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this is going to be an entry of great insight into the life of erika grover and julie ouellette.
we are completely and totally in love still... and just liike always... we're fucking inseperable. i still have never slept a night not with her. we've shared each sleep together.
so... we're kind of nocternal. which is par for the course because i work 6-midnights or 7-1 most nights at cold stone. and yesterday i quit my job at hot topic because that place is a fucking joke. seriously. i'm not all about stereotypical people, or people dressing one way. i sold the EXACT same look to like 4 different teen aged girls in one day. seriously... the same "out fit" if you will. thats stupid. but that's what they want me to do. that was my job. i'm not about uniforming this cuture, and being superficial. i'm not about scamming people on their sales. grrr. it's so against what i stand for. so that place is out of my life.
anyway. cold stone creamery is a lot of fun. i am the power house "X Factor".... which means... i'm fucking crazy behind the stone. mixing ice cream and making every crack up around me. and unlike hot topic, the people i work with are brilliant. salt of the earth, amazing and open communicative individuals. it's a huge bonus to the work atomosphere. and if anyone knows me, even just a little bit, communication is my pet-peeve.
erika was working at Denny's in portland for a while. she was a dish washer on the grave yard shift, which was convenient, because when i get out of work at 12:30-1ish, the closing shift and i would head over there and talk over a cup of coffee and grover would would take her half with us. then typically, i'd go home, get some food going for us, chill out with my hound dog, and when she'd get home, we'd smoke the ganja and laugh until we cry with uncle gay. then get to bed around 4am. THEN do it all over again.
but since yesterday, she's quit Denny's and is no employed at the United Stated Postal Service on Forest Ave. with my parents. ha! how funny is that. of course she had to quit smoking grass for a week to pass her piss test, which was a success. so it's all set.
thursday night around 10:30ish, we got home from our 3 day camping/canouing excursion! it was fucking awesome. we went with 4 other folk that i work with at cold stone. Heather and Mike. (heather is like my best friend down here in southern maine. we're pretty much exactly a like. minus the physical.) and Mike is the sweetest boy ever and this trip with guided by him. Ryan and Cesar came a long as well. they also work with me. we had so much fun. chain smoking by the camp fire, and canouing 20 miles down the great Saco River. the fucking time of my life. so many stories to tell, so little time... did i mention that erika and i were on our periods while camping. that was interesting.
anyway, i've been typing while our new box color has been sitting in our hair. and time's up. we must rinse. until next time. ta.
ps: hearing about everyone going back aup to UMF this month, has made me realize how happy i am to NOT be going back to the fucking piece of shit on a map. i'm thoroughly over it. the best thing about UMF was the people who didn't suck big fat hairy balls. the few very cool cats that make my life a little sunnier inside.
(jb, nj, eg, mg, cm, bob/keith, ms, EG!, sn, clark...lol, and others.) xoxox good luck guys!
we are completely and totally in love still... and just liike always... we're fucking inseperable. i still have never slept a night not with her. we've shared each sleep together.
so... we're kind of nocternal. which is par for the course because i work 6-midnights or 7-1 most nights at cold stone. and yesterday i quit my job at hot topic because that place is a fucking joke. seriously. i'm not all about stereotypical people, or people dressing one way. i sold the EXACT same look to like 4 different teen aged girls in one day. seriously... the same "out fit" if you will. thats stupid. but that's what they want me to do. that was my job. i'm not about uniforming this cuture, and being superficial. i'm not about scamming people on their sales. grrr. it's so against what i stand for. so that place is out of my life.
anyway. cold stone creamery is a lot of fun. i am the power house "X Factor".... which means... i'm fucking crazy behind the stone. mixing ice cream and making every crack up around me. and unlike hot topic, the people i work with are brilliant. salt of the earth, amazing and open communicative individuals. it's a huge bonus to the work atomosphere. and if anyone knows me, even just a little bit, communication is my pet-peeve.
erika was working at Denny's in portland for a while. she was a dish washer on the grave yard shift, which was convenient, because when i get out of work at 12:30-1ish, the closing shift and i would head over there and talk over a cup of coffee and grover would would take her half with us. then typically, i'd go home, get some food going for us, chill out with my hound dog, and when she'd get home, we'd smoke the ganja and laugh until we cry with uncle gay. then get to bed around 4am. THEN do it all over again.
but since yesterday, she's quit Denny's and is no employed at the United Stated Postal Service on Forest Ave. with my parents. ha! how funny is that. of course she had to quit smoking grass for a week to pass her piss test, which was a success. so it's all set.
thursday night around 10:30ish, we got home from our 3 day camping/canouing excursion! it was fucking awesome. we went with 4 other folk that i work with at cold stone. Heather and Mike. (heather is like my best friend down here in southern maine. we're pretty much exactly a like. minus the physical.) and Mike is the sweetest boy ever and this trip with guided by him. Ryan and Cesar came a long as well. they also work with me. we had so much fun. chain smoking by the camp fire, and canouing 20 miles down the great Saco River. the fucking time of my life. so many stories to tell, so little time... did i mention that erika and i were on our periods while camping. that was interesting.
anyway, i've been typing while our new box color has been sitting in our hair. and time's up. we must rinse. until next time. ta.
ps: hearing about everyone going back aup to UMF this month, has made me realize how happy i am to NOT be going back to the fucking piece of shit on a map. i'm thoroughly over it. the best thing about UMF was the people who didn't suck big fat hairy balls. the few very cool cats that make my life a little sunnier inside.
(jb, nj, eg, mg, cm, bob/keith, ms, EG!, sn, clark...lol, and others.) xoxox good luck guys!