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[23 Sep 2006|12:12pm] |
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I was bored and online, a very tragic combination... And I remembered this website! Myspace got a hold of me and ate my soul. I'm very sorry livejournal, you don't deserve this...
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[16 Jun 2006|09:50pm] |
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Ok, yeah... I don't really use this anymore. Probably because I got sucked into the terrible world of Myspace. It's crazy. It's also gross having hicks hit on your TERRIBLE pics. Whatever. Well, so yeah...
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| Last night got a little outta hand... |
[21 May 2006|03:58pm] |
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The sun is so bright in my face. I think I forgot to close the blinds. Someone's talking. A guy. "Amy, wake up, c'mon, get outta bed and move around." Who the hell is that? That is definitely not Saul's voice. I sit straight up, open my eyes and oh my god, where the fuck am I? This isn't my bed, and this definitely isn't my apartment. I can't find the guy, I can't find my clothes, I don't know where my glasses are. I am scared out of my mind. Even scarier... There's a bible next to the bed. Did some creepy religious cult kidnap me and brainwash me? My head feels like it's going to fall apart if I don't hold it together. The guy comes back. "Rough night, huh?" Ok, I have no idea what's going on. Where is all my shit? Why am I half naked? "You threw up on yourself last night. You were laying in the grass and all of a sudden..." That really doesn't answer my question. "Your clothes are in the living room, I undressed you and put you to bed." Right about now, I'm pretty creeped out. Just met this guy hours before I woke up in his bed. I start freaking out because this guy fucking undressed me. I have no idea how I got there. I had to call Angie. Wow, did Angie have a story for me. Apparently I had been drinking quite a bit. (4 beers, 6 mixed drinks with vodka and a fucking wine cooler. You guessed it, I had my beer before my liquor) Angie said that I was alright and then all of a sudden we were walking from the house back to the fire pit and I dropped like a rock. No, not a rock, a boulder. I refused to move, and I layed in the grass and dirt for 3 hours, throwing up on myself. These are things Angie was telling me, I do not remember any of it. I totally BLACKED OUT. Apparently, Angie's husband Jared and the guy tried numerous times go get me up off the ground and I told them to fuck off and I was getting pretty damn violent. Jared got a a punch in the balls. Sorry Jared. So now that I'm covered in vomit and grass stains, Angie refuses to let me in her house to sleep. The guy is nice enough to take me home and put me to bed. He had to carry me. I tell Angie that I'm pretty fucking creeped out seeing how I'm in a strange house half naked with a guy I hardly know. Her response? "Oh, Swen's the pastors kid. He wouldn't mess around. He's afraid of going to hell." I guess this makes me feel better. Those fucking Seventh Day Adventists are crazy about their religion. He slept in the living room on the floor. No pillow, no blanket. I couldn't believe it. That guy was a fucking gentleman. Now, for the conclusion of my little tale: Liquor before beer, you're in the clear. Beer before liquor, get sick quicker.
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[06 Apr 2006|02:35am] |
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Ah, she called me and asked me to take my job back. I did. She's still a bitch. Someone told me tonight that Neal found out that I was gone and he got really upset. He took a week off and just went on a complete bender. Man, that sucks. He'll be happy to see me back. ...She's eating out of the palm of my hand... Man, I rock. I lost 60 vacation hours and all my seniority. That doesn't rock. I am the newb of the group. I have been there almost a year, but I've only been there a week. (I'm doing pretty fucking good for this being my first week.) Had an ok night at work. I got to see two of my favorite rails...
I have been sick all week with this boogery and coughing sore throat thing. It does not make me happy. It is also accompanied by some cold sores. The Anbesol isn't working anymore.
Anyway... I think this post was a waste of time... Although, Nic isn't home, so I am totally listening to FFF. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about... The stuff you won't let me listen to when you're home. By the way... If you tell anyone, I'll cut you when you're asleep... Just kidding. If we get blood on the carpet, we'll never get the security deposit back.
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[31 Mar 2006|02:51pm] |
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My new little nephew Henry Robert. He's such a squishy little man.
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[26 Mar 2006|03:25pm] |
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Ok. I no longer have a job. I was pretty much forced to resign last night, early this morning really. I don't really want to go into too many details about this, because it would probably hurt feelings. But to make it short, I was hanging out with a guest on my off time and Beth found out. She was jealous because she wants him. The end. I am jobless. I am a loser. She is such a bitch and she will fucking pay. Lacey quit only moments after I did. Beth now has no second shift employees and only one first shift employee, Captain Stephanie (DOUCHEBAG). I am kind of glad to be rid of that place, but I will definately be missing the rails. Those guys were awesome.
