December 2007
yeah so
My manager, who has become a good friend, texted me to let me know that our insane bosses took me off the schedule under the guise of me needing to prepare for school to start. The real reason? They are losing gobs of money on this little pet kiosk venture and can’t afford to pay me eight dollars an hour anymore. So I think I just lost my job.
lazy saturday
I’m currently lounging about my house in boxers and my buy olympia tshirt, feeling better than yesterday but still sounding stuffy in the head when i talk. Last night, I went to take the domecq’s dog out, and talked to s, the new possible romantic interest/drunken hookup that I’m interested in while sober as well, and he was at the Ravari Room, a bar that you absolutely HAVE to...
fight fight fight
I am fighting a cold , and it is serious business, for sho. I will not allow this to get in the way of hanging out with a new romantic interest, and from enjoying tomorrow, a saturday that I have off. Oh, and I’m house-sitting for the people I work for as a nanny. I’m psyched. Sex, house-sitting, sleeping in on a Saturday…sigh. So basically, if I feel as sick as I did last night...
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haiku for an evening.
smell you on my breath though i left hours ago, wrapped up in you still.
christmas was fun.
there was an awesome party at n’s house last night ended in a jolly way for me and an old aquaintance. he and i are much better aquainted now, which is exciting. i am still feeling hungover, and i have to work in an hour. so after work i’ll post pics, taken w/ my new camera, so you can see the drunken holiday cheer that was last night. happy boxing day.
consider it a social experiment.
i gave a guy my number tonight. lame, i know, not my style, and the guy is kind of a doofus. mogs and i went out tonight, pictorial to follow soon. and i’m sure i’ll have a pictorial of ganz and i tomorrow night, so sunday might be the day for uploading those pics. trust me, this will be an excellent social experiment. at the very least, it will be good blogging fodder, if the dude...
CAT scans should include real cats.
THEN they wouldn’t be so gross and boring. I spent three hours drinking contrast fluid mixed with raspberry Crystal Light. And to think I used to enjoy Crystal Light. Anyway. And I had more blood drawn and an IV needle hanging out of my paw for about 2 hours before they finally took me back to the scanning room and started me up, then realized my blood work wasn’t back yet, so i sat...
and so i'm not such a hypochondriac after all
WELL. I went to the doc today, Dr. Russ, the doc that oversaw my birth and also pokes around my lady parts at least once a year. I told him all about my pain, he poked around in my vag and pushed on my tummy and basically did everything that makes my ovary pain more intense. At least, it’s possibly my ovary. We really don’t know. But for now, all I know is that he didn’t give me...
vincent gallo is one of my heroes. →
icy ice
i’m so tired of winter already. really, i’m mostly sick of coming out of work, or getting up in the morning for work, and finding my car encased in ice. i finally bought a scraper (i had been using a mixed cd from years ago to scrape till now, i’m cheap) tonight at kroger (i loathe kroger, but that’s another story) because the ice build up was so fucking bad on my...
embarassment, i has it
me: why don’t you ever like, try and put the moves on me? a boy: well, molly, i’m not particularly interested in putting the moves on you. UH YEAH this happened tonight. what do i have to do to get a guy interested in me? i don’t want much. i really don’t want a serious relationship right now. i want really simple things from a ‘boyfriend’. sex, companionship, a...
good energy and lots of love
sent to my friend whose fiancee just miscarried. so fucking sad.
not convinced
i was told tonight that when i find the man who is to be my lifelong partner, i’ll just know. this from a woman whose advice i usually take deadly seriously, but her telling me that my love life shouldn’t be so hard, that it isn’t hard once you find the right person, smacks of love-at-first-sight-fairy-tale bullshit. she was 23 when she met her now-husband of ten years, with...
they all want to fuck the cause
i’m losing my new-found sunny optimism already. fuck. i’m gonna try to avoid a downward spiral into depression and general malaise. yeah, i know, pathetic. i gotta sleep, i’m opening the store tomorrow all by myself. giant coffee will need to be intravaneously hooked up first thing. and i don’t plan on batheing. especially not going to do my hair, as i am forced to wear a...
SO
UNSEDUCABLE (new word, just go with it) that’s all i have to say about tonight. take from it what you will.
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did you not realize that i see myself in you? …except when you leave. —- i fell down the stairs same as last time, remember? this time nothing broke. —- let me count your ribs, each a memory of you making love to me. —- i feel so safe here smoke and liquor on my lips, your eyes so bashful. —- please lay your hands on the curve of my lower back show me i exist....
my spacebar is being a bitch.
today’s realization: i just want a partner. not a typical boyfriend, like i’ve had in the past. i can’t find him, and when i think i might have, he turns too chicken shit to stick around, though i am not demanding. i just want a companion, a partner. in crime, in love, in laughter, in kisses. where you at?