Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I have a confession to make, internet.

I should be working right now, but I'm not.

I've put in 11 hours today with my 2 (plus side projects) jobs, so I frankly decided I should just stop tonight. Really. I'm up to 38 hours already this week, with at least 2 more 10+ hour days and whatever I can get done Saturday. I KNOW. This is why you haven't heard a peep. This is why Tim does not have his new header (he will - eventually. This pace will end in a couple weeks...) This is why I haven't mentioned that I will be the big 20-10 in 2 weeks and that I don't like that one bit.

Oh please.

Part of me is all like "Fuck yeah! Bring it on, thirty. I OWN you." The other part? Not so much.




A really great reader mentioned me putting up my Amazon wish list, and I don't know exactly how I feel about that. I mean, that's so generous to even request it, let alone contemplate buying anything from it... I guess my only hang up is I don't want to ever be, or be perceived as, THAT girl who reminds and reminds about her birthday to get free shit. I am SO not that girl. I'm completely content with a "Hey old maid! Nice fucking support hose, Grandma!" on my birthday. I guess I may put it up, we'll see.

Sassy Hotpants and I are fabulous, by the way. I won't see him until after Birthday Suit day, but that works out just fine. These days, life has been a total bitch to my skin, sleeping schedule, and eating habits. God knows that I don't need him to see me like this just yet. I'm saving this for HIS birthday hehhe. But yeah - we are completely awesome. I snagged me a SuperFox, and that's ok in my book.


Tuesday, November 22, 2005
All. She... Wants. Is.

A damn nap.

For real.

I've been running on fumes for pretty much 2-3 weeks straight. When I do get to get away, it ends up putting me so far behind that I come back relaxed yet not rested but doubly stressed once I get back to "Real life".

Egads, man.

Seriously - the next 2 nights are near all-nighters, and I'll be lucky if I get one damn thing accomplished.

Hooray for getting a shit-ton of hours at both jobs.

Boo for making jack shit per hour at both jobs.

All I can hope for is that my turkey gets stuffed this Thanksgiving, as this is the last time there will be company until after my birthday.

High five for stuffing!


Friday, November 11, 2005
Wee Hours

The knock on my door at this hour made me hesitiate. Was the television's hum waking the house? Was the light pouring under the door disturbing their slumber?

Unfortunately it was neither, and that's the part I will not forget.

I saw her tonight. Called her "Sleeping Beauty" and "One Tough Broad". I held her hand and I kissed her forehead and I told her that I loved her.

I didn't get that opportunity with my dad's mother, so I am so glad I got it with her.

She has been so very peaceful the past few days, and I've made the point to stop over almost every day to see her.

I regretted staying away once before, and I am infinately thankful I didn't make the same mistake twice.

You are already missed, le' moon, but the legacy and the example you have set for the rest of us will outlive us all. Goodnight, my Sleeping Beauty. Sleep tight.


Monday, November 07, 2005
Smallish Hiatus-ish

My grandmother is not doing so well. The words "one to two weeks" have been said. I am emotionally unavailable.

I am painfully, frighteningly busy. So busy, in fact, that I'm probably going to have to turn down a $25/hour side project (ouch!) because I am unable to actually stuff more hours into the day. I am physically spent.

I have been looking forward to this wonderful weekend with the boy for nearly a month, and as selfish as it sounds, I really, really need it. Unfortunately, as much as that part of me doesn't want to be too far away, the other part of me is screaming to leave. I am torn between the guilt of selfishness and the freedom of getting away.

Honestly, I'm so stuck I can hardly move, and it is slowly tearing me to pieces. I'll be back when I have something more positive to say.


Thursday, November 03, 2005
Ok, ok, my Halloween Post!

You all recall my costume, and it was really, really hot. My "bloomers" had Toto in a sweater on one cheek for me, and a handstitched little bone for the boy. The shoes were in full glitter, and they had ribbons to tie them on.

We met at his mom's house, and since she's only met me a few times, I had slight concerns that she'd wonder who this hooker was who was dating her son, but turns out it was a hit. When we met up with friends later I got the same reception... I think referring to myself as "Whore-othy" was the kicker.

The party, well the party was kinda blah, but we drank our faces off and had a good time with our friends. The boy was quite content to keep his hands on Toto, which was fine by me, and I spent much of the evening pulling my dress down and smuggling jello shots in my cleavage.

We ended up bailing and heading to a bar where Dorothy shot some pretty decent pool and seemed to impress some other guys with all of the "bending over". Whoops! heh. I knew my ass would make some appearances tonight. It so did.

As for the rest of the evening, all I can say is that I am a) definately keeping this costume b) wearing it again and c) next time "forgetting" the bloomers.


Oh, and photos to come.


Wednesday, November 02, 2005
And across the lands, a mighty gagging was heard...

I think I have the best boyfriend, well, EVER.

Man. If I were any more schmoopy right now, I'd be a puddle on the floor.

If this keeps up, I'm totally keeping him, even to the point of FOREVER.



Tuesday, November 01, 2005
In the meantime
  • I'm so buried in my work that I'm lucky to get 5 hours of sleep a night.
  • I consume coffee like it's air - really hot, stinky, creamy air.
  • I keep nodding off at work (for like a split second), only to shake myself awake, grumble loudly, and then go refill my coffee.
  • I honestly have to (constantly) look at my calendar to know what fucking day it is.
  • I cant even focus long enough to fully pee.
  • This post is taking me a really long time because I keep forgetting what it is that I keep forgetting.
  • Coffee should be available in UberCaff.
  • Twitchy and overtired is not a good color on me.
  • I regret taking this on, and the money is hardly even worth it.
  • I really can't wait to wake up in the same bed as Grouchy "Late Riser" McCrankerton next weekend because he smiles when he sleeps.
  • Apparantly so do I.


Cant Hardly Wait

A week from Friday I'm headed down to Chitown to spend one damn fine weekend with the boy, and to go see not only my pals in Freshwater Collins, but Flickerstick as well.

Seriously - that's like a threefer right there. I just may never come home.