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okay, so i can't even "think" of updating at work anymore. not that i wasn't already starting to lack as of late due to my boring ass life! (nothing to say when you're doing nothing folks). they took my "computer priveleges" away. me and cindy. i really hate that job. not to mention that they just switched my tower, and the new one doesn't have sound clips (?) and i can't even listen to cd's now while i'm working. so it's straight up horse shit. i'm hoping they leave a gun on my desk one morning.
anywho ha, besides that, work has been... hm... where to start with that one? me and freddy have crossed the "friend" line and jo heard a little he-say-she-say and god! it really is freddie's problem, and now i feel like it's mine because she IS technically my boss. but she is acting perfectly normal with me. and i don't really think she could afford to fire me. actually, i know she would never want to. and even if she did, it would prolly be a blessing in disquise (am i spelling that right cause it looks weird?) not like she could really fire me for hearing "me and freddy hang out outside of work." bite me. fire my boyfriend stealing ass. oh wait, what's that... he's not your boyfriend? oh... lol. my mom yelled at me and said, "when did you turn into such an aweful person. you would hate for someone to do that to you BLAH BLAH BLAH!" news flash for everyone: it has been done to me plenty of times. and, i have reasons to defend myself. 1) they aren't dating. 2) they went on a few GROUP dates and exchanged some xmas presents, but half of our work did! 3) freddie isn't that interested in seriously dating her because he thinks she'd be way better as a friend and it intimidates him that she's 3 years older than him (which is the same age as his sister). 4) he never said he wanted to be with her and 5) neither him or i planned any of this. i'm not a fucking home wrecker! damn mom! and i'm not really putting an ounce of thought into it because it's not my problem, and i refuse to contribute or be part of the problem. cause everyone knows i'm farrrrr to good at being good at making trouble. if that makes sense. i'd rather not.
speaking of other boys, don't you figure! it's like, "return or the exes!" mike rancilio and i hung out the other night and he was telling me that i'm "the one" or some shit. HA! yeah... it's only been a year since i first met you and had the biggest crush on you and now a year later you finally figure out i'm the shit? hahahhaa. okay, let's throw you in with brian nelson... who i called on his birthday (after a 3 month hiatus) and the kids called me 3 times already from monday - thursday. what is it with guys? they have some link missing. i swear.
birthday is in oh... 5 days. yippee skippy. i used to be so excited and now i could give a rats fat ass. i used to want to get drunk and obliviated (until i saw ashley at her 21st). oh wait, lets not skip that good story out. let's make it short by saying she finished 2 boombas and 3 shots and had a nice puke fest. (this girl can't even drink one beer without being trashed... i'd like to know how she thought she could magically drink what was equivalent to prolly 9 beers easy?) yeah, so she fell out of her seat at the bar, 3 of us took her in the bathroom where she threw up 2435413546 times, then her sister took her home where she puked in her backyard, her kitchen, her bathroom AND her bedroom. talk about a 21st you don't want to have! she didn't even make it til close. PATHETIC! but anyways... i think i just want to go to mongolian and eat some good food and get a big ass mongo madness margarita and call it a night. that's all i need. good food and good friends, especially since it falls on a wednesday.
i think for my birthday present i might be buying myself a new place of residence. i think i might be possibly renting doyle's old condo. his mom is looking to rent, and i'm considering her prices. i'm going over there superbowl sunday, so i might talk business. me and the mamasan aren't getting along too good lately. she says i'm being "difficult, and not giving john a chance." boo hoo. i hate my step dad, live with it. i don't feel i should fake nice TO ANYONE. i don't care if he's married to my mom or not. suck an egg! i think i'm getting a second job since global hardly is making me a millionaire (even though i'm pulling some over-time). then the whole renting from doyle's mom wouldn't really matter cause i'd have SO much extra money. i could get a roomy, but everyone sucks, and i refuse to live with boys cause they're messy. and none of my girlfriends want to move out cause they're gay. so whatever. alone it is.
