Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike

After last night's venting, I would like to thank Jahzzie for recommending the tow hitch. Suddenly, most of my problems with that situation are solved. Andrew seems hell bent on not letting anyone down, so he is going to drive his cute self all the way the fuck up here anyways. What's 14 hours of driving in about 36 hours?

My boy is retarded. And insane. But I love him. And in a few short days I'll be living with him. He keeps sending me camera phone pix of my cat. I miss her!! She seems so content in his lap.

Jared came home at around 11, which was awesome. I haven't talked to him much lately. Got a lil' chat time in with him the other night, but whatever. He continued to pack up some of the kitchen, replacing my stuff with his new stuff. Kinda figured out what he's getting to keep. He'll prolly replace shit, but for now? He does not need to replace it hastily.

Anyrate. Got a lot of stuff packed. Threw out a LOT of memories today. Packing is draining just cause of that shit. Like. One thing that might seem stupid, but. It was my first CD player. I got it when I was 14. My paternal grandmother bought it for me. It was an alarm clock too. I used the SHIT out of that thing. Well, in going through some of my tupperwares that I had stored, it was in there. (Am I the only person who goes through boxes they've had packed to empty them and repack them? I mean, I've thrown out SO MUCH STUFF like that) So I threw it out. The alarm feature doesn't work, the CD portion is skippie, and the radio is for crap. I kept it because my dead grandmother gave it to me.

So I said good bye to it. Thanked my grandmother aloud for such a lavish gift (that was SUCH a huge gift at the time, for her and for me) and put it next to the trash. I'm getting better at such things. Today I also came across about 30 remembrance cards from various wakes/viewings I've been too. So many memories. And that 30 doesn't even begin to scrape the tip of the iceberg of all those I have put to rest. Crazy. Just... Crazy.

Also, Jim, I adore you for hooking up my electronics, but HOLY CLUSTERFUCK BATMAN. I tried to pull apart the electronics (my SNES - OH YEAH - and GameCube) and I got them, but there are still like, 1,123 cords back behind my entertainment center. I don't even know what they could be attached to at this point. I guess I'll figure that shit out last. Cause I can't even get to that portion of my world due to the hundreds of pounds of boxes in the way.

Ha.

I've also taken the stuff off the walls in the kitchen. The living room's been started, not to mention I've gone through a lot of stuff again.

I'm making progress.

Today I was alone till Jared got here. But then it was good times. We were chattie. I'm excited for his plans for this place when I'm gone. He's gonna take over my room, make his room a teevee room and the living room a party pad. :)

I should pack up a lot of my clothes tomorrow. I have a WHOLE drawer and a half of shirts that I'm not getting rid of (concert t-shirts and sorority shit) that can go into a bin and not be touched until I need a laugh.

Anyrate. That is tonight's decidedly more upbeat update.

Helps that Jared found the bottle of tawny port that Janete's parents gave to us one Christmas. Been sitting there like, 3 years. So smooth. He drank like, 2/3rds of it. But it was so good. By the by, do not drink port with ramen. It's tragic.

I keep watching Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist. Am I really moving further away from NYC on purpose? I do love that city. To me, there is only one City. And that will always been NYC. I'm a bridge and tunnel girl to the core, and you can't take that away from me.

Anyrate. It's like, nearly 4am. And my landlord has a fucking inspector coming in tomorrow. I see that going quickly due to the amount of boxes stacked all over the place. Can't get many places. AHHAHA....

Oh, and now that I'm well beyond buzzed? I can't feel my killer cramps anymore.

Hu. Fucking. Zzah.

See. I am not alone thinking jasmine smells like cat piss.

Sometimes it's nice to know you're not completely off yer rocker.

My fever broke, but I'm still feverish (sensitive skin, achy bones). I can't possibly sleep anymore anytime soon. I slept ALL DAY yesterday, waking up randomly to pee and post on the computer. Ha.

Jared brought home cat food. He rocks.

But this is from Jared's BDay party and Emily's "why the fuck is she going back to Cali" party.

( Peektures. )

Jared is dancing to ABBA.

Oh yeah.

Okay. Thank you, Roommate, for the APB. I got like, 12 text messages before I checked LJ. Interrupted a nap. Dammit.

Anyrate. Once again, rumors of my death (or disappearance) have been greatly exaggerated. Christ, it's only been like... okay 7 days since my last post. Some people go months and shit, ya know.

