verloren1983: (You Suck (Hikaru No Go))
I really, really hope that today wasn't an indicator of how the whole year will go, because seriously? I'll have to curl up in a corner somewhere and cry.

1. One of the many reasons I almost never drink: even if I have one, I feel like utter shit the next day. So I had a couple of godiva-and-milks around midnight (much more milk than godiva, I assure you XD), and sure enough, felt like shit.
2. On top of the previous, my body decided that it hates me. Pamprin wasn't touching the cramps, either. UGH.
3. Didn't have a thermacare patch for said cramps. Work was out of them, so tried a store brand, which turned out to be freaking useless. So basically, I was in a lot of pain all day.
4. Because the day wasn't shitty enough: I found out while I was at work that a friend got gaybashed last night. He's okay, but... ugh. :/ I later discovered it was a fucking bouncer at a straight bar, who apparently followed Paul out of the place and attacked him. The other bouncers had to actually pull the guy off of him. God. I'm actually kind of glad I wasn't there, because I would've flipped out and wouldn't that have been ridiculous? 4'11" me shouting at a big bouncer type guy. XDDD Still, it's scary, you know? It's not like he was in the boondocks somewhere, this is Albany. I'll grant you that Albany's certainly not a gay mecca or anything close to that, but people are pretty low-key about the gay thing here, from my experience. At least overall. You always get some assholes, but meh. The important thing is that he's okay, and he did report it. He's more upset about the fact that he has "JOE" imprinted on his face (asshole must've had one of those knuckle ring things that leaves markings) than the actual attack. Go figure.
verloren1983: (Madness)
verloren1983: (Pissed)
Sonofabitch. I really need to start balancing my checkbook… I’ve never had a problem with it before, so I was never all that worried about it. Well… I apparently miscalculated the amount of money in my account by about $20. Which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal except money’s been REALLY tight lately and I spent some 53 odd cents more than what I actually had. Whoops. So of course there’s a fee tacked on to that, so I’m about 35 bucks in the hole at the present time. Because I suck. Then again, this is the first time that I’ve overdrawn ever… and we’re all allowed to fuck up once. This should be my wake up call- pay more attention to the money you’re spending, jackass!

Oh, yeah, and I have to renew my LJ subscription by the 8th. And the underwire snapped in one of my (two) decent bras the other day (decent, of course, meaning that they’re not so run down that they have zero support), which is just fucking wonderful. And my shoe situation gets more desperate by the day, as my work shoes are quite literally falling apart. The sole is about halfway separated from the rest of the shoe now. In other words, more money I have to spend… joy oh joy. I’d feel a little bit better about this if I had my income tax money coming soon, but as I have yet to find a place that even has the necessary forms so I can even DO them… ugh.

On the upside, when I was out spending money I didn’t have I got Brokeback Mountain on DVD, which I didn’t even know was coming out, and the Chronicles of Narnia (love that movie). So I finally got to see Brokeback… it wasn’t life changing like I’d heard it was, but it WAS really good. Thoroughly depressing. Oh, and I finally got around to picking up The DaVinci Code, because I keep hearing it’s amazing and I’ve been meaning to read it for the longest time. Yay.

I almost kinda hope that Paul isn’t working today, because I’m still pissed off at him for calling in on Sunday (when I know that chances are really good that the only reason he called in was because he was fucking hung over) and putting me in a level of hell somewhere near the Earth’s core. Yeah, it was that bad. Let’s just say I closed up shop early and was out of there by quarter after eight because I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was seriously going to hurt someone… badly.
verloren1983: (Biology)
I'm SO exhausted... I don't even know why I'm still awake, really. Maybe because I seem to have OD'd a little bit on Excedrin (as in, two doses in about... twelve hours, which apparently isn't a good thing) and my stomach hurts like hell, so I probably couldn't get to sleep anyway. Bah. It doesn't help that I really haven't gotten very much sleep in the past few days...

KH is really starting to piss me off. So you know.

An old guy accused me of taking his credit card today... when really, he was just an idiot and couldn't remember where he put it after I gave it back to him. Then he tried telling me that I purposely didn't refund the tax on an item he'd just returned when it was a non-taxable item to begin with. Grrr. It's like, first you accuse me of being a thief and now you're telling me I don't know how to do my job? Pshh. Fuck off. I really hope he felt like shit, but I'm sure he didn't even give it a second thought. Asshole. *I love my job, I really do*.... yeah, right. Then Paul was being a major league asshole and he almost got my foot up his ass. Several times. And it doesn't help that my brain has decided to save the "super-bitch" part of PMS until just after my period, so the last few days I've been barely suppressing this basically constant anger that I have for absolutely no reason (and it seems to have erased my brain filter, you know, the thing that keeps you from saying everything that pops into your head... it's not a good thing to be without, especially in my case where every other thing that pops into my head is some kind of sarcastic or bitchy remark). Yeah. Hopefully that'll end soon, because I think I'm really starting to piss people off. No.. scratch that. I know I'm really starting to piss people off.

