Singing, Screaming, Kissing, Tugging

On the sleeve of how it used to be.

Yeah, so I've been on a total Kimya Dawson kick lately. It's pretty cool. I <3 her.

Anyway, so, I decided to stay in Exports for now. I get all my hours, and a bit of over time every week. Which is cool. I was lucky to get 35 hours in Data Entry when I was there. I think my boss might think I'm a finicky bitch. Which is cool, because it's true. Some days I like it, some days I hate it, other days I'm pretty neutral towards it. I guess any job is going to be like that.

I've decided to start knitting again. I hope I can keep up with it. I love it, and I'm really good at it. But I don't knit much. I need to need to need to finish Melissa's stuff. Yeah, I suck Melissa. Well, not really, but, I feel like an asshole.

I subscribed to Netflix, too. It's awesome. I like watching weird movies and movies I've seen and movies I've wanted to see. So, if you guys have any suggestions, I'll add them no matter what. The other super cool thing about Netflix, is you can buy used movies for like, 5 bucks (and some change, free shipping!). The suck thing is, they don't have The Emporer's New Groove, which I don't have on DVD. So, Bek, man, I sooooooo prayed when I searched for it. But my search came up fruitless. I've got a few other things up my sleeve, though. I've been wanting to watch it again.

So, job is good, I'm staying entertained otherwise.. and other than that, car is bad. Well, love the car. LOVE MY CAR. My mechanic? Not so much. I had to have it worked on twice within a two week period, for the same thing, and first got stranded on my way to the ER (absessed tooth) and second at the Green Muse. So, I'm thinking about sucking it up, and finding another mechanic, and just igoring the one I have now. Getting my A/C fixed is going to be expensive. This heat is killing me.

Alright, I'm going to go knit and sleep or something. Loves.

Vag Talk At GM

So, me and Melissa were hanging up at the Green Muse last night (where I do most of my writing.. as a matter of fact, I'm here now) and, as always, had the greatest conversation. It was a conversation about everything, stuff that sucks, stuff that doesn't suck, and our vaginas. I love talking about my vagina. Not to shock people, but just because it's a part of my body and has it's own very distinct personality at times.

Unfortunately during this conversation, we were squeezed pretty tight next to some random guy. The place was kind of packed. I remember at one point talking very openly about just how finicky my vagina can be. And it is finicky as shit, let me tell you. Well, it was unfortunate for the guy sitting next to me, I think.

Poor guy.

In other news, Melissa added me to the Small Happies blog, which is a collaborative effort between (now) me and four other people. Melissa started it a couple months ago in an attempt (I think) to take time to appreciate the little things in life. Anyway, check it out. There's definately something for everyone with that many people and interests contributing to it. I'm looking forward to it. I made my first post yesterday.

Oh yeah, and to update what I wrote yesterday, I talked to my surrogate child today and all is well. They got all the water cleaned up, no one at his house got hurt or anything. Just a little water logged. I didn't hear from him until later this evening. I could have strangled the little shit, but, what can you do? I told him I was worried and asked why he didn't call, and I know my tone was edging on bitching-in-30 (30 seconds, mind you) when he said, "I know. I'm sorry." The way he said it melted me and the bitch backed off into her cage. So, he's okay. The house is kind of okay. All the animals are fine, etc etc.

Now I must go. My vagina hungers and I require a cookie.

Hurricane Dolly

So, my somewhat sugary lover's son lives in Mission, Texas.

Mission is about 15 miles from the eye of where Tropical Storm Dolly is right now. I'm a little worried. I've been talking with him on the phone on and off all day. But I'm still worried, because it isn't over.

Keep him in your happy thoughts. The house where he lives is flooding. His mother is a royal bitch. I'm also listening into a conference call between Jimmy and her because the only person his son can call is me right now because of his phone. He can call me without using his cell minutes. And I can get him in contact with his dad.

Yeah. So, also pray that I don't pull my phone off mute and bitch her out.

Juno

I watched Juno twice this weekend. I <3 that movie.

I really really really REALLY want to go see Dark Knight.

Really.

:D

The One Thing

This week's been pretty good. Today was good. I got a raise this week.. and today I asked for my old position back. I was stumbling, and came across the one thing that could ever make me sad, and that's this:

And it's because I miss my kitty. A couple months ago, I took in the sweetest kitty ever. I'm pretty sure he was part Siamese, and had a bit of sneaky-long-haired-cat-down-the-street in him. He was found in the rain by a homeless couple a friend of mine talks to and occasionally helps out. So, she brought him up to the coffee shop, took up a collection, and I took him home. A pet is a hell of a commitment. I'm not much of a cat person, but he made me one.
I had him for about a month, and noticed he hadn't grown. Someone told me he probably had, I just hadn't noticed, because I see him all the time. I disagreed. Then one day his belly plumped out. I knew there was something wrong with him. I asked my mom to take him to the vet, and I was pretty sure whatever it was, it was fatal, and there wasn't anything anyone could do. After all, I do have the Googles. The next day he was put down. That was a few weeks ago. I miss him terribly. That same night I went to my friend Melissa's house, and she threw her kitten in my lap. I sat there and cried. I miss holding him. I miss playing with him.
When I stumbled across this photo.. it reminded me of the small piece of my life that I've been missing. I've toyed with the idea of getting another kitten. I have cats, don't get me wrong. Epoch was special. He was really special. He was the only cat that I took off the street. Even though life is good, and I'm happier than I've been in a while, there's still a kitty shaped piece missing. I can't just replace him, either. I've decided when there's another really special kitty out there, we'll find each other. Until then, I'll have to do without a little kitty.

Swiped

Because I can, and because I love crap like this.

Eight things I am passionate about:
1. My faith.
2. Astrology.
3. Honesty.
4. Fairness.
5. Coffee.
6. Key-Lime Pie.
7. Being in love with myself and life in general.
8. Good/True friends.

Eight things I would like to do before I die:
1. Go to Disneyland.
2. Go to London.
3. Make enough money (if only for a month) to not live paycheck to paycheck.
4. Marry.
5. Stop picking my hair.
6. Ride on a motorcycle.
7. See the Oracle at Delphi in Greece.
8. Own a pair of Prada shoes (I know... I know..)

Eight things I say a lot:
1. Man.... Dude...
2. Dude.
3. Man.
4. Shut the fuck up.
5. In your butt (in response to something like "where's the remote?")
6. Fuck this shit.
7. Douchebag (or douchebaggory)
8. Dick (usually in a sentence like "that guy's just a dick."

My dad was a sailor. Still is at heart... what can I say?

Eight books I have read
1. Where The Red Fern Grows
2. The Stand
3. Clan Of The Cave Bear
4. The Mists of Avalon
5. The Power of Myth
6. Harry Potter et al.
7. Different Seasons
8. The Witching Hour

Eight movies I have seen eight times:

1. The Emperors' New Groove
2. Dogma
3. Good Morning Vietnam
4. Troy
5. 300
6. Serenity
7. Pride and Prejudice
8. I Am Sam

Stole this from Bek's Blog. So there's five bits of eights you never thought you'd want to know about me. :D