Friday, April 30, 2004
 
San Angie-as Fault

I think my intestines just hit the big one. Since about 10:30 last night, there has been so much churning that I should be able to actually create butter. Oh, and the nausea. Let's not forget about that, shall we?

Hopefully I'll get a full digestive secession by this afternoon. I don't need food. Even water is the devil right now. That's fine too. Just GO AWAY belly. We are SO not friends anymore.



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Tuesday, April 27, 2004
 
Adriaaaaaaan

The furrball has arrived.

He is VERY lovable, terribly chatty, and brought with him some damn fine allergy attacks for his fabulous owner. Man. Let's just say I look like Rocky at the end movie with the swollen eye and the battered face. And today was "Going out and interviewing" day.

Yeah, right.



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Friday, April 23, 2004
 
Holy Hell Batman

So...

I am now the proud owner of a very adorable, sweet kitty. His name is Rollie, and I think I'm not going to change it because Rollie is seriously the coolest name EVER. I mean, Rollie Fingers - that MOUSTACHE. Man! The woman who has the kitty right now is even getting the cute boy fixed for me. Sweeeeeet.

Oh, and I don't know how, but I can make my rent. There were no pigs involved, whatsoever.

Now if my car can just make it to the gas station without running out of gas...



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Wednesday, April 21, 2004
 
Bitch, Bitch, Bitch

Apparantly I'm not meant to have a kitty. FOUR have either been adopted out from under me or their owners decided to blow me off. Too bad they don't know that I'm like the best animal mom EVER, and I won't even dress the kitty up or call her "Princess" or anything.

Oh, and the probability of me making rent this month is equivilant to the probability that pigs will actually sprout wings and proceed to fly out my ass.

Yes. Pigs. Wings. Ass. You heard me right. And if it happens, I may need some time alone.



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Monday, April 19, 2004
 
As If I Weren't Crying Enough Lately...

Jesus, Nick. You sure now how to make my heart hurt even more.



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Saturday, April 17, 2004
 
Bored Stiff

You know, lady, either email me or call me so I can come look at the kitty and possibly bring it home. I'm by myself here, and I'm going absolutely nuts. I could really use more of an adventure because, frankly, the 99cent Only store really didn't "do it" for me.



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Friday, April 16, 2004
 
And.

Oh, and while I'm at it, I need to give God a big high-five on making sure I picked the SOFT kleenex from the store. In the divine infinate wisdom, He must have seen this day coming a mile away.



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TGFS - Thank God For Saturday

I'm not in a good place today. BoyWonder left this morning for a month and a half tour, and with the events of the last evening, which I don't feel like talking about anymore, I am emotionally, mentally and physically drained. (And no, it's not like THAT. Seriously - it's probably SO far in the opposite direction from that dirty mind of yours, that I won't even go into it.)

The one thing that made me actually crack a smile:

While we were talking about life in general, he leans back and says

"My mom had me when she was 36, and that's why I'm retarded."

I love my silly boyfriend. I just am not so sure about anything else.



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Tuesday, April 06, 2004
 
Finally

More stories to come, but we have crappy dial-up and a new apartment. woo.



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