situation alterations. I know Phoebe has to move on with her life. Hell, if I wasn't a home owner and officially HAD a boyfriend rather than a playmate, and he asked me to move in, you'd see a Road Runner-esque cloud of smoke behind me as I packed my bags. I guess I'm disappointed because we had VERY recently, like last week, discussed the possibility of her moving out and that was just unthinkable any time soon. And yet, her change of address was submitted at work yesterday. And it's also upsetting because I think this will hurt the friendship. She's not my prisoner...it's not like that. But we live together (supposedly) and I never hang out with her. My psychic powers are telling me that I will see her even LESS when her shit is occupying my domain. So...it's upsetting, as you can imagine.
And of course, the fat needs to be trimmed from this steak in order to make it healthy for me. So I have to get rid of Netflix which is TERRIBLY upsetting since it brings me nothing but joy. I might try to decrease my number of disks and see if I can hack it. Trying to get out of my gym contract. Not betting on NASCAR at work anymore. Trying to find homes for the Ol' Kentucky Cats which pretty much makes me want to slash my throat with a rusty hacksaw. And most recently, the wheels in my head have been suggesting that it's time for me to retire my dancin' shoes and say good-bye to the Pussyfoot Girls. When will I have time to devote to them if I'm planning on getting a second job AND going back to school?
Oh yeah...I'm going back to school to get an additional Associate's degree.
I'm sad and I feel very lonely. It's hard to be lonely when you're in love because you start asking yourself, "Should I really be feeling this way when there's a person I'm crrrrrraaaaazzzzzyyyyy about in my life?". It's not good to start asking yourself these questions. And I shouldn't even HAVE shit like this on my mind. My fella should be the easy and squishy and reliable part of it all. Not another thing to worry about. Not something else to appease. But I can't let him go. He owns my heart.
Life is a rotten apple right now.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
And I can tell you're going through the motions.
According to Tommy Bones, many people say that red is a sexy and exciting color. While he may tend to agree, I tend to want to spew blood all over the color red. But that doesn't make a whole boatload of sense now does it? I am being a Bitchy McBitch because I am sunburned from the jugs up, including my ears, and there's also a lovely section of my calves that are of a bright crimson persuasion since I had my pants cuffed. It's rather embarrasing, insanely painful, and for whatever reason is making me want to lose my lunch...and I haven't had lunch yet. Pity me. I beg you. And bring on the ALOE!
I am rockin' a hillbilly tan which makes sense since I spent a great deal of my weekend playing the part. I might as well have been flipping toothless with a pet pig! I drank Busch Light, I cooked on a grill, I slept in a tent, had a cloud of dirt trailing me at all times, and watched cars go round-n-round-n-round, cheering with all the other rednecks. And let's not forget that I flipped up a random chick's skirt, got hit in the ass with beads from a man who wanted me to "show us your tits"...which I did NOT...and I hula hooped for strangers. There were lots of high fives. It was an experience I'll never forget and would possibly repeat if I lathered up properly.
I was the only person rockin' a Jamie McMurray shirt. He'll be my next hubby fo' sho.
So I return home from my trip and learn that I won't have a roomie for too much longer. I'm on the hunt for someone to occupy some space at my house. Here...word for word...is how I babbled about it on My Space, just incase you live in a cave or have your head up the head of a moose and missed it.
So it looks like I may be losing my roomie. The situation surrounding the move makes sense. I'm not mad...disappointed. Sort of going to be in a bind. So the room mate search is on. I'm looking for someone close to me (relationship wise) to move in. Not that I might not end up having to go with a stranger or what not but that's really not what I'm hoping for. I love my house and my belongings. I would love to love my roomie, too. So here are the details:
You've probably all been to my house but still...I live in West Park in a NICE neighborhood close to 480, 71, and 90. It's a 2 bedroom house (the room for rent isn't huge but it does have an enclosed sunporch which rocks. 1 bath and it's a nice bath. Semi-finished dormer attic, garage, and a nice, dry, clean cellar for storage, plus a kick-ass basement that's you've probably all partied in. Fenced in backyard, long driveway, washer and dryer. And then, of course, there's the good ol' living room, dining room, eat-in kitchen (with a dishwasher), and front porch perfect for drinking beer on.
The rent is $350 a month and that includes utilities. Might sound steep but it's an entire house you'd have the run of, not a teeny weenie apartment. I don't expect you to sit in your room and never come out. I mean COME ON. No utilities! I have cable and that applies to the computer, yadda yadda.
