Saturday, March 27, 2004
Gettin' My Move On

We move tomorrow. I don't know when we'll be able to have internet access again, so this could be goodbye for a spell. I know, I know, I've just bummed BOTH of my readers out. So be it. I still love you.


Thursday, March 25, 2004
Because I'm Sick of Packing...

From an email:

"Dear Customer,

As someone who has purchased urban-themed products, we thought you might like to know that Never Die Alone, starring DMX and David Arquette, is now in theaters..."
Was it the "Daft Punk" album or the baby books for my nieces/nephews that have me dubbed as "urban"?

Dear Jeff Bezos,

Word for sendin' that fly-ass Maisy book to my crib, yo. That was some crazy shit.

Fo shizzle,



Yet Again

The guy I interviewed with a week or so ago posted again that he is looking for someone to fill that position.

I only call once, man. After that, he can keep the job, cause I aint offerin.


Mor-on the Moving Front

We had to borrow money (well, the boy had to borrow money) from his mom to pay the deposit on the electric bill just so we could have electricity. We both are at the end of our finances. I mean, he isn't making a lot, which we've gotten pretty used to, but my nice fat emergency money cushion is down the drain as well. We can't afford things, like food and gasoline (although a girl has to get to work) so we're living on pretty much nothing. Last night's dinner, really nasty hotdogs and chili that's been in that can for at least 3 years. Oh, and popcorn (again).

Don't get me wrong, I'm not all "woe is me" and crap like that. Everybody goes through this, and it's been like this for us before. It's just way harder this time because everything is going to cost me so much more, the student loan payments are coming due, and I've got loads to sell on Ebay but we may not have internet access to do so.

Hopefully all the good karma I've been earning will come back and gimmie a high-five or something.


Good Morning, Sunshine

I woke up this morning, my arm asleep, head hurting and having to pee like I hadn't gone in weeks. The cute-in-the-morning evil sidekick (aka. Boy Wonder) was lying there rubbing the dead arm and gently sliding his hand across my belly.

"Don't touch the belly! You'll make me pee!"

"I'm just being sweet."

"No, seriously, I will wet the bed!"


"Gah - why are you still rubbing it?"

"Because I want you to pee."

Men. Sheesh.


Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Ludicrous Speed

Apartment things:
  • New phone service? Check.
  • Borrowed the funds for the electricity deposit (of 180 bucks. damn you Arizona). Check.
  • Secured lamps, bed, dresser? Check.
  • Packed up nearly everything we have? Almost check.
  • Determined moving day? No friggin' clue.
  • Things alright with the roommate? Check. Not even a little.
  • Bought a few last minute things (ice cube trays and silverware organizer)? Check.
  • Figured out how to afford this? uhhh...


Sunday, March 21, 2004
It's Official

We got an apartment. It's cute, affordable, and we got a steal on the move-in costs. Thank God, I was starting to think I'd have to move in with my father again.

Yay!! We move in there in 11 days!

But most importantly, I get to feel like a grown-up again.


Saturday, March 20, 2004
le' Sigh

Let the records show that today is the day I stopped giving a shit.


Friday, March 19, 2004
Great Googly Moogly

She's just gone from suck to blow (or to ludicrous speed, whichever your fancy).

Well, I emailed AND called the guy I interviewed with, was a total ass-kiss, and he never got back to me. So, no great second job, and I'm still only barely making my bills. STRIKE ONE.

Our roommate, who is generally a pretty mellow, nice guy, seems to be pretty irritated with us and the move etcetc. Originally I had found someone to move in here in our place (which would have changed the rent my roommate pays from 1/3 to 1/2, but whatever) so that my roommate wouldn't have to pay ALL of it for the remaining 2 months of his lease. Well, apparantly he's gotten a gigantic insect up his ass because today his first words were "You need to get your shit out by the first." or something equally as pleasant. So, we now have to be out in a week and a half. STRIKE TWO.

The apartment we were going to get in THIS VERY SAME complex, just a building over (we were going to drop off the apps today) won't be available until the 7th. So basically, we'd have to haul all of our "shit" somewhere to store it for a week, and then haul it AGAIN, BACK TO THE SAME COMPLEX. That is painfully absurd. So, we have yet another last minute apartment search tomorrow, and a weekend full of more if this one doesn't pan out. As of right now, we just may be screwed. STRIKE THREE.

Seriously fate, what the hell did I ever do to you? Well, at least we'll be getting a kitty.


Wednesday, March 17, 2004
I Gots Da Billz, but Them Skillz Ain't Payin' Fo Shizzle.

Is it a bad sign when a job from a message board you interviewed for is posted again TWICE, both times AFTER you had your interview?

Hmmm... it's damn good money though. Perhaps I'll drop an email anyway.


Tuesday, March 16, 2004

I just killed a mosquito in our bathroom with the Boyfriend's towel. This made me realize a few things...

  • I single-handedly may have just have wiped out the entire mosquito population in Arizona.
  • I WASN'T imagining that my thigh was being bitten by some revolting insect, as I convulsed and contorted and scratched.
  • Not all mosquitos are filled with blood, unless the Boyfriend's towel took care of it.
  • Thank God it didn't take flight whilst I was peeing and bite something important.
  • Mosquitos hold as much respect as crunchy bugs, and we all know how I feel about those creepy bastards.


