BIRTHDAY GIRL

It's my birthday. It's very exciting.

It's been a rather good day. Strange and delightful.

I would like everyday to be as nice as today was. But then I guess I wouldn't appreciate days like this.

I'm pretty sold on moving to Vancouver pending employment there.

Also I'm surprised at some of the people who didn't even say hello today. Shame on you motherfuckers.

friend to losers

For the record I know a lot of douches and losers. HOLY HELL.

This move out to Vancouver is sounding better by the fucking moment.

fuck you motherfucker

That title should give my day away. Needless to say I'm 100% sure October will be far more amazing than September. At least I'll have plenty of time to enjoy myself, seeing as I'll probably be done the temp job tomorrow AND my other glorious position gave me all of four fucking hours next week and that being on Sunday.

Well I'll use that free gym pass for damn sure then.

Also, fuck you.

dream seeker

I'm exhausted. Up about 5 for the dog, didn't get back to sleep. Up at 6 to get to work by 7, then bust ass to print off 800 copies of stuff then fold and staple them to the 800 pay stubs... I got all the way to stapling and ended up finishing half. Then off to the other job. ONLY 2 of us working. Oh sweet jesus it was fine for awhile, then he went on lunch and I was S O fucking L. Home to the gym, where the lady I think tried to kill me. I'm SO tired now. Well tonight there are some things I'd like, as in a book, some warm latte, blanket..that stuff.

I'm also considering moving out West.... my cousin is there and shit why not. It's total ass here. I have enough saved up for my Ireland 2012 move. SO hopefully come spring of next year she'll have a place and I'll move my ass out there. Sounds like an adventure!

careless blogger

It's been a break...I don't care to go back and see how long, but whatever. I've been busy and exhausted.

I hate knowing people through people who are whores. Everytime I see a photo of them they make me sick. I'm one of those girls who will call you a fucking whore if you are indeed a fucking whore. And I want to you feel as bad as you make the men and people in your life feel. You should not feel proud of the fact that you can either cheat on a guy or take a guy from a girl he's dating. That makes you a fucking whore. Now, understand this, I have every intention of calling you the whore you are at any time in the future at which you and I meet. Now this is actually for more than ONE girl I know through people. Who fucking raised you to be a whore? Seriously! Allow me to educate you if you should ever require assistance or you know if I fucking feel like it. I'd like these feelings to go away, but I'm aware they probably won't until i get it off my chest. If no one read this, which I suspect no one does I would write their names and show photos of them being dirty sluts, but alas I still like the company of their friends. Which is pretty fucked up don't you think?

So today I got my hair dyed and cut. Bangs are back HOLLA!

Got my puppy a shark costume, it's too small but fucking hilarious.

And now bad to reading. Later.

birthday celebrator

It was my friends birthday today and I just happen to work with her atm. The HR manager asked me to go get her favourite cake and a card. Now I have zero to less than that knowledge of appropriate work place cards. My god. I finally found one that said workplace birthday. SOLD. Lame as shit, but whatever. I also just wrote happy birthday in it. When any other card to her would say something like, hey juicy melons. Hope your skanky ass has a STD free birthday.

Tomorrow should be exciting. Work, then I'm going for dinner with myself and I get to have some time to read. Then going to see a movie with my cousin who flies back from Vancouver (I don't think I've seen her in two months maybe three) it's been awhile dude.

But again I'm super tired. So bed time.

missing weekend

I thought I'd get some chill time. Hmm not so much. This morning was okish. Up about 9, which completely sucked ass. Freaking cat bastard. He's lucky when he head butted my window screen that it looked fucking hilarious. Or his ass would still be outside.

Work was balls. I got so hot I thought I was gonna pass out. I was red like a tomato and my body got all hot too. It wasn't right. Also dumb people hurt me. Not just like my head, but all of me. MY LORD people. Whatever I made it through the shift.

Now to be up at 7am again. At least it's a regular working day tomorrow. Yay!

holy crap cake

This is a dual post.

Got in at 4am. FOUR AM. I haven't done that in a year? Awhile, that's for damn sure. So I planned on sleeping in until 3pm. I didn't care. I just wanted lots of sleepy time. Sadly, my GD job called and asked me to go in. Now I went in and I don't lie, I told them I was exhausted. Whatever I don't lie. It's a problem and a fault and it's awesome. You can't catch me in a lie motherfucker. I enjoy living my life this way, regardless of the shit I will sometimes get because of it. I enjoy living truthfully.