I rarely sleep there anymore. In fact, I haven't slept there in 3 weeks! I do have 3 cats, so if you're allergic, it might not be the best situation for you. I'm pretty easy to live with when I'm there. The house needs some spring cleaning but it's a nice, clean place to live for the most part (and I have a dishwasher!!!). I don't expect much besides the rent to be paid on time and help keeping the joint clean...taking out garbage if you're there and it's not out, starting and emptying the dishwasher if it needs it, feeding my kids if their bowls are empty. Blah blah blah.
So there you have it. Any questions...just ask.
Wish me luck. Living in a house alone could prove tuff. My ulcer hurts.
I am rockin' a hillbilly tan which makes sense since I spent a great deal of my weekend playing the part. I might as well have been flipping toothless with a pet pig! I drank Busch Light, I cooked on a grill, I slept in a tent, had a cloud of dirt trailing me at all times, and watched cars go round-n-round-n-round, cheering with all the other rednecks. And let's not forget that I flipped up a random chick's skirt, got hit in the ass with beads from a man who wanted me to "show us your tits"...which I did NOT...and I hula hooped for strangers. There were lots of high fives. It was an experience I'll never forget and would possibly repeat if I lathered up properly.
I was the only person rockin' a Jamie McMurray shirt. He'll be my next hubby fo' sho.
So I return home from my trip and learn that I won't have a roomie for too much longer. I'm on the hunt for someone to occupy some space at my house. Here...word for word...is how I babbled about it on My Space, just incase you live in a cave or have your head up the head of a moose and missed it.
So it looks like I may be losing my roomie. The situation surrounding the move makes sense. I'm not mad...disappointed. Sort of going to be in a bind. So the room mate search is on. I'm looking for someone close to me (relationship wise) to move in. Not that I might not end up having to go with a stranger or what not but that's really not what I'm hoping for. I love my house and my belongings. I would love to love my roomie, too. So here are the details:
You've probably all been to my house but still...I live in West Park in a NICE neighborhood close to 480, 71, and 90. It's a 2 bedroom house (the room for rent isn't huge but it does have an enclosed sunporch which rocks. 1 bath and it's a nice bath. Semi-finished dormer attic, garage, and a nice, dry, clean cellar for storage, plus a kick-ass basement that's you've probably all partied in. Fenced in backyard, long driveway, washer and dryer. And then, of course, there's the good ol' living room, dining room, eat-in kitchen (with a dishwasher), and front porch perfect for drinking beer on.
The rent is $350 a month and that includes utilities. Might sound steep but it's an entire house you'd have the run of, not a teeny weenie apartment. I don't expect you to sit in your room and never come out. I mean COME ON. No utilities! I have cable and that applies to the computer, yadda yadda.
I rarely sleep there anymore. In fact, I haven't slept there in 3 weeks! I do have 3 cats, so if you're allergic, it might not be the best situation for you. I'm pretty easy to live with when I'm there. The house needs some spring cleaning but it's a nice, clean place to live for the most part (and I have a dishwasher!!!). I don't expect much besides the rent to be paid on time and help keeping the joint clean...taking out garbage if you're there and it's not out, starting and emptying the dishwasher if it needs it, feeding my kids if their bowls are empty. Blah blah blah.
So there you have it. Any questions...just ask.
Wish me luck. Living in a house alone could prove tuff. My ulcer hurts.
Friday, June 16, 2006
It's a grade-A meal when I'm in the moooood.
I am easy to please. Many of you out there may think I'm a difficult and picky person but really, I am pretty damn easy to please! Redundant, I know! For example, tonight I am going to my FAVORITE pizza place (Antonio's of Parma, OH fame) with Switch for dinner and you'd think I won the lottery the way I'm dancing around this place with smiley-faced glee. I'm going to happily eat Stromboli until it comes out of my eyeballs! Though I may have just killed my appetite with that visual.
And tomorrow is race day. We've been counting it down for months and months and it's finally here (with Heavy Rebel trailing close behind)! I was stressed beyond belief yesterday trying to widdle down my "To Do" list to the point where I was unpleasant to be around, I'm sure. But my guy was a good, soft shoulder to lean on. He let me be crabby (as long as he was reasurred that I wasn't mad at him) and was accomodating me with shoulder rubs and silly things to make me laugh. I was informed that making me laugh was something he just has to do!
I was practically having a FIT trying to pick out a steak for him for the race. It just HAD to be perfect. It's like the steak will make or break the whole weekend...and that's just in my head. I want him to have something nice. He deserves it. And in my head, what he needs is a nice steak. And what a steak it is! I would like to make sweet love to it in all it's thick, red, juicy, steaky glory. Oh steak, how I love you so but will happily eat the Hell out of you like a wolverine ripping through a deer!
