I used to sing to this song all the time when I was younger. I actually REMEMBER being about two sitting in my car seat and listening to Pat Benetar on the radio. Mom used to have her tape and I would listen to her all the time. I also have this strange memory of listening to "Black Velvet" and we were in the white camry; going to Laynette's up ( Read more... )

Gues who got a SURPRISE on her paycheck? yes it was me! .50 cents raise. Now I am at 7.25. Woot-fucking-ness ( Read more... )

So why don't they have an icon for paranoid? really come on. Hmm, why am I feeling this way? Go read the five page letter I just wrote. Yeah, 5 pages. I don't know whats going on but I have that feeling that something has happened. Like I need to brace myself for bad news. This feeling hasn't been wrong before. . . I just never wanted to ( Read more... )

So; it's done, I've read through Patrick's whole JOURNAL! And in doing so I realized that I have no life. And, that I had been reading his journal long before I even added him to my friends list or even commented on it. *laugh*

Blah; I Need to get out; all this reading is giving me eye strain

I am now going to be cleaning house for a retired couple 3 days a week for 3 hours and getting around 30$ a day ( Read more... )

So, I briefly mentioned house sitting for a neighbor of mine correct? I was driving by their house today, I had suspicions that she drove a MR2 (and the only reason I would even know this is because of Patrick) and I looked closer at it and yup, it's a MR2 ( Read more... )

So mother and I had a LONG talk last night. I started when she got home at 4 and didn't end till we got home from dinner at around 9. She apologized for things she has said (she stated specifics) for causing me stress (now that she sees it) and for being a control freak on my life. Big improvement. So we ended up doing a lot of talking. I told ( Read more... )

I've been going through old entires in other people's journals. This inspired me to read through old compisitions. Some as old as Jr High. Reading them seemed foreign to me. I couldn't believe the things i wrote. The passion, the syntax, the vocabulary. I can't believe that I wrote that well. And then I started reading the last essay we had to ( Read more... )

So today was a BUSY day. We had a line out the door for 2 hours. I had to take care of two huge orders for a very nice man named Frank who apparently knew me because their son Matt went to school with me. . . well, he ordered a shit load of chicken for all these women at various different banks. Don't ask me why. Anyways, he gave me his credit ( Read more... )

This song was stuck in my head all night at work yesterday. . .

I work at 11; Woot, I need to pick up a little; the house is a mess, as is my dwelling. Laundry is piled up and I am wearing dirty pants to work. It's not like anyone is going to notice; they'll just think it's another stain/bleach mark.

have a great day everyone!