HellO update!
So...if any of you listen to the Locker Room in the morning, I may have been on there. Not sure if they put me on or not, I had to get into work or else I would've stayed in the car to listen. You know, I like how they take calls about one thing for a long time. Slacker and Bo only take calls for maybe a half hour. I dreamed about Rice Krispies and my cousins last night. I got Starbucks this morning but no McDonald's, didn't have time. The cream cheese danish I got isn't very good. I left the house late. :/ Only reason being I couldn't find my other shoe that I wanted to wear with this outfit. And if you've ever seen my room...well, you know why I couldn't find it. I never did, so I'm wearing a different pair of shoes which I'm not opposed to the way they look. If it weren't for me obsessing over my appearance, though, I may not have left the house late. Since I insist on wearing makeup damn near all the time, too. Anyways. I wonder if Jen reads my journal...hmm. So, I wish one of my strong points was patience, but it's not. I'm SO ready to be in the radio business. And I'm not even registered at school yet, haha. But Jim Hunter (the OCB guy) said that it usually only takes about 6-8 weeks (or 40 school hours) to get an internship. Now, I know interns don't get paid...but do you think I'm in it for the money? Absolutely not. Which is actually very surprising and un-shallow of me. So, I'm getting anxious anticipating that whole thing. I was on the computer most of the night last night after the kids went to bed. Gah, I'm such a horrible person. Gavin's teacher told me she thinks he has "low muscle tone" and she wants someone to come in and look at him...ok, WHAT?! Like, I'm seriously freaking out about this. She told me he "doesn't seem to have the stamina to keep up with the other kids and he gets tired easily" I told her he has asthma, so that could be a cause of that. She asked me if he exercises at home. I'm like, um he's 5? They run around, but he doesn't exercise. Hell, *I* don't exercise. Also, he's been talking out of turn and I don't think he does it to be bad, I just think (well I know) that he really likes school and likes to talk to his friends. But...talking out of turn is disrespectful to the teacher and to the other students, I understand that. Plus, I barely ever talk to him. Well, that's not true...I just don't know what to say to a 5-year old sometimes in the car when it's silent. Also, I think I mentioned the "tongue thrusting" thing before and how he has a little bit of a lisp and apparently the speech lady at his school is concerned about that. So I have to call his dentist and have him call her. *Sigh* I feel like all this has something to do with me. I mean, I know it doesn't...I'm just feeling like everything is my fault lately. Well, I've always felt like that, but never this much until recently. SO. Coffee tonight with prosewhore and I can't wait *claps*. This seems to be relative to put here.
Daily Extended:
Duty calls repeatedly today, while you just want to answer the siren song of fun and games. Your day improves when you find a playmate who shares your desire to escape. The secret to success is to follow your impulses creatively: Do a routine chore slightly differently, or wear something special to make your day perk up. A little rebellion is a good thing. You are in charge of entertaining yourself. Luckily, you're really good at it.
Alright, I think that's pretty much it. Oh wait, no it's not. So, Shaun's dad fucked us over yet again this month. I'm so ready to just fucking throw all of his shit out...I'm not even kidding. I'd feel the same way if it were my mom and I'da told her where she could shove it by now. Seriously. We paid our half of the rent Sunday like we were supposed to. So yesterday, Shaun's dad told us that, sorry we have to pay the whole rent because he paid $607 on the Excel energy bill. You know what? That's NOT MY FUCKING FAULT that you let the energy bill go at least 3 months without paying it and had to pay a large sum all at once. We FUCKING TOLD YOU WE'D PAY for some of everything because we realize that we live there too. But you never told us how much to pay and we're not mind readers. WE HAVE 3 KIDS TO PAY FOR plus ourselves. I could seriously seriously cry right now over this. I fucking hate money. And really? It's not so much the money thing...well, it is. But if we would've known on like Friday or something that we were gonna have to pay the whole rent amount? We would've had the money. But Shaun paid both of our car payments, so we didn't. So anyways, supposedly he's (Shaun's dad) moving out at the end of the month. You know what I have to say to that? GOOD RIDDANCE BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME. Yah, sayonara fucker. I mean, it may sound harsh, me saying all this about him. "Oh he