Revised version of my pre-race "To Do" list:
-Work 5.5 hours more of an 8 hour day without Bill or Sharon...boo.
-Pick up camera and free film from my mommy's house.
-Finish my laundry.
-Pussyfoot practice (3 BIG shows next month).
-Empty trunk.
-Shower again and paint toenails.
-Pack!!!
-Go to dinner with Switchblade.
-Hit a bar to celebrate Eerie Tessa's 27th birthday.
-Head to Garfield and CRASH...can't sleep without him.
-Greet 5am with a smile!
-AND THEY'RE OFF - Michigan International Speedway, here we come!
I better get back to work. I really have nothing to do which is going to make this the longest and most drawn out day in the history of time. Plus, it's so quiet here. It's just a titch eerie here in the office and I suspect a ghost is looming in my cubicle. But I'm not going to worry about that now. I'm just going to worry about being the coolest chick (and possible the ONLY chick...unless they're thinking with their vaginas like me rather than putting forth any true knowledge of NASCAR) on Team McMurray.
I hope my car makes it. Oh Betty Blue!
And tomorrow is race day. We've been counting it down for months and months and it's finally here (with Heavy Rebel trailing close behind)! I was stressed beyond belief yesterday trying to widdle down my "To Do" list to the point where I was unpleasant to be around, I'm sure. But my guy was a good, soft shoulder to lean on. He let me be crabby (as long as he was reasurred that I wasn't mad at him) and was accomodating me with shoulder rubs and silly things to make me laugh. I was informed that making me laugh was something he just has to do!
I was practically having a FIT trying to pick out a steak for him for the race. It just HAD to be perfect. It's like the steak will make or break the whole weekend...and that's just in my head. I want him to have something nice. He deserves it. And in my head, what he needs is a nice steak. And what a steak it is! I would like to make sweet love to it in all it's thick, red, juicy, steaky glory. Oh steak, how I love you so but will happily eat the Hell out of you like a wolverine ripping through a deer!
Revised version of my pre-race "To Do" list:
-Work 5.5 hours more of an 8 hour day without Bill or Sharon...boo.
-Pick up camera and free film from my mommy's house.
-Finish my laundry.
-Pussyfoot practice (3 BIG shows next month).
-Empty trunk.
-Shower again and paint toenails.
-Pack!!!
-Go to dinner with Switchblade.
-Hit a bar to celebrate Eerie Tessa's 27th birthday.
-Head to Garfield and CRASH...can't sleep without him.
-Greet 5am with a smile!
-AND THEY'RE OFF - Michigan International Speedway, here we come!
I better get back to work. I really have nothing to do which is going to make this the longest and most drawn out day in the history of time. Plus, it's so quiet here. It's just a titch eerie here in the office and I suspect a ghost is looming in my cubicle. But I'm not going to worry about that now. I'm just going to worry about being the coolest chick (and possible the ONLY chick...unless they're thinking with their vaginas like me rather than putting forth any true knowledge of NASCAR) on Team McMurray.
I hope my car makes it. Oh Betty Blue!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Oh I will be alright. Just use me. Just use me.
I H8 giving people their time frames. It's murdering me.
Who got the new AFI album last night? Like you even had to ask. It's growing on me like a creepy, fuzzy, black fungus that might ACTUALLY be a huge spider. But their last album took a while to burrow into my heart of chrome and now it's an important part of me...like my vagina! All I can say is that they had me "Afflcition". Specifically because it includes the word ennui. I love ennui.
By the way, my head is going to fall off and roll, roll, roll like the wheels on a big rig.
Phoebe called off work today at, what seems to me, the very last second. I was not informed by anyone of said call off until, what seems to me, the second last very last second. There were things that had to be done this morning, bright-n-early, to get the wheels of our delivery machine shakin'. So from the second I walked in the door, it's been chaos. Usually I like a little chaos but not until I've had some Pepsi or a blueberry muffin. This day has been bitch slappin' me in the face left-n-right. I am NOT approachable today. I would seriously steer clear if I were you.
So besides an putrid, rotten, stinking corpse of a day at work, I have at least 27 things to do by tomorrow night in preparation for my NASCAR adventure. Somehow I don't think folding two shirts, washing my jeans, and packing my travel items is gonna cut it for an entire weekend's worth of "fun".
I still have to do the following before 5:00a Saturday:
-Go grocery shopping w/Sharon to feed myself and the fella for the weekend.
-Go to the butcher shop for steaks (our big weekend meal treat).
-Finish my laundry.
-Eat dinner.
-Pussyfoot practice (3 BIG shows next month).