But yea I'm not 13 kinds of exhuasted. I plan on going to Wal-Mart to get the dogs some bones to chew on and look for a present for my friend. Wish me luck.

lady with a long two days ahead of her

Ok 12 hours today and 13 hours tomorrow AND then a friends birthday.

Too tired to figure things out.

big brother winner

Or not.

I LOVE this GD show so bad. I want Lane to win, but Hayden has it in the bag. Kinda sad. I like Lane because he's not a douche. Hayden blergh.

So my temp job deal keeps finding things for me to do, which is great cause they pay a shitload better than my other job.

Wow a 4-3 job. Way closer than I thought. I feel bad for Lane, but 50G ain't nothing to feel sad about.

YYAYAYAY bed

formidable opponent

Why do people think they can fuck me over? Note guy at work, you can attempt to toss me under the fucking bus, but I'm far, far smarter than you. Trust me captain all this BS you're putting on me is going to come back to you so fucking hard you'll think twice about being an asshole to me.

Thanks sweetie.

Also I forgot to note about yesterday how the chick that cheated with my boyfriend at the time. Well she was there too. I don't remember her being that tall, but she stayed as far from me as was possible. Which is smart haha. Not that I wanted to cause shit, but it was wise to not even start. I would have been nice, she did dump him 2 days before his birthday and all. No lying, TOTALLY LOVED IT!

ren fester

Went to the ren fest with Sara today. It was AWESOME! I saw the ex and just turned away. Didn't care to make a scene. Which I do, SO well.

Sadly, I did have to interact with him. I was standing in the doorway talking to my friend and I feel this bang on the board I'm standing on. Can I get in there? I then opened the door and he said thank you and I said you're welcome. LOOK I"M AN ADULT MOMMY! He then got his stuff said by to our mutual friend and left.

AWESOME!!!!!!! I didn't even look at his face. I'll tell you the first two times I was filled with anxiety and whoa it was bad, BUT the last time when we actually interacted. NOTHING!

I'm fucking proud of myself.

Also my dog was top notch. She got more compliments today then I have ever in my life. Or not...she got a lot.

low on empathy woman

omg

I know the point is to make me feel like shit, but really? I keep getting this sucks. Well what's sucks? nm.

Now that's the variation for about 30 minutes. He kept doing it. I had it. I told him if he wasn't going to talk to me then he could go.

He said he was talking. Oh he doesn't get it. I keep being guilted by saying I don't talk enough, then when I ask questions he drops the subject.

This is just getting out of hand. On a lighter note I'm going to the Ren Fest tomorrow with a different ex's ex. We made friends over our mutual whatever you want to call him. Should be fun! Mostly because he isn't suppose to be there SCORIES!

toe-nailless footed woman

HOLY SHEET! I lost my pinky toe nail. Lost...it came off, while I was attempting to just get the little white part off, cause it feels weird when I have socks on. HOLY SHEET! I was ok until I got to the retail job. OMG the shoes are the devil, but they SQUISH the SHIT out of my toes and after three hours or so I was limping my ass around the store. I felt like I was walking like Igor.

My god. Time for new shoes and new feet.

cell phone user

I need a new cell phone. Well 'I' don't need one, but my 3 year term is up apparently. So i want an iPhone and my dad will steal my iPod. That kinds blows, but whatever.

So far it's 100 for an old 3gs or 270 for a new 4g one. I don't want a data plan. I'll use wifi, plus I don't use it for the internet anyway. Only if I'm seriously bored, but even then I barely use it. So I was like 15 buck a month plan. I would prefer unlimited text, voicemail and call display. Who can help me out?

Also side note my damn job cut me down to 10 hours next week. What a bunch of bullshit. They said we'd slow down, but seriously. Seriously.

happy worker

Ok still one guy is a douche at work. Don't like him. But the rest of these people are fun. Best part of my day is shooting the shit with customers. Seriously, I'll talk to you for 30 minutes about your life. Please anything not to do actual work, PLUS they call it 'customer service' BOO YA.

