Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The times they are well you know

Whoo. We got a lot going on here.

Mexico. Leaving in a little less than 3 weeks. I've lost 9 pounds (gained back 2. I got tired) and am going to keep on that strain. The losing part, not the gaining back part. I feel pretty good. Despite the weather making everyone crazy. I genuinely believe there's a chemical in the brain that triggers people to fall asleep/eat more when it hits a certain degree of cold. And we go go go Americans who can't take a break for anything (the siesta is such a good idea) are going batty because it's damned cold out and our bodies are screaming at us to hibernate. It's all of us too. If there's no drama going on, a lot of us are so irritable that we're making some just for a little excitement. We should all be sleeping in caves. It's best for our mental health and personal relationships. But we must plug on.
And for the first time in my life, I am really nitty gritty getting down and committing with a man. Yes I've been with the sweet boy for quite some time (and known him even longer) but it's kind of a big reminder of just how much you love a person and are obviously going to be with them for awhile when you are helping them pay off their credit card debt. And moving across the country with them.
We are at a year and a month until we are planning on moving out to California. We did some serious budgeting the other morning and not counting the second job I'm planning on getting, we can have 90% of our credit card debt paid off by December and have saved about $5,000. Whoo. Now I just need to start whetting my talent again. Audition audition audition.
It's unbelieveable how much adulthood sneaks up on you.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Bout to lose my mind bitches!

I swear to God someone is going to feel it today. Whether it's the retards I work with, my completely clueless boyfriend, or if I can't take it out on them, I might just punch myself in the face. But someone is going to feel my fucking wrath today.
1. It is not my job to hide your fucking packages from your (one of 2 that i know of) boyfriend's mom because your spoiled ass has a shopping problem SO STOP ASKING.
and
2. When I say I need a little space, that means I would like it if you would crawl out at least 5 out of the 17 feet you've nestled up my ass. This is not an insane request.

I just can't believe people today. I'm about to go out of my damned mind. I don't think it's that unreasonable to ask for a single evening of keeping our respective spaces and going about our business separately.
And I just can't wait for the supremo moron to show up, let me fucking tell you.
Fuck.