Another work week left...

So, there's now 6 days until I leave for vacation.

Five more work days. Oh, jesus, will it end? It actually hasn't been that bad, since the coolest mommy-type figure ever will be working with me through most of it. (With the exception of my normal days off: tuesday and wednesday). She's really awesome because she laughs at my obscenities, and the word "dickhair" doesn't even scare her away.

And the nicknames for some of our favorites, ie: Uncle Rapist, Uncle Funky, and Uncle Nasty. Oh, and Uncle Creepy.

Use your imagination :)

Big's sleeping right now, and I'm about to go do a boodleful of laundry. Which I hate to do. Furthermore on my stress list, I'm not going to be receiving enough aid to pay for the entire Summer Semester (short, like 75 bucks, but it's the book purchasing that I'm really worried about). Stress stress.

Let's just hope my head doesn't explode before I can get off to tha mountains. Onward!

Revel, Revel, Jersey Represent!

This is where I shall vacation.

And it shall be glorious.

Eight days. And I won't have a day off from work until then. And won't that suck?

Yup. But it'll be worth it. Three days, me and Big... hot tub.

Oh yeah.

For my next post, I'm going to put up my award winning essay "Just for One Day" (award winning..um.. maybe not. But it did get an A. HA!)

Classes start on the day after I get back from vacation, and I'll be totally ready, you know? Booyah! Sorry... I don't know where that came from. See, my apartment was bombed today. Well, no, not literally, but aparently, someone in my building has had a flea infestation and the whole damn building had to evacuate for two hours while the bombing commenced. I had to sit in my car with my two cats for two hours.

And it's hot outside. It totally sucked. What really sucks now izzat I haven't slept, (I wasn't even let back into the house until 3!) Here it is now 3:30.. I'm not tired anymore, and I have to be back at work at midnight. Oh yeah, it's gonna be a great day.

Did I mention that I'm horny? Yeah, ladies get horny too. Learn dat.

I got some like, two days ago. And it was really good. Unfortunately, Big sex is like fricking morphine. Makes you feel real good, and even if you only get a little taste, you crave more and more.

Ooooh.. I'll bet he'd be flattered to hear that. ;)

Not as much of a bitch...

as those people who OWN a freaking gas station, bought winning lottery tickets from their own gas station, and won a bonus 25 g's for being the winning lottery ticket carrying store!

Dammit!

Well, I suppose I have my answer from Big... I have officially been promoted to "Big's Poobie"

I don't know exactly where that is, but I think it's a few notches above where I was. Let me illustrate:




Of course, he swears that we were friends before ... but.. um.. I think I already went into that. And, Richard, I'm sorry I haven't been around much ;)

I'll be good. :)

Well... no I won't... if I was good, then I really wouldn't have anything to talk about.

Since my promotion to "Big's Poobie", I suppose that means attempting to rekindle anything with Aiden is out of the question.. but how to tell him?

Argh.. this sucks.

Hey, go read Strong Bad's E-mail it's fricking hillarious!!!!

The Dramatic Return of Aiden....

A couple of seasons later, Aiden returned, Carrie made amends and they were stronger than ever. Until he tried to marry her.

Then it all went to shit.

So, the "Aiden" in my life (or who ran screaming from my life) is sorda back in the picture. And I have to say, his timing couldn't be better, you know?

I'm making great headway with Big...(well, at least I think I am)

I don't want to fuck it up again. But I need someone that will go down on me from time to time.

Wait, did I say that?

Argh. This is the worst. I actually did ask Big of the situation. Being is that we aren't "together", but he does live with me. You know, it would be awkward and stuff bringing some dude home. (Like I'd do that...)

(I wouldn't!!!)

He says he just wants me to be happy...

then why doesn't he just marry me already!?


I can't be crazy for loving this.... right?

Nation's Pornstars Demand to be Fucked Harder!

Big's off looking for a job. It's a long story how his existing job became his non-existing job, but whatever.

He was going to quit soon anyway *sigh*.

So I've been playing around with Photoshop and I think I'm getting pretty good. Dammit. Check dis:



Booyah, bitches!

Anywho, in other news with me, I rented a little cabin in Pigion Forge for the weekend of the third. And I can't fricking wait. Seriously, the only thing getting me through this work week is knowing that I'll soon be in a rocking chair on a quaint cabin porch in the middle of nowhere.

It will be fabulous.

By the way, because I know that inquiring minds are dying to know, this is my brother, his girlfriend and my niece.

The kid looks fake, doesn't she? There's this Bentley Little story called Lethe Dreams about this couple who have this strange rag doll that they keep and care for as though it were a real baby.

Creepy.

There are better pictures in existance, however because I am officially the worst human being ever (being that- I don't think that procreation deserves a medal) I don't have any more.

Not that I really care. (See, there's that worst human ever thing again.)