Today I spent about 40 minutes with 2 customers talking about how to use macs and why they're better than pcs. HA.

Now it's come to my attention, when older men come to us and say they want a computer for general use and with a really good anti-virus that is aka. to look at porn. How awesome?! Cause I got one of those today. Classy. I swear if they just said I'm looking at a lot of porn, what do you recommend. Fucker I'm recommending the i7 with 8 gb of ram. Get that shit loaded real fast for you.

Perves.

wrecking ball

Nothing like a guilt trip to end your day perfectly.

I expect him to make me feel bad, but shit, can't say I like it. I won't go into it too much, but suffice to say I'm a jerk.

This is a shitty post. It feels like me! Yay.

hater

Why are some women such sluts?

That's really my question.

I have this guy friend who told me this girl, 21 years old, got drunk (or in all likelihood was like oh I'm so wasted) then got naked in a frat house.

You are a massive whore. No one will feel bad for you when bad shit happens to you my dear. People who raise sluts like that should be put in jail.

Fuck you, you fucking skanks.

heartbreaker

Ugh not fun. I had to drive and drop off his stuff. The American boarder guard asked me what the purpose of my trip was and I said to bring my ex his stuff. He stops looking at my passport, looks up at me and gives me a strange face, then says, "This stuff happens." And I said, "Yea fun times." He told me good luck and that was that. I'm pretty sure it was the quickest crossing ever.

On the way back, (also note it was like 30 minute wait BOTH WAYS at the GD boarder) the Canadian guard noticed I was gone 3 hours and said, what was the purpose of your trip? I said to drop off my ex's stuff. He then laughed at me. (Note: He was a fucking HOT boarder guard) He then apologized and said, "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh, but you don't hear that everyday." "Yeah." "Well he's lucky you brought him his stuff and didn't burn it." "Well I broke it off with him so it's kinda my duty." "Well that's good of you."

As I drove away I thought, what kind of crazy bitches did you date/what the fuck did you do to them that made them burn your shit!

He was hot enough I'm sure he caused some trouble.

quiet reflector

haha if you believe that you are special.

There are some people I still despise. Like the whore who slept with my slut asshole ex and my slut asshole ex. I don't think I could ever not hate them, but man the fact that I know people they know ugh. Out of sight, out of mind would work wonders.

Today has been le shit. I got a call asking to change my mind and take him back. Ugh. I don't like this. I've decided to not date unless they are an heir to some sort of booze royalty.

single lady

I may have broken up with my boyfriend via IM. I can't say It's nice or right, but it had to be done. I've never done this before. I feel like a total asshole. I've felt like I was single for so long now and I feel bad cause he's from a shitty situation and I do love him, but nothing is ever enough for him.

He had got some great blows in I'll tell you. He's punching AND then trying to get my back. Strange combo or sure.

God. I'm a dick.

passive agressive workerbee

There is this guy at the place I'm temping at who is just abrasive as all hell. (While writing that sentence I wrote ass twice by "mistake"). He was ok the first week, because well he's new to me, so whatever, he just seemed nosy/interested. Well it's week three and I'm where the other girls in the department are.

I went to the washroom and upon my return to my table I saw him through the window and rolled my eyes. Ugh. He's one of those guys who has to tell you how great their weekend was, how great their vacations are, tells you you should be drinking, and EVERYONE is a good friend. Now really whatever I don't care, until last Tuesday when he accused me of being a pot smoker. Now really I don't get offended easily, but that pisses me off. I've never done it and have zero interest in it and when I'm accused of it and then I stated I've never done it and get the response, "yea right" with a roll of the eyes. It pisses me off. Like REALLY pisses me off.

So I will be interested to see how next week turns out. I'm not in for 8 days and I think it'll be a SHITSHOW when I go back in. I'll be prepared for a weeks worth of gossip. Oh do I enjoy work place gossip when I have zero holdings in it.

HOLY FUCKER

Ok just saw a photo of my ex's dad and he now HAS BOOBS. This is so beyond anything I have ever even thought might occur in my life. Albeit isn't part of my life anymore, but it's someone I knew and this is not what was represented to me, but OH MY GOSH!

unamused shopper

I went to Winners looking for a dress. Nothing. Not a GD thing. So disappointing, but I won't lie, I saw a cardigan from across the aisle and I couldn't help myself. It was 3/4 sleeve. It's what I wear. GOD I love a cardigan.