Alright, off to bed I suppose. If I can fall asleep with my stomach feeling like this. Ugh.


Best convo of the night:
"Bite me." -Me
"No thanks." -Paul
"I wasn't really offering... besides, I know where that mouth has been." -Me
*Mary and Paul started cracking up instantly, whereas I impressed myself by lasting a good two seconds before I started laughing hysterically. Keep in mind that this is in the front store, with a bunch of customers around. ... we probably looked completely insane. After I'd gotten myself under control somewhat...
"Well, not all of them, but I know some of them."
*To which Paul looked at me like he was totally scandalized. He he. A few minutes later, Paul practically threw a box of Midol at me, going "With your attitude, I think you need this."
verloren1983: (Hiding)
I have absolutely no idea why I'm still awake, because I've been fucking wiped all day. Of course... that would be the whole "my body enjoys punishing me for drinking" thing I have going on. Meh. Went over to Mel's last night with Paul, drank, goofed around, and generally had a good time. Found out a couple of things about Paul's sex life that I didn't need to know though... like he doesn't like being on top. *I so need to disinfect my brain now that I've pulled that tidbit back up* Left my cell phone there because I'm a gene-ass, but both Mel and I had to work tonight, so she just brought it with her :)

I'm a complete asshole, by the way. Yesterday, Kelly woke me up telling me that I had a phone call. WTF? And before she gave me the phone, she was like "It's 3:00" (as in, the time I was supposed to be at work)... so I'm going, FUCK. I answer the phone and it's Paul, who just said "Do I even need to say anything?" "No." And before I got off the phone with him, I thought, wait a minute... if it's 3:00, why is he calling me? So I looked at the clock at it wasn't three, it was FOUR. Yeah. By the time I got showered, dressed, and at work, it was 4:30. Grrrr. I managed to be an hour and a half late for work because my fucking alarm clock decided to not go off... fucking thing. I felt like a real asshole the rest of the night, let me tell you.

Kelly and Stef went to go see Brokeback Mountain tonight. I'm so pissed... I so wanted to see that! And Kelly knew it! Brat... they both said it was amazing, though, and I generally trust Stef's taste in movies. So that makes me feel better about that. I'm probably not even going to bother renting it, I'll just buy it. Worst case scenario I can always give it to Marc or something. The only upside is that when Stef brought Kelly home, I ended up going with Stef to her house, which is where I am now. No mom is always a good thing. :)

I really should go to bed, because I actually am tired. And this entry probably makes no sense whatsoever (and I can't seem to type correctly all of a sudden and it's pissing me off). Later!

Great convo from yesterday... Paul, Mel, and I were talking about minorities and how Paul was one.
"What, because you're Italian?" ~Mel (he he... no, because he's QUEER, sweetheart!)
"Roots, Mel, roots!" ~Me (My little way of reminding her that she's being a stereotypical blonde again. Shortened from what I used to say originally, which was "Your roots are showing!")
verloren1983: (My Own Little World)
I'm sleepy and yet wired. Figure that one out. Either way, I need to go to bed, considering that it's after 7 a.m., and I kinda need to be up and moving by 2... though I'm not sure if I can even get to sleep at this point. Hrmph.

Kelly wasn't home tonight, so I actually *shock* worked on the bedroom a bit tonight. The section I was dealing with looks better, but it doesn't look like I spent several hours on it... go figure. I guess I just have to keep pecking away at it and not throw anything else on there in the meantime. Just a mellow kind of night- cleaned, did laundry, filtered through some old writing (not too much, though, because I'm easily distracted by that kind of thing and I knew that if I didn't ignore 95% of it, I wouldn't get any cleaning done)... it was funny, though, that while I was cleaning up stuff there was a distinct "moving" feeling to it- anybody who's moved around a lot should know what I'm talking about. Just feeling like you're doing this because you're moving and it's a little bit sad and bittersweet... enough that you don't really want to continue doing it, but you know that you have to so you keep cleaning anyway. The thing is... there was no reason for that feeling. I'm not moving anytime in the immediate future that I'm aware of. I don't know, maybe it's my brain going, "You're ready to move out, dumbass!" Maybe.

Bought Cruel Intentions after Paul pointed out that we had it... it's a favorite of both of ours and kind of an inside joke, because Paul's "other name" is Sebastian Valmont. (he's an idiot, what can I say?) Even though I really shouldn't have done it, especially since I bought three other movies earlier this week, but whatever. I also just thought of something today: I have a boom box. I don't really use it all that much anymore. Why not bring it into work to use, even if it's just until I can get another one? That way I can use my tapes and I can stop bitching about having to listen to the radio all night :) Sounds good to me.

Alright, it's now eight. I really need to get my ass into bed. Later!

From the other day...
"Size DOES matter."
"Yeah, you would know."
"Yeah, and you wouldn't." (a mini conversation between Paul and I... of course)

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