Monday, March 15, 2004

Note to self: The way out of feeling like you are too old is NOT to remind yourself that you will be 29 this year, and that once you hit that, the only place to go is 30.


Home is Where the Fart is

Unfortunately, with evolution comes deconstruction, devastation, rebirth and regrowth. My cycle in this apartment has gone from phase 1 to phase 2 within the last 3-4 days. It has been referred to as a "party house". I have never, ever lived in one, because I am one of THOSE people who needs to be able to not have people over EVERY SINGLE SECOND. Man.

We have the drummer staying here (since January 7) which is FINE, really. I mean, what else is a guy to do. And he has his own room since my roommate is staying with his girly half. But, in the past few weeks, it seems that there are usually 1-4 EXTRA people here, besides the 3 of us. I come home, and there are people. I go to bed, and they come in the front door. I wake up, and sometimes they are on the couch. People, everywhere. I don't mind much, because I'm nice like that. I offer food, drink, pillows, blankets... but sometimes I just want to come home and have a nice, clean apartment and a quiet, cute boyfriend sitting on the couch.

Soon, he says, very soon.

Meanwhile I'm going from panic attack to weeping fits. I feel so TRAPPED. Like this isn't my place anymore, but like I'm the one crashing here. I can't recognize my independence and my sanctuary so I clean and clean and cry and cry.

I can't do this anymore.

Soon, he says, very soon.


Sunday, March 14, 2004
Can't Say I Ever Missed You

What a strange weekend so far.

It all started Friday. The plan was to go to work, stop by the bank and Goodwill on the way home (to get some new duds!) and then get home by 6:30, where Boy Wonder was going to have a great stirfry dinner waiting. We would eat and then head down to his band's show down in Ahwatukee at 7:45ish.

Here's what actually happened:

I got up (late) for work and had to stop in the morning so I got there about 10 instead of closer to 9 like I had hoped. Our paychecks were wrong, so I didn't get out of there until a hair after 5. I decided to skip the bank (because now I'm running low on time), and just go to Goodwill. This actually took WAY longer than I thought, because I found a few good things. Well, and the fact that I left my lights on and had to WALK to get jumper cables and then track down someone who could jump it. Trust me - walking up to people in a Goodwill parking lot just smacks of "homeless", so I got the wary eyes more than once. Thankfully a very kind Hispanic man who spoke only chards of English took care of it. (Thank you!) So, I finally walk in the door at 7:45 (gasp wheeze) and scarf down a now cold stirfry dinner (still good though!) and make myself presentable and we left by like 8:15.

Yeah, and THAT was only Friday. Yesterday was uneventful and boring, which is fine. Today, I wake up and check my email. There it is. An email from someone I used to know (I'll link when I actually finish my archives). Basically, we met, dug each other, "hung out" once or twice, and then he stopped calling. I ended up calling him and chewing him a new one (or at least, was pretty rude) and then we were nice and cordial from that point on (however there DEFINATELY was no more of that "hanging out"). Let's just say I remember the incident(s), because I had a similar one less than a month later (it was a phase people, move along) and so I remember THAT it happened and WHY it happened, not WHAT happened, really. But now I get an email. It doesn't make me all misty or anything, it's frankly just weird. It's been nearly 2 years, and he was a nice guy, but WE'VE BEEN THERE. You really don't go back from that point, and now that I'm with the boy I will probably spend my forever with, even REPLYING would be ackward.

Good morning, sunshine.

Jesus. I hadn't even had my coffee yet.


Thursday, March 11, 2004
Wasting away again in Margaritaville

It's been over 90 degrees here in Phoenix for the past 3 days. The boys brought home margarita fixins, chips, and with the vat of salsa in the fridge, it's going to be a very fun evening.


Holy tequila, Batman. Seriously. Nearly a full FOUR sheets. It's been a long time, old friend. Up to Magsarita Number 5...


Apparantly, 5 of us singing and playing guitar on the back porch is a BAD idea - yeah, stupid yelling girl who told us to "Shut up, I'm trying to study!", get a life. You aren't a student, or else you'd be at the LIBRARY. And stop making all that racket, shit.


Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
Monday, March 01, 2004
Boys are Weird

Now that I have 2 boy roommates, I have learned some valuable lessons:
  • No amount of toilet paper will EVER be enough.
  • The coffee table, dining room table, living room, kitchen counter, and every other flat surface in the entire apartment are WAAAAYYY better for displaying everything you own. Unfortunately, your own bedroom is not good for that AT ALL.
  • Glasses are meant to be scattered, then "corralled" by the woman of the house when she does dishes.
  • A full-sized bed is aptly named. It is sized just large enough where we fill it to capacity.
  • No matter how many times you refold a towel, it ends up in a ball on the rack anyway.
  • It is truly possible to produce penicillin in the refrigerator.
  • You can fill up an entire day with a whole bunch of nothing.
  • Just because the frozen fish is 12/$3.00, does not mean it's a deal.
  • Hot sauce makes everything better.
Oh, and the best thing I heard today:

(Boy-wonder, about a strip club stop during deliveries today)
"Oh no, those strippers weren't crappy at all."