Ok so I got paid 5 days ago, but I swear that should be the 2nd time I got paid, but it's only showing up as the first time. I'm way, way confused.....it looks like too much for one week, not enough for 2..........god this is confusing in so many ways.

I'm going to sleep off everything.

confused worker

I am not a 6.45am wake up girl that's for damn sure. I got up at 7am and I seriously can not function. I'm so out of it. I really miss my 10-6 job. It was great. I was up at 6am Sunday and I do not like doing it. 6am is the devil's hour. I've decided it.

So my 2nd job today everyone was asking about the extras. It's my job to sell said extras, but like 85% of the customers today were asking for it. Which is awesome and makes my life so much easier. I also hate talking about PCs I have no GD clue about how windows 7 works or viruses or shit. I'm also pretty sure I talked on the phone to a guy about iPads for about 15 minutes. I just wish I could have done it sitting.

True Blood is fantastic. Only one episode left, how are they gonna finish LaFayette's storyline in one episode?? God I love that man.

TV specialist

I have serious issues with things. I like knowing a lot about things, hence why my knowledge of trivia is pretty bad ass. Well tonight is the Emmy's which are hilarious and awesome. I'm tired yet I need to sleep, but I need to see more Tina Fey and Tom Hanks. I also dislike Jimmy Fallon, but he's actually not laughing at his own jokes (at least not that I've noticed).

I knew I meant to do something things when I got home from work today...I was gonna watch The Boat that Rocked. Crap. Maybe Tuesday. Week three of 50 hour plus week. This will pay off one day right...

amused cinema-goer

Watching Scott Pligrim and man did I love it. I'd really let Schwartzman beat me. True fact. Also creepily he is like my ex. I can't say I like that fact. Also Ramona reminds me of my ex's boss. Quite creepy in fact. I also do not approve of the ending, but I'm knives.

Work apparently called my cell phone, but thank god I have the sound off at all times (unless needed as an alarm). I really do not like talking on the phone, in fact I hate it. I'd much rather type or talk face to face. But yea I want ONE DAY off. Sweet jesus I'm doing 6 days a week. I think I only work like 50ish hours this week, which is less than last but fuck it's exhausting.

I must you know get dress and shit, if I want to actually spend the day doing something. Laters

tired as fuck sleepless drone

It's weird that I woke up tired and now I'm twelve kinds of awake. I would say I'm awake, but on the drive home I thought a mailbox was a person. So maybe I should you know, go to bed. I work too much; I guess I'm just catching up for not work for 6 months. Yay money.

girl not going to NYC

fucking shit show. My friends invited me to go with them to NYC. I'm broke, well now I have some cash, but I was fucking broke. Russell Brand is there :( and I would hunt him down and get myself a half British baby. Son of a bitch. Well I hope they all have fun while I work a 13 hour day.

I'm so good at bitching I made myself a blog.

exhausted working woman

It's fun to work a lot, then get guilted you don't take care of your dog enough, talk to your boyfriend enough or are around enough to take care of things. I'm about 10 minutes from putting up a time schedule so people can write in when they want to bitch at me, so at least there will be times I'll have to myself. I may get my workplace in on this too.

I have a feeling I can make this work.

Then I will drink copious amount of alcohol.

I like this plan.

cock of the walk

So my cousins may have stated in relationships I act like the man. I said well no shit, I'm the cock of the walk. But seriously it's getting strange. I don't think it's just me. Maybe it's a total role reversal. I notice my friends men have become more womenesque if you will. I don't know. It's quite strange and I can't quite understand it. Maybe one day I'll meet some guy who has a pair strong enough to put me in my place when I need it, but for now I will continue to steam roll. Heartless, maybe?

Rage-induced driver

ARE YOU SERIOUS? Ok now this is a poll I have been taking since I've almost begun driving. People with Jesus fish on the back of their GD cars are the WORST fucking drivers on the GD planet. I HATE driving behind them. Behind them, drivers with rosaries in their windows. FOR REAL. Ok I may have a friend with those in her rearview mirror, but she is the exception to the rule. Ok so today in a 80 kmph road they were going 75. Which makes me want to kill you. THEN she goes 60. Look bitch, go the fucking limit or you will see Jesus REAL FUCKING SOON. I get angry. I won't lie. Sometimes I wonder if they drive like total tools because they think Jesus is watching out for them specifically. Ugh.

