Yeah baby
Wherever this pic came from, I love you. Soooo much wasted potential. Tsk tsk tsk.
I have interviews at Marshalls and Sears this coming week. Marshalls is definitely part-time (booo!), I don't know about Sears (yaaay?). At least there's a little progress. *crosses fingers*
I've been tagging along with Deejay and her sis on shopping trips and have gone in the pool at their new house. Got me some cheap sunglasses (*hums the ZZ Top song*) that wrap around my regular glasses so's I can see without being blinded by the sun.
Anyway, I said I would give more detail on what happened the day I left Sammie's. But I don't feel like dredging everything up because it'll just make me mad all over again, so I'll summarize. Okay, so I'm about to get up to get ready and Sammie comes out and wakes me up about ten minutes to ten and says her mother is bringing some food over. Oh joy, my favorite person. I really want to see her. :P I was in the shower when mom came, hoping she'd be gone by the time I got out there in my clothes and shit. But no. The woman is cleaning the ENTIRE APARTMENT. WHILE I'M STILL THERE. AND I'M NOT LEAVING FOR TWO TO THREE MORE HOURS. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, LADY? It's like she felt she had to wash the Laurel out of the apartment and wanted me to know about it. THE NERRRRRVE. Then she proceeds to start shooting her mouth off, telling us what a good thing she did kicking me out on the street, how it was going to be better for everyone, and seemed to want me to THANK HER for sticking her nose where it certainly didn't belong. When no one thanked her, she complained we had made her the bad guy.
Delusional much?
I just sat and waited for her to decide she was done gloating and leave, and of course the woman sat there and read magazines and proceeded to very much not leave. Like I'm going to try to steal the silverware on my way out. It's not like I ever did anything to make her think I was an awful person who could not be trusted, she just assumed that. Whatever, hose beast. Go fuck yourself.
I can't remember when anyone has ever treated me more like a criminal than this experience. Just, the sheer gall.
Then Deejay came and rescued me and all was better.
In other news, I had a very naughty "Supernatural" dream last night. SLASH AHEAD. Sam came in looking for Castiel and found him lying in a bed with the covers over him, obviously having a good time by the look on his face. Then Balthazar brought his head out from under the covers and said something to Sam about how if he got more blowjobs like Cas, he might be a little less uptight. And walked out fully naked in front of Sam. Cas was clearly naked under the covers too. Sam's OH NO YOU DI'N'T face was priceless; you would've thought he just had a stroke. And I don't even ship Balthazar with anyone, but apparently my dreams do.
I have interviews at Marshalls and Sears this coming week. Marshalls is definitely part-time (booo!), I don't know about Sears (yaaay?). At least there's a little progress. *crosses fingers*
I've been tagging along with Deejay and her sis on shopping trips and have gone in the pool at their new house. Got me some cheap sunglasses (*hums the ZZ Top song*) that wrap around my regular glasses so's I can see without being blinded by the sun.
Anyway, I said I would give more detail on what happened the day I left Sammie's. But I don't feel like dredging everything up because it'll just make me mad all over again, so I'll summarize. Okay, so I'm about to get up to get ready and Sammie comes out and wakes me up about ten minutes to ten and says her mother is bringing some food over. Oh joy, my favorite person. I really want to see her. :P I was in the shower when mom came, hoping she'd be gone by the time I got out there in my clothes and shit. But no. The woman is cleaning the ENTIRE APARTMENT. WHILE I'M STILL THERE. AND I'M NOT LEAVING FOR TWO TO THREE MORE HOURS. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, LADY? It's like she felt she had to wash the Laurel out of the apartment and wanted me to know about it. THE NERRRRRVE. Then she proceeds to start shooting her mouth off, telling us what a good thing she did kicking me out on the street, how it was going to be better for everyone, and seemed to want me to THANK HER for sticking her nose where it certainly didn't belong. When no one thanked her, she complained we had made her the bad guy.
Delusional much?
I just sat and waited for her to decide she was done gloating and leave, and of course the woman sat there and read magazines and proceeded to very much not leave. Like I'm going to try to steal the silverware on my way out. It's not like I ever did anything to make her think I was an awful person who could not be trusted, she just assumed that. Whatever, hose beast. Go fuck yourself.
I can't remember when anyone has ever treated me more like a criminal than this experience. Just, the sheer gall.
Then Deejay came and rescued me and all was better.
In other news, I had a very naughty "Supernatural" dream last night. SLASH AHEAD. Sam came in looking for Castiel and found him lying in a bed with the covers over him, obviously having a good time by the look on his face. Then Balthazar brought his head out from under the covers and said something to Sam about how if he got more blowjobs like Cas, he might be a little less uptight. And walked out fully naked in front of Sam. Cas was clearly naked under the covers too. Sam's OH NO YOU DI'N'T face was priceless; you would've thought he just had a stroke. And I don't even ship Balthazar with anyone, but apparently my dreams do.