- I come home and I don't know why I bother. I swear to god. I've been pretty stress free this whole week, and I come home and there's a Death Knight of unknown origin on my WoW account *glares at roommate*, my mail is all over the place, the floor, etc, the apartment STINKS to high heaven of unwashed cat food cans and litter box, and I have HUNDREDS of dollars of bills (the Town of Tuxedo wants $205 from my ass!!! EW!). And a cancelation notice on something I paid close to a month ago. *rubs temples*

- Amongst that pile of shit, were my unemployment papers. WHAT THE FUCK. I swear to god I need a degree just to read them. And apparently they wanted me to call yesterday. Lovely. So I called today cause apparently that is acceptable. And I don't even know WHAT I called to do. To confirm I got the paperwork? I don't even know. It was the most useless phone call that was ever made. And there's a CLASS I have to go to??? MOTHERFUCKERS. I was employed for 9.5 years. I THINK I KNOW WHAT A JOB IS. OH my god. Anyrate. I think I figured out what I'm getting a week and it's more than tolerable. In fact it's close to what I was making before I got shitcanned cause of the hours they started to cut and the docking for when I was late. Although it'll be less, I'm sure, once taxes get deducted.

*pause* Call from the Momz.

Okay. Where was I?

- If you IM'ed me, I didn't get it. At some point the computer retarded restarted.

- I was down in Maryland if you didn't know. Spending entirely too much time sleeping and having fun. Which is why, I think, when I got my ass back to Jersey I pouted overlymuch. Now that I've talked to my mother some, and figured out some of the unemployment shit and I'm decidedly less hostile. Until I call the bleedin' state tomorrow. *growls*

- I don't think my cat missed me much. :-/ She was just proving a point. She spent a good 20 minutes happily purring in my lap. I feel better.

- Tomorrow I also have to call and cancel my gym membership, since ya know. It's close to the old job and there's no need for me to go there anymore. Besides, it's expensive. I guess I could just show up there as well. Hmm. I'll be right there. Maybe I do that.

- Also going out to lunch with my mother, then to see the damned Twilight movie. I also have to get my thyroid meds. I'm taking some of my last dose, cause it's better than nothing. But just for tomorrow. I missed one today too. I'll survive. It takes longer for that for the bad shit to happen.

- Shit, I just realized I didn't need to delete Jared's Death Knight. Whoops. Good thing there wasn't anything on the toon. Anyrate, I have one now. Her name is Synniskye.

- Goddammit. I have to call my father.

- I need to eat something. *rubs temples*

To the greatest roommate ever..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED!!!

In other news... Being woken up at 1am sucks.

Being woken up at 1am by a hot 19 year old gnawing on your neck in your bed?

Not so sucky.

As Jared would say "FUCK YOU RADIO". It is fucking with me today.

Anyrate. MDRF was wonderful. I was entirely too drunk. Completely distracted from life. Friday's private party was low key and fantastic.

I barely have ANY pictures cause it kept pouring. I think Jim took bunches though (definitely of the food booths) so if I can manage to take them off his camera, I shall do so.

Today was special at work. My bosses were in NYC at some deposition of SUCK. But I came in at 9:25 even though I SHOULD have gotten here at 9 like I wanted to. Fucking traffic. I have to leave even earlier tomorrow.

See, I have to make up the hour I took off Friday. Cause staying through lunch once again doesn't count (sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't) and since I work till 6, they don't want me staying later. And they know it's damn near impossible for me to get here on time, let alone early.

I hate them all.

This whole time issue is a cause of most of my stress.

BUT ANYRATE. When I finally got here, two files were specifically readjusted on my desk. One is old and should have been finished YEARS ago. But no one would ever help me. I've asked. No one has TIME to teach me. And one Brian ignored me on 3 times. So, what am I supposed to do.

And I'm bleeding. So my emotions are over-rought with fun. Top it off with having an argument with a friend and LIFE IS WONDERFUL.

Excuse me, waiter? This is not the life I ordered. I'd like the soup. OH, I've changed my mind. Give me a very decadent dessert.

*listens to the traffic report* Oh, this sounds promising. Not.

My room is a bloody disaster. I have got to do something about it. I am going to be hitting up Linens and Things tomorrow at lunch for some storage options. This is fucking ridiculous. I have to clean out my closet too. I have fucking flannel shirts from HIGH SCHOOL in there. And we won't even discuss the jeans that don't fit my fat ass from years ago.

Out, out damned spot.

Talked to Z briefly today. I can't believe she's ALIVE. She laments not being able to hang. She is missed.

I am watching Grey's Anatomy with Jim tonight since I can't watch Heroes cause my life is on a day of teevee delay. Karaoke is on a one week delay. After much confusion he is making dinner. Why can't men properly convey any thought process?

Patrick showed me his marriage license today. We laughed. He laughed harder.

Eh. I should finish up this file. Then go.

Yep.

Me: Oh my god. Sometimes I'm ashamed to know you.

Jared: Shut up. You love it.


Now he's saying he's the real Slim Shady.

Something about sugary shit... I don't know. HALP.

A select number of people will understand the amusement.

COFG@yahoo.com just sent me spam, to show me pix of her and her friends ;)

Hahahahhahahahahah

My roommate. Is a freak.

( So he pulls this shit the day the ValChuck got engaged... )