-Shower.
-Pack clothes and junk for work tomorrow.
-Take sleeping bag, pillows, and lawn chairs to Sharon's house.
-Go to the fellas and CRASH...can't sleep without him.
-Work an 8 hour day without Bill OR Sharon...boo.
-Vacuum car and empty trunk.
-Shower again and paint toenails.
-Pack!!!
-Go to dinner with Switchblade.
-Hit a bar to celebrate Eerie Tessa's 27th birthday.
-Drop Switchblade off and head to Garfield.
-CRASH...can't sleep without him.
-Try with all my might to wake my guy.
-AND THEY'RE OFF - Michigan International Speedway, here we come!
Think I can get it all done without forgetting anything? It's been very stressful just getting everyone on the same page about who's buying what, who's eating what, when are we leaving, what do we still need? It's been riling me up and sort of putting me off about the whole thing. But my fella is excited. He knows we're going to have a good time. He NEEDS this trip away and I am going to make DAMN SURE I have a happy face on all weekend so he can destress. A happy Bill makes a happy Lacey. So this trip is important for both of us. AND it's our first weekend trip together. So who's got too thumbs and is totally gay?!?! THIS GUY!
I'll be back on Buckeye State ground Monday afternnon. Take care of Ohio for me.
Who got the new AFI album last night? Like you even had to ask. It's growing on me like a creepy, fuzzy, black fungus that might ACTUALLY be a huge spider. But their last album took a while to burrow into my heart of chrome and now it's an important part of me...like my vagina! All I can say is that they had me "Afflcition". Specifically because it includes the word ennui. I love ennui.
By the way, my head is going to fall off and roll, roll, roll like the wheels on a big rig.
Phoebe called off work today at, what seems to me, the very last second. I was not informed by anyone of said call off until, what seems to me, the second last very last second. There were things that had to be done this morning, bright-n-early, to get the wheels of our delivery machine shakin'. So from the second I walked in the door, it's been chaos. Usually I like a little chaos but not until I've had some Pepsi or a blueberry muffin. This day has been bitch slappin' me in the face left-n-right. I am NOT approachable today. I would seriously steer clear if I were you.
So besides an putrid, rotten, stinking corpse of a day at work, I have at least 27 things to do by tomorrow night in preparation for my NASCAR adventure. Somehow I don't think folding two shirts, washing my jeans, and packing my travel items is gonna cut it for an entire weekend's worth of "fun".
I still have to do the following before 5:00a Saturday:
-Go grocery shopping w/Sharon to feed myself and the fella for the weekend.
-Go to the butcher shop for steaks (our big weekend meal treat).
-Finish my laundry.
-Eat dinner.
-Pussyfoot practice (3 BIG shows next month).
-Shower.
-Pack clothes and junk for work tomorrow.
-Take sleeping bag, pillows, and lawn chairs to Sharon's house.
-Go to the fellas and CRASH...can't sleep without him.
-Work an 8 hour day without Bill OR Sharon...boo.
-Vacuum car and empty trunk.
-Shower again and paint toenails.
-Pack!!!
-Go to dinner with Switchblade.
-Hit a bar to celebrate Eerie Tessa's 27th birthday.
-Drop Switchblade off and head to Garfield.
-CRASH...can't sleep without him.
-Try with all my might to wake my guy.
-AND THEY'RE OFF - Michigan International Speedway, here we come!
Think I can get it all done without forgetting anything? It's been very stressful just getting everyone on the same page about who's buying what, who's eating what, when are we leaving, what do we still need? It's been riling me up and sort of putting me off about the whole thing. But my fella is excited. He knows we're going to have a good time. He NEEDS this trip away and I am going to make DAMN SURE I have a happy face on all weekend so he can destress. A happy Bill makes a happy Lacey. So this trip is important for both of us. AND it's our first weekend trip together. So who's got too thumbs and is totally gay?!?! THIS GUY!
I'll be back on Buckeye State ground Monday afternnon. Take care of Ohio for me.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Taking on the world, that was just my style.
3 days to the race and 17 to HRW. I could puke any second.
There's really nothing more fulfilling than doing laundry! Once again I have options and am not recycling the same 2 gray t-shirts. Now I have MANY gray t-shirts to pick from. And knickers! Tons and tons of knickers! I could swim through them as if they were the Pantaloon Sea! Yes ladies and germs, I am happy to have clean clothes. I could only be happier if the folding fairy would stop by. Le sigh. Le sigh.