has health problems" or whatever. You know what? I understand that. But don't fucking fuck your kids over and be fucked up to them for God knows what reason. You just...don't do that. Ok, I'm seriously getting a headache from typing this because I'm so fucking pissed off about it. I could cuss him out, but I have more respect than that. I just do it on here haha. Did I tell you guys I got hit on by a 40-year old hot firefighter at poker on Thursday? Haha, good times. He made me laugh hysterically. Well...now he keeps calling me. Not like, all the time but he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner? I'm like um...my boyfriend probably wouldn't approve of that very much. I hate how guys think that if you give them your phone number and maybe mention a few times that they're hot that it means you wanna date them or something. Ok...I barely even wanna date my own boyfriend right now, so lay off. Yes I flirt...BIG time and maybe I give off the wrong vibe or something, who knows. Slutty girls can do that sometimes, I guess. I don't wanna be in a relationship right now, get it through your heads boys and girls. There, I said it. I fucking said it *shrugs*. It was bound to come out sometime. I can't control how I feel. Sorry Charlie. I would if I could but I can't. I was hoping to be in a better mood today, but so far that has yet to happen. Hope everyone else's Tuuuuuesday is going fantastic so far. My week is already dragging.ugh. Later, biatches. ;) ♥
Holla.
Daily Extended:
Duty calls repeatedly today, while you just want to answer the siren song of fun and games. Your day improves when you find a playmate who shares your desire to escape. The secret to success is to follow your impulses creatively: Do a routine chore slightly differently, or wear something special to make your day perk up. A little rebellion is a good thing. You are in charge of entertaining yourself. Luckily, you're really good at it.
Alright, I think that's pretty much it. Oh wait, no it's not. So, Shaun's dad fucked us over yet again this month. I'm so ready to just fucking throw all of his shit out...I'm not even kidding. I'd feel the same way if it were my mom and I'da told her where she could shove it by now. Seriously. We paid our half of the rent Sunday like we were supposed to. So yesterday, Shaun's dad told us that, sorry we have to pay the whole rent because he paid $607 on the Excel energy bill. You know what? That's NOT MY FUCKING FAULT that you let the energy bill go at least 3 months without paying it and had to pay a large sum all at once. We FUCKING TOLD YOU WE'D PAY for some of everything because we realize that we live there too. But you never told us how much to pay and we're not mind readers. WE HAVE 3 KIDS TO PAY FOR plus ourselves. I could seriously seriously cry right now over this. I fucking hate money. And really? It's not so much the money thing...well, it is. But if we would've known on like Friday or something that we were gonna have to pay the whole rent amount? We would've had the money. But Shaun paid both of our car payments, so we didn't. So anyways, supposedly he's (Shaun's dad) moving out at the end of the month. You know what I have to say to that? GOOD RIDDANCE BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME. Yah, sayonara fucker. I mean, it may sound harsh, me saying all this about him. "Oh he has health problems" or whatever. You know what? I understand that. But don't fucking fuck your kids over and be fucked up to them for God knows what reason. You just...don't do that. Ok, I'm seriously getting a headache from typing this because I'm so fucking pissed off about it. I could cuss him out, but I have more respect than that. I just do it on here haha. Did I tell you guys I got hit on by a 40-year old hot firefighter at poker on Thursday? Haha, good times. He made me laugh hysterically. Well...now he keeps calling me. Not like, all the time but he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner? I'm like um...my boyfriend probably wouldn't approve of that very much. I hate how guys think that if you give them your phone number and maybe mention a few times that they're hot that it means you wanna date them or something. Ok...I barely even wanna date my own boyfriend right now, so lay off. Yes I flirt...BIG time and maybe I give off the wrong vibe or something, who knows. Slutty girls can do that sometimes, I guess. I don't wanna be in a relationship right now, get it through your heads boys and girls. There, I said it. I fucking said it *shrugs*. It was bound to come out sometime. I can't control how I feel. Sorry Charlie. I would if I could but I can't. I was hoping to be in a better mood today, but so far that has yet to happen. Hope everyone else's Tuuuuuesday is going fantastic so far. My week is already dragging.ugh. Later, biatches. ;) ♥
Holla.