omg, it hasn't been two weeks between posts!
For my birthday I got five pairs of real cute thong underwear from my mom, a giant ceramic amanita muscaria (red and white spotted mushroom. 6 inches tall) from my sister, a bottle of the best lotion on earth ordered from Hawaii from grandma, and six little essential oil soy candles in tins from Cindy. Well, and my bag o' weed from honey. I good year for me I would say. I haven't got that many presents since I was 16...
Today is Thursday. I woke up so sore today, and pukey...I've been pukey for the last few mornings and I'm starting to freak the fuck out. I've missed my period, for january and now it's freaking me out. I too have always had a pretty wonky cycle, with it coming and going as it pleases...but the possibility of you know what, is unthinkable. I'm living in a fucking motor home for christs sake! This cannot be happening. But also, I started taking my birth control four of five days ago, at night before I go to bed. That can make you feel like shit when you wake up...
I'm not just trying to rationalize this away. I will get to the bottom of it.
Yesterday I went to an interview at Sizzlers. Do they have those in other places, or just Oregon?? I've never seen one anywhere else...
Anyways, I thought it went well. Actually it went great, cuz they called my reference - the curio shop where I worked and still sell my art, and my mother was the shopkeeper yesterday. The guy called maybe five minutes after I left, and my mom really bragged me up. She told him all about how I started working there when I was 14, and for the longest time I was the only person who could run the credit card machine- they had to have me teach people who were in their 40's and 50's, and sometimes I would have to come in when other people were working just to run a credit purchase because no one could figure it out. So the interviewer was really happy to hear that, and he sounded excited about me mother said. I have to give them a call tomorrow to see if I get it.
I hope I get this job, so very much. Mostly so Ron and Cindy will finally shut the fuck up, but also because I like wearing really nice clothes - slacks and pretty tops and heels. I feel sexy when I dress up, and I'd like to be able to dress like that everyday. A job will give my money that I can spend on rebuilding my wardrobe, and moving the fuck out asap. As is, I have two pairs of jeans, one black slacks, a few t shirts, two nice tops, and only two pairs of cute heels. - ok so one of them is a pair of realllllly expensive Steve Maddens - but two sets of heels is just unacceptable for me. I know.... I have a tub of shoes.... but I want more. It's uncontrollable.
Am almost out of smoke again. I shared a bunch with V for my birthday, and have been hitting pretty heavy for the last few days. I have probably 4 bowls left, which is unnerving cuz it has to last till next wednesday.
laters, I've been on here too long. Damn one hour time limit...