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[26 Mar 2006|03:23pm] |
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Go to www.adultfriendfinder.com (zip code 53949) to see the married General Manager of everyone's favorite motel trying to find a man. She's a gold member. She pays $150 a year to try to get a man. Good luck Beth, you douchebag.
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| A powerful position, I am finally on top. |
[23 Feb 2006|12:45pm] |
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My job has totally sucked for the last couple months. I dread going into work. The GM at the MOTEL that I work at has been fucking nagging me about my damn earrings and just piercings in general, telling me that they need to come out. She is such a hag. I have worked there for 8 months and NOW she is bringing this up? What a hag. Anyway, Jenni, my lovely pet that works opposite me, quit today in a note that I have heard is pretty good. Can't wait to see it. So, I have now developed some kind of leverage around the workplace. Bitch at me ONE MORE FUCKING TIME about my beautiful piercings and I will quit and leave you fucked. I'm talkin just locking the cash drawer and walking. I'm not afraid. I don't know, I feel that I will have this position for another 2 months while I train a new hire and then I am going to quit too, that way she will be just beginning to feel that false sense of security "It's finally all straightened out". Then she will be back to working desk shifts. Serves her right. She is such a fucking backstabbing bitch. Ok, I have to get ready to go get my paycheck so I can pay some bills. We are falling behind Sugar Lumps. It'll be ok though.
I have some kind of a sinus cold these days. Not cool. Whoever gave it to me will suffer.
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[17 Feb 2006|11:28pm] |
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Next time you are smoking weed in your room, PLEASE open the window. I'd hate for my 4-year-old to get a contact buzz. I'm not stupid, the nose knows.
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| Man I love my job. |
[07 Feb 2006|10:10pm] |
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Had a front desk meeting today at work. My job is getting shittier and shittier by the day. The uniform is the worst. Not only do we have to wear a tie, button up shirt, black pants and dress shoes, we now have to wear a belt, vest or blazer. Why you ask? Because they want us to look even more like white trash playing dress-up. We work in an economy MOTEL, not a fancy HOTEL. We don't have a pool, we don't have laundry employees (the front desk gets this FUN job) hell, our rooms don't even come with the things that other nicer places consider standard (i.e.: refrigerator, microwave, ironing board and hair dryer). We have 60 rooms. We have faded and stained carpet in our lobby, and they're worried about the clerks appearances? The place is falling down around us, but we're dressed to the nines. I worked in a much nicer, more expensive HOTEL and the desk staff wore polos and khakis. The front desk staff at our lovely MOTEL also shares housekeeping duties. The one thing I love the most is when I'm cleaning a toilet and my tie falls into the water, or when I close my tie in the washer when I'm loading it full of piss stained sheets. But, at least they pay us well. Hahahaha, who am I kidding?
Ok, I'm done venting now. Have a nice evening.
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| Why do I even have this thing? |
[18 Jan 2006|12:19am] |
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Yeah, I never post. Nothing to talk about. Saul and I went and got tattoos this weekend. It was fun. I have pictures, but I'm too lazy to show anyone... Doesn't matter, really. I have just been working a lot and spending money. Nothing new. Trying to get some more shit to put up on the walls and fill this place up. The walls are soooo blank. It sucks. Saul's going home in a week or so, that's gonna suck. Blah.
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| Yay! |
[28 Nov 2005|01:11am] |
My dad and my sister are having a fight, a bad fight... So, this means that I get to be in the middle of it. This includes: my dad calling me at work and venting... sometimes for more than 15 minutes. My sister trying to get me to take her side. I know where I stand. Leave me alone. But, it also means that my sister isn't hanging out with my dad anymore, which sucks for me, because her lazy ass doesn't work, so she would occupy him all the time. So, now I have to try and balance dad and work. I understand, he's lonely, but I want a life. Oooh, Texas Chainsaw Massacre is on! It costs a bit more for the movie channels, but they're really worth it.
I just spent like a whole week with Saul. It was very cool, because I haven't seen him for more than two days at a time since the beginning of the school year. Lemme tell you, it was neat to cuddle on a week night. He also bought me Bio Dome... You eff'n rock Saul.