I had to kick myself in the arse to warsh clothes so I had more than just the uniform tube tops and Daisy Dukes to wear to Michigan this weekend. I may be going to watch me some Nascar but that doesn't mean I have to go braless and black out some teeth. Though I may try to find an obnoxious neon scrunchie so I can fit in at least a little. But in the end, I have my 2 custome made (and kick-ass) Jamie McMurray shirts and brand new pajama shorts with little race cars on them so if I'm not just the most adorable thing you've ever seen well...too bad for you, Ray Charles.
Second to my lusty laundry obsession, of course, is my insanity over travel items! Who knew so many things came travel sized!? I went hog wild on my lunch hour. Toothpaste, mouthwash, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, face wash, face scrub, a tiny loooofa, body wash, Q-tips, shaving cream, razors, deoderant...all fitting into a teeeny, tiny, adorable pink case!! Loving it. Just loving it! I was sort of down-n-out about the race recently but a nice e-mail from my Dad and my lunchtime race preparation has sort of made me giddy. Here I come, Michigan International Speedway. Bow down and worship in front of my tent!
Today is the 13th day of June. I have spend 11 nights in someone else's bed, 10 of them in a row. I'm hoping to make tonight 13/11. I better go shave my legs. Maybe I'll shave my cats, too. They're looking a little warm these days!
VIVA!
There's really nothing more fulfilling than doing laundry! Once again I have options and am not recycling the same 2 gray t-shirts. Now I have MANY gray t-shirts to pick from. And knickers! Tons and tons of knickers! I could swim through them as if they were the Pantaloon Sea! Yes ladies and germs, I am happy to have clean clothes. I could only be happier if the folding fairy would stop by. Le sigh. Le sigh.
I had to kick myself in the arse to warsh clothes so I had more than just the uniform tube tops and Daisy Dukes to wear to Michigan this weekend. I may be going to watch me some Nascar but that doesn't mean I have to go braless and black out some teeth. Though I may try to find an obnoxious neon scrunchie so I can fit in at least a little. But in the end, I have my 2 custome made (and kick-ass) Jamie McMurray shirts and brand new pajama shorts with little race cars on them so if I'm not just the most adorable thing you've ever seen well...too bad for you, Ray Charles.
Second to my lusty laundry obsession, of course, is my insanity over travel items! Who knew so many things came travel sized!? I went hog wild on my lunch hour. Toothpaste, mouthwash, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, face wash, face scrub, a tiny loooofa, body wash, Q-tips, shaving cream, razors, deoderant...all fitting into a teeeny, tiny, adorable pink case!! Loving it. Just loving it! I was sort of down-n-out about the race recently but a nice e-mail from my Dad and my lunchtime race preparation has sort of made me giddy. Here I come, Michigan International Speedway. Bow down and worship in front of my tent!
Today is the 13th day of June. I have spend 11 nights in someone else's bed, 10 of them in a row. I'm hoping to make tonight 13/11. I better go shave my legs. Maybe I'll shave my cats, too. They're looking a little warm these days!
VIVA!
Friday, June 09, 2006
I've got friends on the inside pullin' strings.
Put down your prunes. I'm bringing back your regularity.
I am never at home anymore. I'm pretty sure my cats hate me and are planning a mutiny. I spent a few hours here on my couch yesterday and actually felt semi-awkward, like I was in a stranger's house. I actually elected to come back here and spend some time bonding with my house. I'm going to make lunch, do laundry, and clean my car out for this weekend's race and the big Heavy Rebel road trip. I can't even believe it's less than 3 weeks away. I'm wetting my drawers in anticipation. So that's my plan...spend some time at the old homestead accomplishing whatever I can before I no doubt return to my home away from home in good, ol' Garfield.
There's really not too much to report. I've been working, drinking, hanging with my fella, hanging with my fella and his kids. There hasn't been any fire breathing or drag races. Finally had a Pussyfoot practice and are getting the ball rollin' for the Leroy Thompson show next month. Had some mini-spats here and there with various peeps, including my dude who's been hittin' the sauce a little too hard these days and not stepping up to the plate. But I think we have that under control...I have two stuffed kittens that are pretty much symbolic of "I'm a big, fat jerk and I need you to forgive me". But of course there's always drama with this guy...his ex-wife is trying to stir up trouble, his ex-girlfriend knows about me and is getting rowdy. Can't a girl just find a dude to take her to the movies without loosing her mind??
I just have to keep my mind focused on my upcoming adventures. A whole weekend with my dude...sure, it's at a race but it's going to be a good time. We may even leave the track early Sunday and spend the night in a hotel! How excited does that make me? Fiesty excited! And then HEAVY REBEL! Jen May is making me a new skirt and I'm prepping the car as soon as I walk away from this electronic contraption. The summer is looking bright ahead. Only downside...I had lots of blood drawn and that is NEVER EVER fun. And I've been having some bretahing problems. And my car is being homosexual when it's cold. Regardless...June rocks.
