Today was my last day of work at Einstein's, ever. I think if I wasn't so tired and in so much physical pain I'd know exactly how I feel about this. I mean, it was a good day. If I wasn't hurting so much, I'd probably be able to write about it more too, but .. no. I hate my period. Boo, period. Anyway. I picked Christine up for work this morning ( ( Read more... )

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Could this possibly be my second Puta-free night in a row? Or does the fact that I just asked/wrote that at all completely negate any possibility that Stephen will go another whole night without calling and/or sleeping over ( Read more... )

я никогда не теряла бы тебя для него.

He says he'll be here a little bit before midnight.

As these kinds of things seem to sneak up on me whenever I'm not paying attention, I'll go ahead and write about what's happened thus far, in the hopes that if I do that things will maybe just STOP. Seriously - I thought to myself, "Wow. Stephen has hardly any impact on my life anymore .. this is great." It was so unexpected .. almost as though he ( Read more... )

Wahoo! Here I am at five in the morning, since Einstein's now opens at 05.30. Because 06.00 just *isn't* early enough. Damn you, Starbucks, this is your fault! Oh wells. Hehe. Masooo is going to be my cashier buddy today, cuz he's covering for Jessie! That kid is good times. Puta's not working, and Ryan is. Today is gonnabe good times ( Read more... )

Wow, EFF. I worked a grand total of 15 hours this week. SHIT. Stacked up against my six consecutive 40-hours weeks I dragged myself through during April/May, it was quite a shock. This is how it happened ( Read more... )

I thought you guys would enjoy hearing some messages .. since you've heard so much about Ryan over the past nine months, and since you'll probably eventually hear a lot about Stephen.

01 - dirtyslut.mp3 12 November 2005 ( Read more... )

This is what it says on the inside of my Hershey's chocolate bar. It doesn't sound like judgement at all, right? WOW ( Read more... )