On the 1st, I am going to buy a fake tree. Why fake you ask? Because we have 3 kittens... And Nicole and I get all sneezy and shit from the real trees. I dunno, fake is just easier. I decorated the balcony the day after Thanksgiving. It looks "festive".
I want a good digi cam. Maybe Santa will bring me one?
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| Happy anniversary to you too. |
[09 Nov 2005|11:57pm] |
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Why do we have to fight all the damn time? Quit getting all asshole-ish about questions. You can be such a fucker.
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| Not gonna happen on my shift... |
[03 Nov 2005|11:38am] |
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So, last night, I got to call 911 yet again. Yes, for the 2nd time in the last 2 weeks. Go me! Anyway, Beth (my boss) had just walked behind the desk and all of a sudden there was this terribly loud sound that I have never heard before... The fire alarm system! Yay! So of course, I just freakin freak out. Beth runs off to find this fire and I have call 911 print the occupied rooms report and then grab the keys and evacuate the building. So, I grab the room report and hit the hallways. I was knocking so hard that my knuckles are bruised and swollen today. So, as I hit the stairs to go upstairs there's this horrible smell, and I actually hesitated for a moment before going up, "this could be it". So I go, and I get upstairs near room 246. It reeks. Aha! The heater. The heater that just moments ago I told a woman not to touch. I beat on the door, and no answer... So, I moved on. Got the whole 2nd floor taken care of, and booked it right the hell outside. Most of the guests evacuated, including one very sexy railroad worker that came to the door half naked. He was clothed outside, sadly. But anyway, it was my job to make sure that the guests "stayed calm". Haha, yeah right. I am not a good person to be like "stay calm". So, it took the fire department literally between 5 and 10 minutes to get there. If it had been a big fire, we would have lost everything. They get there and the fire inspector, Craig, goes "keys and roomlist"... "FUCK! I forgot the keys". He said it's ok and he went inside behind the desk and got some keys. I felt like a moron. So, they stayed and secured the building but it took between 30 and 45 minutes. It's nearly midnight, 40 degrees out, guests in their undies. My ride pulled up and I had to explain the situation. Then this lady from room 246 confronts me, and she goes "Oh, no! It's not the heater is it?" "I thought I told you DON'T TOUCH THE HEATER". I nearly kicked her ass. She turned it on... And the one in the hallway, and left to go to WalMart. So, the building was finally secured, they confronted this lady and she admitted to doing it even after she was told not to, and then here's the shocker... THE LADY IS A TEACHER. There is no way that I would want her teaching my child right from wrong. She quite obviously doesn't know right from wrong. The fire department got the system set back up incase of another "fire" and I told Beth that I felt stupid for forgetting the keys, and the fire inspector goes "You had good training. Who trained you?" And of course he knew that it was him, so he had a very self satisfied look on his face. But, Super 8 didn't burn down, I still have my job, and that lady better end up with most of the bill for this incident, because she came to the desk and told us she "didn't feel safe staying with us". Beth was contemplating charging her card for the room. She better, because this incident will cost us probably more than $5,000.
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I went to my very first Passion Party last night. It was fun. I found out that Jenni thought that I was a prude and was uncomfortable with situations like that... I hope that I set her ass straight! Bought some fun stuff... I'll get a webcam so you can all see! Haha, NO! Anyway, we went out after we left Lacey's house. I was already a little buzzed, but we went to a few bars... Of course, I got carded at the first one, so that was a no go, but the second one we went to served me. Haha, losers. I had a lot of fun. Got to see Lacey's wild side, very different than I imagined she'd be... And I got to spend some much needed time with Jenni before she moves. I guess I never thought that it would matter if we hung out, but I had soooo much fun with her last night and now I feel terrible that she is leaving. Tomorrow is her last day, so that's gonna suck. I'll live, she'll visit. I guess it's only once in a while that you meet someone where you're like "Wow, I never would have guessed she'd be like me." On a lighter note, we played a game at the party last night, she told us to go around and introduce ourselves, and announce the chore we most hate and why. Of course, I came right out with the "I hate cleaning the bathroom, because my 4-year-old son has horrible aim." Well, she told us to remember the last part, and instead of naming the chore we hate, replace it with "I hate sex because..." Yeah, I sounded like a fucking child molester. It was a fun game though. My dad really liked the light up penis key chain that I got. He thinks it's real lady like. Well, I think I'm going to lounge on the couch and be lazy now.