Sorry thsi wasn't more interesting. Just trying to keep track of where I've been and what I've done. I'm going to try and NOT remember that I threw up in the Panera parking lot yesterday. That doesn't need to stay in the scrap book.
I am never at home anymore. I'm pretty sure my cats hate me and are planning a mutiny. I spent a few hours here on my couch yesterday and actually felt semi-awkward, like I was in a stranger's house. I actually elected to come back here and spend some time bonding with my house. I'm going to make lunch, do laundry, and clean my car out for this weekend's race and the big Heavy Rebel road trip. I can't even believe it's less than 3 weeks away. I'm wetting my drawers in anticipation. So that's my plan...spend some time at the old homestead accomplishing whatever I can before I no doubt return to my home away from home in good, ol' Garfield.
There's really not too much to report. I've been working, drinking, hanging with my fella, hanging with my fella and his kids. There hasn't been any fire breathing or drag races. Finally had a Pussyfoot practice and are getting the ball rollin' for the Leroy Thompson show next month. Had some mini-spats here and there with various peeps, including my dude who's been hittin' the sauce a little too hard these days and not stepping up to the plate. But I think we have that under control...I have two stuffed kittens that are pretty much symbolic of "I'm a big, fat jerk and I need you to forgive me". But of course there's always drama with this guy...his ex-wife is trying to stir up trouble, his ex-girlfriend knows about me and is getting rowdy. Can't a girl just find a dude to take her to the movies without loosing her mind??
I just have to keep my mind focused on my upcoming adventures. A whole weekend with my dude...sure, it's at a race but it's going to be a good time. We may even leave the track early Sunday and spend the night in a hotel! How excited does that make me? Fiesty excited! And then HEAVY REBEL! Jen May is making me a new skirt and I'm prepping the car as soon as I walk away from this electronic contraption. The summer is looking bright ahead. Only downside...I had lots of blood drawn and that is NEVER EVER fun. And I've been having some bretahing problems. And my car is being homosexual when it's cold. Regardless...June rocks.
Sorry thsi wasn't more interesting. Just trying to keep track of where I've been and what I've done. I'm going to try and NOT remember that I threw up in the Panera parking lot yesterday. That doesn't need to stay in the scrap book.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
The system's got me feelin' so fiiiiiiine!
I have someone who inspires me to paint. Be jealous!
I got a big pile of bad news on Friday and I mean Bad News Bears, Tanner Boyle-style. It made for a horrific work day, not to mention a very emotional me which is never pretty. I hate being emo! It really doesn't work for me anymore. I have only filled a few people in with the gorey details and they've been very, very supportive. But I have a lot on my plate right now and I'm going to be moody from time to time and if I were to blab the whole story, you'd know why. You'd understand. And no, there are no buns in this oven so the rumor mill can stop running right now. There were lots of tears on Friday and I needed lots of comforting...and alcohol. But of course, alcohol mixed with my emotions made me hot in the brain and my anger turned to fury and wrath and I misdirected it...at the man I love.
No, scratch that. I directed it in JUST the right spot but it could have been handled differently. I need to just say flat out how I feel and what I need rather than keeping everything bottled up and then popping my top. No one likes to be covered in my brains and splatter. But after several beers, two bottles of wine, and yes, more beer, I was no longer wrangling my emotions. They were roaming free and it made for a bad night's sleep.
During a morning "Are you alright, you damn spazz?" kind of phone call, things were still rocky between me and my fella. After all, I left a sobbing 2:00am message for him because I needed him to be there for me and felt abandoned. That's not how it was but like I said, I'm sensitive right now. I have self-pity goggles on. I chose to take the high road after a few hours of channel surfing and sleeping though. I swallowed my nerves and called, being sure to wear my happy voice. Told him I felt better (even if it's not totally true) and asked if we could hang out. I got the entire Saturday! We ended up going grocery shopping, he cooked me dinner on the grill, we watched a movie, and crash all tangled up like snakes. I needed to sleep like that. I needed to be incubated and drafted.
Woke up to a yummy fella-prepared breakfast and left on a high note...good hugs, good kisses, good moods. This left the day open to spend with my favorite people, The Shoe-Lanes! Ain't no party like a Shoe-Lane party! Had some cocktails with lunch and then saw X-Men 3 (I love you, Logan...love, love, love) which was damn good! Just got home and can honestly say this was a very fulfilling Sunday. I haven't had one of these since the days of Becky and Kent (screw you, Kent...I don't miss your hippie town one bit). In fact, I'm going to call Becky when I'm done typing away. That would be more productive then watching pornography, I think.
