forgive me.. this will be long. but interesting, maybe?!
alright. so. since i last updated, ive had a lot of busy days. and a lot of funny happenings. so. get cozy, grab a cup of hot tea, and hold on to whatever is closest. its going to be a long night.
lets see. first. it has turned downright fucking COLD here. i thought i was in the drrty south?~ so much for following the sunshine.. i was at work. it was slow. so me and my partner in crime, james, decided to talk about meth addicts and how dead it was in the office. well.. some random lady called the police. because apparently her answering machine picked up part of our conversation, and somehow she turned it into me saying i was going to kill myself on the answering machine. so we're sitting there engulfed in conversation and coffee. totally unsuspecting.. when low and behold.. 3 cop cars and the EMT unit pull into the parking lot. we get put on break and i am asked to stay behind?! "ma'am.. are you depressed?"- *burst into hysterical laughter* excuse me!? are you going to harm yourself? .. with a total look of shock on my face.. um. no? "are you in an abusive relationship?" (funniest ever) _you have to understand my context. i am in no way shape or form even remotely close to depressed. or suicidal. or into the whole pity-party for me because life isnt perfect deal_ and in my office, i have the nickname "smiley".. so after chatting with a few co-workers about my personality, the cops decided that it was indeed a giant mixup and that i am stable enough to continue on with my workday.. thank goodness. i wasnt exactly looking forward to 72 hrs under "observation"..
onward.. young ladies...
so then that night i went to my second home. and had a wonderful night.
its now friday.. laid around and went to wal mart and to subway with megan. i like being in her presence. she, jesse and i went to this pancake house. and became the victims of drunken redneck bitch harassment. "hey! ya'll wanna go skeeny deippin?! you got thongs o'n?! if ya got pain'ies on ya caint come!".. the best part of this was. that when this group of skank individuals pulled up and ran into the cement parking barrier, there were 2. count them. 2 policemen at the door. who let them pass on through. keys in hand! _now you KNOW if that wouldve been me, or any of my sidekicks, theyd have been waiting on us at the gate, nigga_ just when i thought things couldnt get anymore exciting.. i saw my friends meredith, freda, and wes. all looking a fabulous im sure from a long night of dancing it up at the gay bar. i miss that scene sometimes.
saturday i was productive and got my oil changed and some other work done to my car that was in great need of attention. saturday night, jesse, josie, and megan came over and i cooked the BOMBFUNK pasta. i cant tell all my secrets, but i will say that iron chef 'aint got shit on me, nigga.. big big thanks to jesse who indeed saved my computer from the grasps of death by virus. i dont know what i would do without smart people. after jesse and josie left, megan and i stayed up until the wee hours talking and watching television. a rarity for the both of us. woke up and went to work on sunday. then returned to megans. it felt good there. when i got there, everyone was there. and also crystal and her boyfriend. it was good to see her and hear of someone else having a thriving relationship. props! finally, megan and i were alone to sleep. or. yeah. something like that.
woke up "late" but felt like shit. so i called off first shift from work. laid around and awoke to megan bringing me pancakes and my favorite juice. im so so lucky. damn... listened to some sounds for a while and contemplated the beauty of the recent times in my life.
got dressed and went to megans parents house to see her mom and sister. i LOVE her sister. such a small, plump little lady. who shouts obscene things like its her job. .. as i recall "im going to put my crotch in your eye".. not bad for 5 yrs old i think?
fed some swans. ate some subway. and returned to the office. im getting used to this, and i like it.
lets see. first. it has turned downright fucking COLD here. i thought i was in the drrty south?~ so much for following the sunshine.. i was at work. it was slow. so me and my partner in crime, james, decided to talk about meth addicts and how dead it was in the office. well.. some random lady called the police. because apparently her answering machine picked up part of our conversation, and somehow she turned it into me saying i was going to kill myself on the answering machine. so we're sitting there engulfed in conversation and coffee. totally unsuspecting.. when low and behold.. 3 cop cars and the EMT unit pull into the parking lot. we get put on break and i am asked to stay behind?! "ma'am.. are you depressed?"- *burst into hysterical laughter* excuse me!? are you going to harm yourself? .. with a total look of shock on my face.. um. no? "are you in an abusive relationship?" (funniest ever) _you have to understand my context. i am in no way shape or form even remotely close to depressed. or suicidal. or into the whole pity-party for me because life isnt perfect deal_ and in my office, i have the nickname "smiley".. so after chatting with a few co-workers about my personality, the cops decided that it was indeed a giant mixup and that i am stable enough to continue on with my workday.. thank goodness. i wasnt exactly looking forward to 72 hrs under "observation"..
onward.. young ladies...
so then that night i went to my second home. and had a wonderful night.
its now friday.. laid around and went to wal mart and to subway with megan. i like being in her presence. she, jesse and i went to this pancake house. and became the victims of drunken redneck bitch harassment. "hey! ya'll wanna go skeeny deippin?! you got thongs o'n?! if ya got pain'ies on ya caint come!".. the best part of this was. that when this group of skank individuals pulled up and ran into the cement parking barrier, there were 2. count them. 2 policemen at the door. who let them pass on through. keys in hand! _now you KNOW if that wouldve been me, or any of my sidekicks, theyd have been waiting on us at the gate, nigga_ just when i thought things couldnt get anymore exciting.. i saw my friends meredith, freda, and wes. all looking a fabulous im sure from a long night of dancing it up at the gay bar. i miss that scene sometimes.
saturday i was productive and got my oil changed and some other work done to my car that was in great need of attention. saturday night, jesse, josie, and megan came over and i cooked the BOMBFUNK pasta. i cant tell all my secrets, but i will say that iron chef 'aint got shit on me, nigga.. big big thanks to jesse who indeed saved my computer from the grasps of death by virus. i dont know what i would do without smart people. after jesse and josie left, megan and i stayed up until the wee hours talking and watching television. a rarity for the both of us. woke up and went to work on sunday. then returned to megans. it felt good there. when i got there, everyone was there. and also crystal and her boyfriend. it was good to see her and hear of someone else having a thriving relationship. props! finally, megan and i were alone to sleep. or. yeah. something like that.
woke up "late" but felt like shit. so i called off first shift from work. laid around and awoke to megan bringing me pancakes and my favorite juice. im so so lucky. damn... listened to some sounds for a while and contemplated the beauty of the recent times in my life.
got dressed and went to megans parents house to see her mom and sister. i LOVE her sister. such a small, plump little lady. who shouts obscene things like its her job. .. as i recall "im going to put my crotch in your eye".. not bad for 5 yrs old i think?
fed some swans. ate some subway. and returned to the office. im getting used to this, and i like it.