This is why I lack religion. If I pick a religion I'll get lumped in with fucking douchebags.

unmovable salesperson

This guy wanted a Macbook Pro and wanted me to throw in a case. Ugh no. Fuck you. If I didn't get it you aren't going to. Seriously, this was one of those dickbags who think because they're an older man they're gonna get their way. Uh fuck and no. I highly dislike these men. Which I seem to happen to meet a lot of at my job. This isn't the fucking India Bazaar, just buy it.

My favourite part of the day is talking to dumb people. It makes me: A. Feel brilliant and B. Makes me feel like I know what I'm talking about.

Regardless I continue to fuck up everyday there. It's an accomplishment at this point. I can't recall a time in my life where I fucked up as much. It's pretty exciting. Like what will I fuck up tomorrow? Oh who knows!

I'm going to go to bed now and pretend I'm in Ireland already.

speedy driver

Boyfriend was too sick for Scott Pilgrim :(

Ended up watching SLIDERS! Oh man I loved that show. Rembrant Brown was the shit. And I always thought the professor was actually Luciano Poveratti (however you spell it). They are GD twins...well I guess not anymore, but yes.

I despise traffic. I hate how you drive. I would like to win the lottery and build a fucking highway just for me. If only you people could understand how I drive then drive like me. Things would be so much easier, for both of us. This douche was driving behind me and on me like he was my sexual partner. And he was most definitely not. So what I did was slow down to anger him. He then passed me and I gave him my patented dirty look. Assclown. It's raining do you have to be a dick? Yes? Then GET OUT OF MY WAY. It's cool. I'm ok now.

This past week I've either been working or driving to work or somewhere. I think I've actually spent less time sleeping than I have working. SWEET LORD! Something is not right!

Lastly, I've decided to apply for clerk positions, because I'm fucking ace at organizing and filing. It is mindless, simple and pays ridiculous well. Hopefully I can sell my book, make money then not live at home anymore. A girl can dream.

overtired girlfriend

It's my Friday night special. Worked at both jobs then I whisked myself away to glorious Flint. Soon I'll be watching Scott Pilgrim vs. the World starring Jason Schwartzman and that kid who broke my friends heart. Little bastard.

I also plan on drinking enough to not feel my face, but not enough that I puke everywhere. Preferably no where, but I'll take just somewhere.

I'm also completely ok with going to bed at 7pm and sleeping until noon tomorrow. Sweet god if only the sleep I got the last six months was cumulative so I didn't have to sleep now or you know when I work not be as exhausted. Now allow me to mention AGAIN 13 hours Wednesday, 9 hours Thursday and a measly 7 today. Whatever a-holes I did a fucking 52 work hour week so eat a dick. I can complain ALL I want; I believe I deserve it.

Yay money. It better be such a sexy paycheck I'll want to seduce it.

mature e-mailer

Sometimes I find it necessary to e-amil people I know I should not. I'm still not 100% on why I do it, but I know I always hope they respond. Even if it's a god fuck yourself. No response, just makes them dicks. That's my stance. I worked too many hours at the moment for anything more than this. So if I e-mail you, don't be a dickbag, just respond you fucks.

overworked woman

Up at 6.45 at work by 8. Filing that crazy wankers files until about 4.30. THEN I go to the retail job. 5.30-10.30. I got to help take products from a skid and put them on the sales floor AFTER the store closed. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Now, you see I like money. And I have a respectable about of debt. Some may say awe-worthy. I digress, don't mind working like a work horse because I haven't in SO fucking long, but I've never worked over 50 hours in one week. That's a serious fucking record for me. I have Friday night and ALL of Saturday off (they want workers who can sell products working on the most important of purchasing days). Going to the boyfriends where I plan on seeing a movie (Scott Pilgrim with my lover Jason Schwartzman (rrwooorr) and drinking until I no longer feel the pain in my back, feet or face. Should be fun!

hip hop lover?