I'd say life is good but I'm in a low place. I'm trying to balance this rough patch with how happy certain things and people can make me (I actually LIKE being called "Lace", makes my heart-go-throb). I just need to appreciate the good things like a home-made goofy dessert, getting my head rubbed, holding hands, and lots of belly laughs. Laughter is a good medicine, I think. Someone should tell Bon Jovi.
I got a big pile of bad news on Friday and I mean Bad News Bears, Tanner Boyle-style. It made for a horrific work day, not to mention a very emotional me which is never pretty. I hate being emo! It really doesn't work for me anymore. I have only filled a few people in with the gorey details and they've been very, very supportive. But I have a lot on my plate right now and I'm going to be moody from time to time and if I were to blab the whole story, you'd know why. You'd understand. And no, there are no buns in this oven so the rumor mill can stop running right now. There were lots of tears on Friday and I needed lots of comforting...and alcohol. But of course, alcohol mixed with my emotions made me hot in the brain and my anger turned to fury and wrath and I misdirected it...at the man I love.
No, scratch that. I directed it in JUST the right spot but it could have been handled differently. I need to just say flat out how I feel and what I need rather than keeping everything bottled up and then popping my top. No one likes to be covered in my brains and splatter. But after several beers, two bottles of wine, and yes, more beer, I was no longer wrangling my emotions. They were roaming free and it made for a bad night's sleep.
During a morning "Are you alright, you damn spazz?" kind of phone call, things were still rocky between me and my fella. After all, I left a sobbing 2:00am message for him because I needed him to be there for me and felt abandoned. That's not how it was but like I said, I'm sensitive right now. I have self-pity goggles on. I chose to take the high road after a few hours of channel surfing and sleeping though. I swallowed my nerves and called, being sure to wear my happy voice. Told him I felt better (even if it's not totally true) and asked if we could hang out. I got the entire Saturday! We ended up going grocery shopping, he cooked me dinner on the grill, we watched a movie, and crash all tangled up like snakes. I needed to sleep like that. I needed to be incubated and drafted.
Woke up to a yummy fella-prepared breakfast and left on a high note...good hugs, good kisses, good moods. This left the day open to spend with my favorite people, The Shoe-Lanes! Ain't no party like a Shoe-Lane party! Had some cocktails with lunch and then saw X-Men 3 (I love you, Logan...love, love, love) which was damn good! Just got home and can honestly say this was a very fulfilling Sunday. I haven't had one of these since the days of Becky and Kent (screw you, Kent...I don't miss your hippie town one bit). In fact, I'm going to call Becky when I'm done typing away. That would be more productive then watching pornography, I think.
I'd say life is good but I'm in a low place. I'm trying to balance this rough patch with how happy certain things and people can make me (I actually LIKE being called "Lace", makes my heart-go-throb). I just need to appreciate the good things like a home-made goofy dessert, getting my head rubbed, holding hands, and lots of belly laughs. Laughter is a good medicine, I think. Someone should tell Bon Jovi.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Wasting my time. Hoping you'll stop by.
Last night was one of the best nights of my life and it wasn't even fancy. In fact, I didn't even have to leave the bed. Sometimes taking a 20 minute drive at night just to watch cartoons in your pajamas and 'draft' someone is the most amazing thing on the flipping planet.
It's even better than cheese fondue.
I fell in love and
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now
Sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking
The white trash boys
Listen to the headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping you'll stop by
Cuz I'm sleepwalking, I'm sleepwalking
A mutual friend's parents
Left town for a week
So we raided their liquor stash
And walked down by the riverside
Sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking
It's even better than cheese fondue.
I fell in love and
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now
Sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking
The white trash boys
Listen to the headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping you'll stop by
Cuz I'm sleepwalking, I'm sleepwalking
A mutual friend's parents
Left town for a week
So we raided their liquor stash
And walked down by the riverside
Sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
And here we go. Life's waiting to begin.
My bad mood is officially non-existent and has gone the way of the dinosaurs. I was in a lot of pain and putting myself through mental agony so the next statement may seem insane but maybe this chaos did me good! I fixed things. I apologized. I was assured it wasn't all my fault. I said that it wouldn't happen again because I don't like to be a spazz. I explained myself, no matter how hard that is for me. And for the first time EVER in my current situation, I said EXACTLY what I wanted to say, no matter if anyone wanted to hear it or not. It felt great. It felt like eating a big stack of my dad's pancakes.