i need a vaca. i'm seriously considering about visiting the time share out in lake tahoe. cali... it just makes you want to smile. and i need it. i also need a boyfriend. HA... laugh. go ahead, i am.
closing thought: your dad.
anywho ha, besides that, work has been... hm... where to start with that one? me and freddy have crossed the "friend" line and jo heard a little he-say-she-say and god! it really is freddie's problem, and now i feel like it's mine because she IS technically my boss. but she is acting perfectly normal with me. and i don't really think she could afford to fire me. actually, i know she would never want to. and even if she did, it would prolly be a blessing in disquise (am i spelling that right cause it looks weird?) not like she could really fire me for hearing "me and freddy hang out outside of work." bite me. fire my boyfriend stealing ass. oh wait, what's that... he's not your boyfriend? oh... lol. my mom yelled at me and said, "when did you turn into such an aweful person. you would hate for someone to do that to you BLAH BLAH BLAH!" news flash for everyone: it has been done to me plenty of times. and, i have reasons to defend myself. 1) they aren't dating. 2) they went on a few GROUP dates and exchanged some xmas presents, but half of our work did! 3) freddie isn't that interested in seriously dating her because he thinks she'd be way better as a friend and it intimidates him that she's 3 years older than him (which is the same age as his sister). 4) he never said he wanted to be with her and 5) neither him or i planned any of this. i'm not a fucking home wrecker! damn mom! and i'm not really putting an ounce of thought into it because it's not my problem, and i refuse to contribute or be part of the problem. cause everyone knows i'm farrrrr to good at being good at making trouble. if that makes sense. i'd rather not.
speaking of other boys, don't you figure! it's like, "return or the exes!" mike rancilio and i hung out the other night and he was telling me that i'm "the one" or some shit. HA! yeah... it's only been a year since i first met you and had the biggest crush on you and now a year later you finally figure out i'm the shit? hahahhaa. okay, let's throw you in with brian nelson... who i called on his birthday (after a 3 month hiatus) and the kids called me 3 times already from monday - thursday. what is it with guys? they have some link missing. i swear.
birthday is in oh... 5 days. yippee skippy. i used to be so excited and now i could give a rats fat ass. i used to want to get drunk and obliviated (until i saw ashley at her 21st). oh wait, lets not skip that good story out. let's make it short by saying she finished 2 boombas and 3 shots and had a nice puke fest. (this girl can't even drink one beer without being trashed... i'd like to know how she thought she could magically drink what was equivalent to prolly 9 beers easy?) yeah, so she fell out of her seat at the bar, 3 of us took her in the bathroom where she threw up 2435413546 times, then her sister took her home where she puked in her backyard, her kitchen, her bathroom AND her bedroom. talk about a 21st you don't want to have! she didn't even make it til close. PATHETIC! but anyways... i think i just want to go to mongolian and eat some good food and get a big ass mongo madness margarita and call it a night. that's all i need. good food and good friends, especially since it falls on a wednesday.
i think for my birthday present i might be buying myself a new place of residence. i think i might be possibly renting doyle's old condo. his mom is looking to rent, and i'm considering her prices. i'm going over there superbowl sunday, so i might talk business. me and the mamasan aren't getting along too good lately. she says i'm being "difficult, and not giving john a chance." boo hoo. i hate my step dad, live with it. i don't feel i should fake nice TO ANYONE. i don't care if he's married to my mom or not. suck an egg! i think i'm getting a second job since global hardly is making me a millionaire (even though i'm pulling some over-time). then the whole renting from doyle's mom wouldn't really matter cause i'd have SO much extra money. i could get a roomy, but everyone sucks, and i refuse to live with boys cause they're messy. and none of my girlfriends want to move out cause they're gay. so whatever. alone it is.
i need a vaca. i'm seriously considering about visiting the time share out in lake tahoe. cali... it just makes you want to smile. and i need it. i also need a boyfriend. HA... laugh. go ahead, i am.
closing thought: your dad.