I don't know how or why it came, but my god I can't get enough hip hop. I can understand Ludacris. Like WTF? It's good too. It's fun and I dance in my car. You can play it loud and not have to think. Yay fun. I'm gonna blame it on my singular road trip down to the south of Ohio. I don't know any stations down there and put it on whatever came through the best. Then I heard my favourite new song. OMG. I'm such a turd, but I seriously love that song. I remember the Usher craze back in high school. I was past my hip hop phase at that point (meaning I had my fill of Boyz II Men and TLC for a bit) and thought he was shit. Whatever I was getting into Phantom Planet by then and then there was no stopping me. Back to my point, hip hop is fucking fun. Jesus. I remember they use to pump it in the streets of South Korea (coming out of stores) one day me, Cecelia and Mel just had a dance party to I 'think' Eminem. Shit that was fun.

organizational nut

I was hired to organize, not re-organize an entire office full of papers. Every KIND of paper. There were papers in one folder and the same in another. It has made my head full of pain. And my heart heavy. I got through half a filing cabinet. It had 4 pull out drawers. I GOT THROUGH TWO IN SEVEN HOURS. Now, I'm very diligent when it comes to work and I feel as thought this project will never ever end. Soon as you 'think' you've finished BAM three different files go in there and the ones you did are outdated. FUN!

abortive agent

Work is easy and hard. I understand computers and the gist of shit, but when you are asking me specifics I have no idea. Shit I've had like five shift, like 3-4 hours each and every time I was 'training' the person showing me was either telling me don't do what I'm doing or so busy that they had me help out customers. So I asked a good 10 questions during my shift right. Which is a lot I'm sure when everyone there has been working long enough to know everything. Every time I go home this one guy, who is great says, "You did good today." I really think I don't, but it's lovely that he's so nice. The other guy there I told him I owe him because I think he got the most of my questions today. So yes I have begun to feel like a waste and I don't like it. Mostly because I'm trying and yet seem to fail when it comes to selling 'the big stuff'. Blerg. And tomorrow I'll be working two jobs for two weeks. Which is a plus for cash money and a sad minus for sleep and a non-bitchy woman.

pissy consumer

So I took the last Sinutab with codiene today. It was fantastic. It worked so good that I made me slightly out of it. Which was worth getting rid of the sinus pain in my face. Seeing as the last 3-4 days it felt as though my sinuses not only wanted to burst out of my face, but after do a soft shoe on it, I was more than happy to take this pill.

I was asked to go grocery shopping, which on a Saturday is a death wish. Yet, I did it. It went pretty quickly but soon I was at the register. WHO should I see in front of me, but the local car dealer turned commercial star of his own commercials, Mr. Racchiot. Jerry curl and all. I almost said Love you commercials, but honestly I was out of it. If I was any sort of myself I'd have told him to put me IN his commercial. Anywho, I ended up listening to the cashier and they lady bagging my groceries bitch about a fellow worker. No usually I could give less of a shit, BUT they made the comment she was late, then said she's in school for PSW; then the bagger claimed her daughter reads better than her and that the people she's suppose to take care of would probably be taking care of her. Now you see I have been gossiped about at work before, by old bitches who were pissed off that I was attempting to better my life and save me from retail hell (see how well that turned out). I digress, I found it rude not only because we live in a small ass town, but to get those cunts in trouble. C'mon if you're gonna gossip don't do it in front of people who MIGHT know her. Dumbasses. If I had actually known the girl and liked her; there would have been words to say the least.

So the moron who apparently ran the store told me he when he shops he doesn't want to hear that too. Well that's nice, I'm just saying that's it's rude and really have tact. He repeated himself twice. It's not like I was looking for free shit, honestly I just thought they were cunts and should be treated as such. I go there enough that I'm sure if I gave a shit I would you know not go to them, but I have NO idea who the fuck they were nor do I care. Just don't talk shit to me in front of people. At least I have the balls to say it to you face. Even if I shouldn't.

neurotic ex

Special edition today.

I have recently found out some weird things about my ex. This has caused unnecessary neurosis. Without giving it all away, I found out he's gone far away to aid his father in a massive change. Yet, I can't help to think that he is in this far off place doing disgusting things with whatever will take his money. Luckily the only thing I feel is disgust for me; for ever letting someone like him touch me. Hopefully the remainder of my lifetime avoiding him will pay off and I can only be disgusted when I have to hear things about him.