Slowly but surely, the damage was repaired. Eventhough I usually feel things are fixed if there's fooling around at work...and there was...this time, I said it wouldn't be until I was invited back into the bed that I felt things were back to normal. And I was.
Today I've had this goofy smile plastered across my mug. I knew as soon as I woke up that it would be a great day and it really has been. I've been laughing and joking and practically glowing. I just know how lucky I am that I had enough hypothetical bandages to fix the wounds I caused by my ridiculous SPAZZ-ASS-NESS. Because I've got something good. Damn good. And I'm going to take the best care of it which is what I should have been doing all along. I have something in my life that makes me excited about every single day...it inspires me...it entertains me...it keeps me warm.
So if you were worried about me...and offered to call my voice mail and sing a new song every time, reasurring me that you know PLENTY of songs...I'm alright now. I was in bad shape but I'm back and better than ever. A lot like *insert celebrity here*.
Slowly but surely, the damage was repaired. Eventhough I usually feel things are fixed if there's fooling around at work...and there was...this time, I said it wouldn't be until I was invited back into the bed that I felt things were back to normal. And I was.
Today I've had this goofy smile plastered across my mug. I knew as soon as I woke up that it would be a great day and it really has been. I've been laughing and joking and practically glowing. I just know how lucky I am that I had enough hypothetical bandages to fix the wounds I caused by my ridiculous SPAZZ-ASS-NESS. Because I've got something good. Damn good. And I'm going to take the best care of it which is what I should have been doing all along. I have something in my life that makes me excited about every single day...it inspires me...it entertains me...it keeps me warm.
So if you were worried about me...and offered to call my voice mail and sing a new song every time, reasurring me that you know PLENTY of songs...I'm alright now. I was in bad shape but I'm back and better than ever. A lot like *insert celebrity here*.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Up in your arms. Too late to beg you.
I'm having a hard time right now. I had a bad day and a half. There was some erratic behavior on my part, a succession of unnecessary phone calls, and plenty of tears. Phoebe tried to be a comforting friend but I was just in my own world. Stuck in my own head right now. To be honest, I'm terrified, but it's a long story. I can just say that I'm starting to realize how hard it is to need someone. Wanting them is easy. Needing is one of the most frightening things. What if that person goes away? You can easily stop wanting them but how to you stop needing them? But I really didn't and still don't want to get too deep into anything. I'm trying to recover.
I didn't leave my room yesterday...not for too long of a period. I think I went to the bathroom once, took a shower, got a fan from downstairs. Outside of that, I was a television raping zombie. I watched for hours and hours on end. I didn't eat. I had nothing to drink. I haven't slept yet. I think I passed out from exhaustion, boredom and upset for an hour but then I was up. Tossing and turning and sweating and crying. It was not good. Not good news at all. I could have taken sleeping agents to help me out...even my back pills would have gotten me there but for some reason, I wanted to feel bad. Maybe I was punishing myself.
I know this sounds all poetic and depressed and I hate sounding that way. Maybe I am depressed. Maybe I have a little case of the blues. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I feel like a total spazz and I'm scared of how my current emotional state is going to affect other people, important people, in my life. I'm barely good at talking let along apologizing but I'm sorry to anyone who may have needed me yesterday that I ignored. I just couldn't bring myself to pick up the phone. There was only one person I wanted to talk to and I knew that wasn't going to happen. I'm feeling a weird sense of shame right now. I am embarrased and ashamed.
I'll feel whole again once I'm back in his bed where I belong.
I didn't leave my room yesterday...not for too long of a period. I think I went to the bathroom once, took a shower, got a fan from downstairs. Outside of that, I was a television raping zombie. I watched for hours and hours on end. I didn't eat. I had nothing to drink. I haven't slept yet. I think I passed out from exhaustion, boredom and upset for an hour but then I was up. Tossing and turning and sweating and crying. It was not good. Not good news at all. I could have taken sleeping agents to help me out...even my back pills would have gotten me there but for some reason, I wanted to feel bad. Maybe I was punishing myself.
I know this sounds all poetic and depressed and I hate sounding that way. Maybe I am depressed. Maybe I have a little case of the blues. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I feel like a total spazz and I'm scared of how my current emotional state is going to affect other people, important people, in my life. I'm barely good at talking let along apologizing but I'm sorry to anyone who may have needed me yesterday that I ignored. I just couldn't bring myself to pick up the phone. There was only one person I wanted to talk to and I knew that wasn't going to happen. I'm feeling a weird sense of shame right now. I am embarrased and ashamed.
I'll feel whole again once I'm back in his bed where I belong.
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