I suppose this was inevitable:
Alright, I've twisted my arm behind my back too far, I have to post. *rolls eyes*
Well, my life? I know some are probably curious. I've been living with Mike for *thinks* a year and ... *thinks some more* *uses her fingers to count* 4 months. It has been great, but things are starting to irritate me beyond "turning the other cheek". We're moving out at the end of November into our own little apartment. I do mean little, for it is a studio loft. I cannot wait till we have our own place because his father is grating on my last nerve. And what a fine nerve that is right now.
SOOOO many things have happened in the last ... hell, 4 months. Well, for starters my car has a huge dent in the driver's side door. My manager backed out of the parking lot at work straight into my car, as I was already backing out and she didn't even look to see if anyone was there. Not to mention I honked my horn for a full 30 seconds before she hit me. Stupid cunt.
I bought new tires and wheels for my baby. She looks ten times better with the shiny wheels. I actually take better care of her now because she looks pretty. I feel sorry that she has the dent and I can't pay for it right now. I wash her as often as I can and keep her inside cleaner, too. ( I realize talking about my car like this is kind of disturbing...)
Oh what else... Oh, I quit my job at that horrid Pet Salon, for a better "job" at Pizza Hut. I like the hours way better, the pay is minimum, but I get tips... tips keep me afloat, with them I can pay for gas and not waste my paychecks. Sweetstuff.
For some reason, I went to Erwins last night with Robert, Gabe and two three other people I didn't know. All guys, mind you. We all watched the taped footage of the WWE Raw that was on like... payperview or something. I don't know exactly. I hate wrestling. This was rediculous until I watched Rick Flair get his head beat in with a sledge hammer. I don't care if the sledge hammer was real or not, it made me wince, but it was fun... I have always hated that man, and to see him get his ass kicked was exhilarating. wh00t!1
Off of my tangent... heh. Anyway, just thought I would let some of you people know what is going on in the world of Missy. heh... some people still call me Missy, it happens and I don't even realise it till later.
Before I hit anymore tangents I'll just go now. Work at 5:30.
Ta.
Well, my life? I know some are probably curious. I've been living with Mike for *thinks* a year and ... *thinks some more* *uses her fingers to count* 4 months. It has been great, but things are starting to irritate me beyond "turning the other cheek". We're moving out at the end of November into our own little apartment. I do mean little, for it is a studio loft. I cannot wait till we have our own place because his father is grating on my last nerve. And what a fine nerve that is right now.
SOOOO many things have happened in the last ... hell, 4 months. Well, for starters my car has a huge dent in the driver's side door. My manager backed out of the parking lot at work straight into my car, as I was already backing out and she didn't even look to see if anyone was there. Not to mention I honked my horn for a full 30 seconds before she hit me. Stupid cunt.
I bought new tires and wheels for my baby. She looks ten times better with the shiny wheels. I actually take better care of her now because she looks pretty. I feel sorry that she has the dent and I can't pay for it right now. I wash her as often as I can and keep her inside cleaner, too. ( I realize talking about my car like this is kind of disturbing...)
Oh what else... Oh, I quit my job at that horrid Pet Salon, for a better "job" at Pizza Hut. I like the hours way better, the pay is minimum, but I get tips... tips keep me afloat, with them I can pay for gas and not waste my paychecks. Sweetstuff.
For some reason, I went to Erwins last night with Robert, Gabe and two three other people I didn't know. All guys, mind you. We all watched the taped footage of the WWE Raw that was on like... payperview or something. I don't know exactly. I hate wrestling. This was rediculous until I watched Rick Flair get his head beat in with a sledge hammer. I don't care if the sledge hammer was real or not, it made me wince, but it was fun... I have always hated that man, and to see him get his ass kicked was exhilarating. wh00t!1
Off of my tangent... heh. Anyway, just thought I would let some of you people know what is going on in the world of Missy. heh... some people still call me Missy, it happens and I don't even realise it till later.
Before I hit anymore tangents I'll just go now. Work at 5:30.
Ta.