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Fuck

Fuck. This blog needs a new makeover. I see the dust bunnies all around the place. Soon...
I need to return because I miss you guys and besides, I need a place to vent in anonymity.

Work is great. I get to babysit a bunch of fucking old union cry babies. Here's an example of what I have to deal with every day.

You just told someone they are getting written up for being excessively late and not calling when they are late. Their response is "Why is there a problem if I make up the time?"

Or a habitual truant thinks it's ok to be late to work on the day of their birthday.

24 season 6

I need to join a fanatic '24' forum or some shit. I am addicted. I don't think I can wait until December for season 6.

eh..and I don't have Dish Network anymore too. Fook!!

Party On

I went to a party last night. It was a GI Joe GI Jane party. We dressed in army style and brought some items for the men at war. Do you know they use panty liners for their sweat bands under their helmets. I guess it works better this way. I wanted to bring them some KY Jelly but I doubt the delivery person would give them that. These men need some release before the fight. I was also going to attach a picture of myself on there. LOL

I had two vodka jelly. They were wicked nasty. Can you say 'yuck'?

I also danced, something I never do. I told my buddies I was going to do jumping jacks, the running man, mc hammer, and vanilla ice's jump moves. LOL. Yup, stuck in the eighties. I actually did the jumping jacks. And I wasn't even close to drunk.... totally. So, then I had to learn quick to move my booty and my hands. It was fun.

I left the party almost 3 hours later. It's nice to go out once in a while and hang out with my friends and alcohol.

Carpe Diem

What a fucking week it has been. I'm exhausted. People suck at work. I'm glad it's all over.... sort of. I have to work a little but the good news is I get to work from home. Oh fucking yeah. Who doesn't like that?

Yep, that's you

So this morning I woke up and thought... hmm, maybe I should wax my upper lip. Done. Did it and then got in the car to go to work. I got up kind of early so I decided to stop at Jamba Juice. Oh yeah.. soothie for breakfast. The thought of it was delicious. I got to Jamba Juice and went in. The regular girls weren't there today. There was this sexy looking guy. Wow.

Anyhoo, I ordered my smoothie and gave him my visa/debit card. I could've swore he was smiling at me. ?? So I gave him my license. He looks at me and looks at my license. "Yep, that's you".

I'm thinking...does he like me? Or what's wrong? OMG! I remembered... I just fucking waxed and my skin was probably red robin! I'm so fucking embarrassed. What the fuck was I thinking? How could I forget? I can never go to Jamba Juice again, at least not when this good looking guy was here.
So he gives me the receipt to sign and I looked away pretending to eyeball a peanut butter bar while I was signing away just so he wouldn't see my face. I couldn't look at him. I'm a laughing stock.

I strayed my face the whole time until after I left the store with my drink.

I am such an idiot.