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[21 Oct 2005|12:01pm] |
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Wow, I never get on here to update this thing. Nicole and I finally got the internet yesterday, so no more long afternoons for her over at her parent's house... And I don't have to get on at work anymore. All those damn distracting guests, taking me away from the computer. So, not much to say... ALthough I recently started taking much better care of my skin, it was getting pretty scary. I guess I stopped caring for a while. I got about a million new cd's the other day in the mail, well, it was more like 10 but I have a lot of cd's that I don't listen to, so today I made a vow to at least listen to the cd's that I already have before I order any more. I have an addiction to BMG, but when they have sales where you can get cd's for $3.50 a piece with no shipping and handling, I really just can't help myself. I should really chop my credit card in half, but it's just so good to me. Saul's coming home at some point today, and tomorrow we are having Kegan's birthday party. It's hard to believe that he's already 4. It's gone by way too fast. He's also gotten wayyy too smart for me, and he's quick with a comeback usually. I don't know if it's him being around Nicole and I all the time or what, but he is going to be one hell of a smart ass when he gets older. I can't wait for the first office referral because he told the teacher "your mom".
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[27 Sep 2005|09:15pm] |
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Ah, I haven't updated in a long time. I've been working. Work is crazy. Lots of laundry and lots of bitching amongst ourselves. There are a few housekeepers that need to shut their mouths. It's really pathetic. Especially one that is in a supervisory position, and still talking shit like a 7th grade girl. Gah, people are dumb.
About a week ago, I checked in an adorable old man. Right before he walked away, he handed me a little booklet about Jesus. He told me that I look like I need Jesus. There are very few things that piss me off more than the discussion of religion... I just smiled and took it. An old lady told me tonight that she likes my hair color... I told her that I buy it that way and she laughed... Then I told her that my roots are showing bad and she told me that it only adds to how neat it is... Man, it must be lonely being 80 years old. I also find it very cute when older ladies, and men, tell me how interesting my piercings are. You'd think that most of them would be disgusted, as a few are, but most of them aren't. Our new regional director doesn't like my earrings, I took out my "monroe" retainer when she came in, so she didn't notice that, but she was still making up all these excuses for me to take my earrings out... Like "People might hear them clanking when you answer the phone..." and others equally as fucking stupid, but she never outright told me to take them out, so I'm not going to. Damn it woman! Quit trying to hinder my self expression. I wouldn't take them out anyway. A 4g isn't very big, but it took me a lot of pain and tears to get that far... Lots of thanks to Saul for causing that pain, by the way.
Apartment life is lovely... I especially enjoy walking around naked when Nicole's at work. It really makes me feel free. Haha, just kidding... Or am I? I have also noticed that when I get angry or pissed off at Saul, I immediately start to clean and straighten things up... Maybe that's not such a bad thing though.
Kegan's birthday is coming. I ordered him a Captain Feathersword (Don't know who that is, do you? Visit The Wiggles site, you will soon know. http://www.thewiggles.com Ah, to be the mother of a preschooler) costume on the 16th or thereabouts and they sent me a thing that said it was sent out on the 21st and it came in the mail today... All the way from Australia. Pretty damn fast if you ask me... And the shipping was only $9.00 through the United States Postal Service-Air Mail.
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[08 Sep 2005|03:59pm] |
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Well, I never thought that it would hurt this bad, physically or emotionally. You figure if you've done it once, you can do it again. I feel like complete scum. Did I do something wrong or do I just not deserve it? Saul, I'm sorry for pushing you away, but this is just something that I'm going to have a hard time with, especially with you gone, and I'm going to be mad for a long time. I really wish now that I hadn't found out, but then I wish I had found out earlier, because maybe I would have enjoyed the short time that I did have instead of bitching about it, and I wouldn't have told anyone. I am completely heart broken. In the beginning I thought that maybe I could live without it, but now I want it more than anything in the world. We'll try again some day.
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[25 Aug 2005|02:20pm] |
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Yeah, you're gone, ok... I need to know if you're coming back or if you're gone for good, because I need to make room for someone else if need be, and by the first of the month, I won't be running a storage unit. Let me know. I feel bad about what happened with him, but now I know that it was for the better.
I looked up his criminal record. My god am I glad he's not in my house anymore. Even had a sexual assault on there. I just wanted to shake some sense into you. I'll drop his record off at your house. I'm sure it'll make you smile and giggle with glee, and you'll fall more and more in love with him. Some people are just naive. I feel bad.
Oh, Kara... I know you'll read this... Come visit me. Call Saul, he's got my number.
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