A whole weeks worth of listing because I've been ripping and running all week long it seems. Enjoy.
Me no likey going to the doctor.
Thank you Universe for the oh so lovely weather we've been having. I'm ready for fall, but this is nice too.
I'm feeling rather hopeful today. It's a good feeling.
The nurse told me I was 5'6". *rolls on floor laughing* I must've been slouching. There's no way I'm THAT short. She also said I should be no heavier than 154. I haven't seen that in about 7 years. I highly doubt I'll get back there. They'd have to chop off my boobs and smack my booty so hard it flattened out.
Getting a shot is not on the top of my list of fun things to do. I don't think I'll be going back to do that again.
I took a small but I think significant step to getting some help.
The doc felt me up and my boobs seem to be healthy. Woo hoo. Don't forget to feel yourself up ladies as it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
The lady waiting in the pharmacy was hilarious. How she automatically knew I was Filipino baffles me. *shrugs* Whatever.
I hate when job leads are looking up only to be let down when ALL the information is later given.
Organic Chocolate Ice Cream plus pretzels = delish.
Cool hwhip...would you like some cool hwhip.
I walked about 6 miles today. I could've walked some more. It felt good.
TheBestFriend is about to be a father. Wow. I still can't believe it. That little girl is going to have him wrapped around her little fingers. Still wow.
At first I'm hopeful, then life acts like such an ass and laughs in my face and says, "Ha ha bitch."
Come on karma, quit kicking me while I'm still down.
"Your hands on my hips...pull me right back to you...I catch that thrust...give ti right back to you...you're in so deep...I'm breathin' for you...you grab my braids...arch my back high for you...you're a diesel engine...I'm squirting out oil...all down on the floor...my speakers start to boil...I flip shit...quick slip...hip dip...And I'm twisted...in your hands and your lips...and your tongue tricks...and you're so thick...and you're so thick..."
*deep heavy sigh*
MUST.KEEP.HEAD.UP.
Does God hear/answer the prayers of those who don't think they believe in Him? He's supposed to know your heart right?
I'm so fucked...I sat down to eat and take my medicine...apparently took it and two seconds later looked at the bottle and wondered if I had taken it. Had to open the damn bottle and count the pills just to be sure. Effin' memory is killing me. (An hour or so later I had to open the bottle again JUST to be sure I took one.)
I did it again...walked into the kitchen...walked out thinking who turned on the light? Me. I turned it on and don't even remember.
I hear memory loss/forgetfulness is part of depression.
Wow...WTF...someone would be getting an ass beating for that.
"...she don't believe in shooting stars...but she believe in shoes and cars..."
Why is a friend of mine from college trying to get me to have his baby. Said he wants to have a kid, but not get married and would gladly take full custody of our child. I bet he's just trying to hit it. Too bad for him. Not gonna happen. I'd like some type of intimate relationship with the father of any child I decide to force out into the world.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. -Lao Tzu
Seasoned fries (pommes) and curry wurst would be heavenly right now. Maybe I should just pack it up and go back to Germany and live with my dad.
I love to see when people get excited...even about little things like organic pork free toothpaste.
The hardest part for me is to call and make the appointment. I know I will eventually. Hopefully sooner, rather than later.
Today was a GOOD day. I got my permit. Woo hoo.
*jumps for joy and does a little booty shake*
On top of that our DM decided to come in to work today to do her audit. Which means I won't have to deal with her evil ass tomorrow. Yeah buddy.
"I got to say...it was a good day..."
That was quite odd, but okay at the same time. I'm not sure how I feel about it all though. Although it was a short conversation, it was nice. Understanding and hopefully we actually get to finish it. The suggestion made later though. I don't know about that.
Dang...I STILL have a welt on my leg from Monday.
I don't know why, but I hate seeing the fake/wanna be/look alike Louis Vuitton purses and what not. I'm not into purses like that or anything, but them MF'ers look tacky.
"Hey sexy, you have a fat ass." Dude, you look like you're about 16. Get a life. Oh and yeah...that's never a good thing to say to a stranger. Especially one who could clothesline you while you're riding that bike there.
The changing of the leaves looks quite beautious.
"...even though I'm not your man and I know you're not my girl...but let's just act like it's that way tonight...now I know you got your friends and you I got some too...but let's just act like your my lady tonight...now what I like about you...is that you're always so cool and comfortable when I'm around...you're someone that I can talk to...no matter what I'm going through I call on you cause I know you'll always be down...see what we have is incredible...that we'll never find in anyone else...this thing that we share is so unbelievable...that I want you all to myself..."
I so don't like that I have to go to work tomorrow. Job, I don't like you. You're making me miss out on some nookie. I won't be happy to see you tomorrow and I don't think there's anything you can do about it.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I SHOULD still be asleep in a nice comfy bed right now.
"You look like that chick who plays Selena, but with glasses." Man...dudes say the whackest shit. I DO NOT look like J. Lo.
Last day of work for the week. I'm not a weekend worker. Too many people in the mall. Get out of my way teenagers, I got places to go and people to see.
Where's the effin' bus?
I'm ready to crash but I don't want to stay in tonight.
Hey MrDot, here's your blog mention that you worked oh so hard for. Is you happy? By the way, get rid of the grill. It's not a good look. Also...I DON'T think I look like Kimora Lee. What is with you men today?
Oh and your short friend. He's an asshole. I mean sure I'm an asshole too, but for real...he's an asshole.
FlashDance's cousin is a trip.
"Drugs, Rock n' roll...Bad ass baggy hoes...Late night booty calls...Shiny disco balls..."
dickmatized: as in hypnotized by the dick of one's latest sexual conquest.
*rolls on floor laughing*
I think that's my new favorite word.
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