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It seems like it's time for another update.
I was originally planning to go to Memphis with some True Blood fangirls for a little meetup. Unfortunately, it seems that it just isn't going to happen. However, all is well because I had already decided that I was going to Memphis this year, and I had already asked wickedoll if she wanted to go with me, and I went ahead and booked a room off Beale Street for the weekend of the 11th. After staying in the French Quarter last year, we should be feeling right at home. I'd love to go back to New Orleans this year but, it might have to wait until next.
Apparently her meds are off... again. This is the transcript from the messages left over the weekend.
I want my money... all of it. *Name* took my money that was my back pay. Supposed to get production pay for 2 1/2 years.. He's got my money down there in that bank shuffling her to there trying to pay off his mafia bills. He can't do that on me. I didn't write those checks. I already called the District Attorney. I don't think he believed me. *mumble mumble* 20 trillion dollars *mumble mumble* $150,000 a day. I'll get this straightened out. I need for them to sue *mental hospital* for $1.6 million ‘cause I worked for 2 1/2 years and that's my back pay. I've been working here 7 years now and ain't received a god damn dime.
My money is not supposed to be in their (I think she means the bosses but I'm not completely sure) account. We've (We who?) already got proof that it is. I'm not paying no trillion dollars for them to fuck over me like this. I did not curse nobody when he called up here bellyaching to my administrator like a spoiled child. I've got the OBA on you (she addressed the message to ME personally) and I mean, it's gonna work. I'm gonna tear you apart because he's done this before. He's gonna pay or else he's gonna be dead.
That man has 20 trillion dollars of mine... plus... and I want it. Today (Sunday) or else I will be there on Monday morning and it won't be pretty. I need my weed.
It's Tuesday around 11 a.m. and I haven't seen her yet. Darn... I was hoping she'd escape and show up here so I could call the cops on her and we'd have reason to put a Restraining Order on her.
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I'm on Day 16 of the 30 Day bootcamp. In total (during bootcamp), I have dropped 2 jeans sizes, 1 shirt size and 1 underwear size (that's new). I have learned that I feel better and I'm in a much better mood during the day after working out in the morning. I've also learned that my body is not really as keen about getting into shape as my brain is.
The first week, my shins hurt so bad while I was running I thought I was going to die. Now, my knees are protesting. Sunday, I went out to play frisbee with the boys and my knees were bothering me so I couldn't run without pain. Yesterday morning, I limped through my run. This morning was better. My knees were not 100% but okay during my run but jumping was so not on. Since Sunday night, I've been wearing Icy Hot patches and taking ibuprofen. I don't plan on injuring myself but I'm not giving up on account of a little pain either.
It might be a while before I sign up for one of these things again (because I really hate leaving my house at 0515) but, I'm over halfway through.
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I was originally planning to go to Memphis with some True Blood fangirls for a little meetup. Unfortunately, it seems that it just isn't going to happen. However, all is well because I had already decided that I was going to Memphis this year, and I had already asked wickedoll if she wanted to go with me, and I went ahead and booked a room off Beale Street for the weekend of the 11th. After staying in the French Quarter last year, we should be feeling right at home. I'd love to go back to New Orleans this year but, it might have to wait until next.
Apparently her meds are off... again. This is the transcript from the messages left over the weekend.
I want my money... all of it. *Name* took my money that was my back pay. Supposed to get production pay for 2 1/2 years.. He's got my money down there in that bank shuffling her to there trying to pay off his mafia bills. He can't do that on me. I didn't write those checks. I already called the District Attorney. I don't think he believed me. *mumble mumble* 20 trillion dollars *mumble mumble* $150,000 a day. I'll get this straightened out. I need for them to sue *mental hospital* for $1.6 million ‘cause I worked for 2 1/2 years and that's my back pay. I've been working here 7 years now and ain't received a god damn dime.
My money is not supposed to be in their (I think she means the bosses but I'm not completely sure) account. We've (We who?) already got proof that it is. I'm not paying no trillion dollars for them to fuck over me like this. I did not curse nobody when he called up here bellyaching to my administrator like a spoiled child. I've got the OBA on you (she addressed the message to ME personally) and I mean, it's gonna work. I'm gonna tear you apart because he's done this before. He's gonna pay or else he's gonna be dead.
That man has 20 trillion dollars of mine... plus... and I want it. Today (Sunday) or else I will be there on Monday morning and it won't be pretty. I need my weed.
It's Tuesday around 11 a.m. and I haven't seen her yet. Darn... I was hoping she'd escape and show up here so I could call the cops on her and we'd have reason to put a Restraining Order on her.
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I'm on Day 16 of the 30 Day bootcamp. In total (during bootcamp), I have dropped 2 jeans sizes, 1 shirt size and 1 underwear size (that's new). I have learned that I feel better and I'm in a much better mood during the day after working out in the morning. I've also learned that my body is not really as keen about getting into shape as my brain is.
The first week, my shins hurt so bad while I was running I thought I was going to die. Now, my knees are protesting. Sunday, I went out to play frisbee with the boys and my knees were bothering me so I couldn't run without pain. Yesterday morning, I limped through my run. This morning was better. My knees were not 100% but okay during my run but jumping was so not on. Since Sunday night, I've been wearing Icy Hot patches and taking ibuprofen. I don't plan on injuring myself but I'm not giving up on account of a little pain either.
It might be a while before I sign up for one of these things again (because I really hate leaving my house at 0515) but, I'm over halfway through.
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