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I got like no sleep last night. Thank god for Caffeine.
I woke up this morning and I was like, "mmmm...my pillow is so soft...and squishy." and then I realized I had rolled over and was laying on Lilly's but again. I shouldn't be so hard on her. Since we have started to let her run around the house she has lost 1 1/2lbs. I'm proud of her....although she did pee on me again the other morning. I am not sure what that was about...but with the way her luck is running thin I rather her pee on me, who will forgive her, than pee anywhere else in the house, where others will not. *Knock on wood*
My Dad called my Mom to ask her if she'd pay to have me committed. I think she laughed at him and told him I needed Medicaid or something. She doesn't think I need in patient help any more...she just thinks I need someone to talk to at times, to go out and get a life, and to get laid. Yes. My mom has actually told me she thinks I need to go have sex. She thinks it will make me feel better or something.
I told Lindsey about the whole phone call my dad made to my mom and she laughed. I told her I wouldn't want to be locked away if I couldn't use the internet when I wanted. She smirked and told me I should do interviews. "What is your food like? Do you have comfy beds? Can I use the internet?" lol. She said that the only think is that I would have to deal with crazy people everyday. I said "Dude, I already deal with crazy people everyday." She admitted that that was a good point. I told her that I didn't think I wanted to be on a 'crazy' holiday or anything if I didn't have anyone to take care of Lilly for me. she told me to tell them that...and she was sure they would lock me away for sure. What is wrong with loving my kitty like a little baby?
Nothing much has happened. Really. I've been pretty bored. Maybe a little depressed though I can't figure out why. I've been taking my happy drugs. I think I really know I need and want a job, but am some how afraid of something. I will make plans to go out job hunting in the morning, but when the morning comes though my brain is screaming at me to get up, I somehow can't manage to get my body to move. I try but I am so afraid of something that I physically can't bring myself to get out of bed. My dad told me that I won't be able to face whatever it is staying in the house all day. I know that. But somehow it doesn't make it any easier.
Oh. I got a speeding ticket. I speed. Nothing new there. I felt bad when I told my dad. Not because I got the ticket, but because I know things are bad and money is tight at the moment. He was upset. But the next day our internet connection was shut off for most of the day. I love it how whenever I do anything stupid, my sister and/or her posse top it. Cassie (Baby's mama) had racked up a $400 phone bill in collect calls talking to her boyfriend and her father in jail. I am glad that wasn't my fault. And I'm glad our connection is up and running. I was so weird all that day. On-line is like my crack. lol. I need my daily fix.
I need to ask my sister to stop smoking around me. I started to cough last night and Lindsey's boyfriend, Mike, asked me if I smoke. It is pretty bad when you are getting a smokers cough and you don't even smoke.
Lindsey moved into her new house. It is really really awesome. But I think the basement is evil. I don't know. For some reason Lindsey, My sister, and I all have a weird fear of basements in general.
Lindsey, Mike and I are suppose to go to "Punk Rock" night next Saturday. I hope we do. I need to find a sexy punk/goth boy to make out with and chase away my blues.
I woke up this morning and I was like, "mmmm...my pillow is so soft...and squishy." and then I realized I had rolled over and was laying on Lilly's but again. I shouldn't be so hard on her. Since we have started to let her run around the house she has lost 1 1/2lbs. I'm proud of her....although she did pee on me again the other morning. I am not sure what that was about...but with the way her luck is running thin I rather her pee on me, who will forgive her, than pee anywhere else in the house, where others will not. *Knock on wood*
My Dad called my Mom to ask her if she'd pay to have me committed. I think she laughed at him and told him I needed Medicaid or something. She doesn't think I need in patient help any more...she just thinks I need someone to talk to at times, to go out and get a life, and to get laid. Yes. My mom has actually told me she thinks I need to go have sex. She thinks it will make me feel better or something.
I told Lindsey about the whole phone call my dad made to my mom and she laughed. I told her I wouldn't want to be locked away if I couldn't use the internet when I wanted. She smirked and told me I should do interviews. "What is your food like? Do you have comfy beds? Can I use the internet?" lol. She said that the only think is that I would have to deal with crazy people everyday. I said "Dude, I already deal with crazy people everyday." She admitted that that was a good point. I told her that I didn't think I wanted to be on a 'crazy' holiday or anything if I didn't have anyone to take care of Lilly for me. she told me to tell them that...and she was sure they would lock me away for sure. What is wrong with loving my kitty like a little baby?
Nothing much has happened. Really. I've been pretty bored. Maybe a little depressed though I can't figure out why. I've been taking my happy drugs. I think I really know I need and want a job, but am some how afraid of something. I will make plans to go out job hunting in the morning, but when the morning comes though my brain is screaming at me to get up, I somehow can't manage to get my body to move. I try but I am so afraid of something that I physically can't bring myself to get out of bed. My dad told me that I won't be able to face whatever it is staying in the house all day. I know that. But somehow it doesn't make it any easier.
Oh. I got a speeding ticket. I speed. Nothing new there. I felt bad when I told my dad. Not because I got the ticket, but because I know things are bad and money is tight at the moment. He was upset. But the next day our internet connection was shut off for most of the day. I love it how whenever I do anything stupid, my sister and/or her posse top it. Cassie (Baby's mama) had racked up a $400 phone bill in collect calls talking to her boyfriend and her father in jail. I am glad that wasn't my fault. And I'm glad our connection is up and running. I was so weird all that day. On-line is like my crack. lol. I need my daily fix.
I need to ask my sister to stop smoking around me. I started to cough last night and Lindsey's boyfriend, Mike, asked me if I smoke. It is pretty bad when you are getting a smokers cough and you don't even smoke.
Lindsey moved into her new house. It is really really awesome. But I think the basement is evil. I don't know. For some reason Lindsey, My sister, and I all have a weird fear of basements in general.
Lindsey, Mike and I are suppose to go to "Punk Rock" night next Saturday. I hope we do. I need to find a sexy punk/goth boy to make out with and chase away my blues.