Being a nurse, I simply CANNOT enjoy movies that have impossible or highly improbable medical shit ( Read more... )

So I spent my last day in Portland not doing a whole lot...which was still cool. I tried on the emerald antique ring at the shop, but alas, when I found out it was actually NEW from THAILAND, I backed out of buying it. Another time I'm sure. So I got another italian soda at Chloe's coffee shop, this time a cherry vanilla. Mark got a cherry ( Read more... )

Today was cool ( Read more... )

I just got back from the bar not too long ago, and the bar was the perfect way to end the day. Chloe was off work today, and we did next to nothing, which was excellent ( Read more... )

So another day in Portland has come and gone. My feet are killing me today because foolishly, last night I raced Chloe across a bridge in flip flops. I was, of course inebriated from the Pear Ciders that we got at the Basement Pub. Monday at the pub is "Big Ass Beer Night." I did win the race however, even in my flops. The lateral sides of my ( Read more... )

A big hello and how are you from Portland, Oregon! I'm out here visiting my sister, Chloe, and brother-in-law, Mark. Portland is a pretty sweet city. What's really awesome, is that there are a bunch of zombie-bums that shuffle around the city and they're really very friendly, and totally not creepy at all ( Read more... )

Yes, this is what is has come down to. Finding out what rejected crayon I am, cause I don't have anything better to do.

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Recently, I decided to start listening to country music. I thought I should try and broaden my horizons and get over the image I had of country. I always had this idea that all country music songs were depressing- about alcoholics, breakups and dying and shit. I used to hear it on the radio as a child and thats all I got out of it ( Read more... )

I was leaving work yesterday morning and I saw this old woman with a cowboy hat on, and this ridiculous clown makeup was spackled on her face. Right behind her was this woman who was morbidly obese, and had greasy bangs and hair.

Although I may complain about shit, there are times like above that I'm sooooo glad to be me.

It's gotten to the point where I'm so repulsed with the coffee we have at work, that I dry heave when I smell it. Its fucking Maxwell House, which is not good to the last drop. Its bitter on the first sip. The stupid secretary makes it really weak by filling the pot up to the brim with water, and adding just one packet of the coffee. Its coffee ( Read more... )