My father decided he doesnt want me to join the Army so he isn't going to sign the paperwork. If my mother does it behind his back, he will divorce her. I got so fucking drunk last night it was great. I'm actually supposed to be at work right now, but I don't feel like it so I'm going to go in a few hours late. But anyway, I walked into my house ( Read more... )

I could marry this guy. It's really fucking disturbing. I could really see myself settling down with him. We've already fucking talked about it. We haven't even been seeing each other for a week. I'm going to talk to a recruiter this weekend. Go Army. If I marry this guy, it would be a definite thing that I'd be coming back here. Not to mention ( Read more... )

I got a pair of purple Chucks. I hate my job. I probably won't be going out there in January. Someone needs to fucking call me, I've got no one to talk to about shit out here.

I woke up Tuesday morning with this disgusting cough and sore throat and a headache from hell. I lived through it, but Wednesday I had to work. Well, I was just a tad delusional when I woke up. OK, more than a tad, I couldn't see straight, I couldn't think straight, I was slurring my words; but you see that's ok, I was frying all my brain cells in ( Read more... )

Tiger June 2000 - 25 October 2003 RIP

Today was definitely an interesting day. Work was mildly entertaining. Only mildly. After work was more so. Fed my snake and the mouse bit her, she doesn't seem hurt so maybe she won't die. Broke up with Dennis. Got banned from some apartment complex. Went to Denny's with Eric and Izzi where Brent(I don't know who he is) relays a friendly message ( Read more... )

I mixed a tape today, mainly because Dennis's car doesn't have a cd player and his shitty tape player won't play the tape for the adapter majigger. Fuckin Cadillacs. Now my Walkman's dying. Anyway, I always name cds or tapes I mix after what I have on them. So this one is named "Mars Voltoolstein's Slave 5000 Was Saved From The Ballroom Disturbace ( Read more... )

I hate that stupid he-said-she-said-that-I-said shit. I really do. I won't even go into that. On another stupid annoyance, David, another bus boy up at work, told Dennis, the bus boy I'm currently dating, that I was cheating on him with Jason, a cook. There are so many things wrong with this. I will now proceed to list them ( Read more... )

Yesterday was my birthday. It actually worked out ok. I had to put up with a lot of bullshit, but so what. First I did the whole family thing, I got a cd player and Tool. It's actually a pretty nifty little cd player too; the face plate on it and the headphones are changeable. Then I headed up to IHOP to wait for Tim. Then Yvonne said she wanted ( Read more... )

Yesterday I went with the kids (Dennis and his friends) to play pool. That was so completely skull-numbingly boring. Jesus fucking christ. I need to do something about that boy. The day wasn't a complete bust however, I bought the Stray Cats and Aerosmith's Greatest Hits both on vinyl of course.