asleep with my eyes open

Hello. It's been a little over a month since i've typed in this damn thang! Well Halloween is on Saturday...............goddamnit. This holiday always stresses me out, I DON'T KNOW WHY. Last year, I was going to pass out candy but ended up eating the whole bag then rolling myself to bed. This year i'm sticking a cat nose on my damn face & taking shots. Who cares?
So I've recently switched jobs. No more call center for me! No customer's bitching or weird hours! WOOOO HOOOOOO. The best thing about my job is Food Day almost every Friday...don't think all I do is eat though. There's the occasional reading of news, also the extra long stroll to the 1st floor drinking fountain just to bide some time. It can be exhausting trying to look busy.
Has anyone been really disappointed in this seasons Project Runway? (not that anyone is going to comment on this...or even read this) ANYWAY, some of the designs remind of me something I would find on the floor between clothings racks at a Daisy Exchange. That's just my nasty opinion, i can hardly sew a fuckin' button on so i guess i shouldn't be offering my opinon on that.
On a lighter note, IMPEACH OBAMA.

end of summer

let's just say, a LOT of shit has gone down since my last post. i'm completely stumped as to why the summer season makes everyone open their throats & drop their trousers. for me, the only liquid i drank in june had '80 proof' & 'not from concentrate' labeled on their bottles. note to self: next summer try not to get involved with army men, twins, or boys with girlfriends. The result will be a mess. Well ladies & men who probably look like ladies, goodnight.

hap burday tew mee

So, another useless Friday night wanting to down a third of vodka & smoke an endless supply of cigs. I'm so classy! But alas, I'm here alone, the night before my birthday watching Sex & the City re-runs. (side note: its the episode where Miranda finds out she's pregnant with Steve's baby!) I am SO over Steve & Miranda's relationship. I could never date a man with a Donald Duck voice.

jacksonville, flo-rida

So I just got back from a week long vacation in Florida. It was fabulous! Oh yeah, I also ended up spending over $1500 dollars!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I am a crazy person! I don't even really have much to show for it, although I did get this AWESOME Coach heart locket for my mom & an even more AWESOME pair of acid-wash jeans from American Apparel. My love of outlet stores has possibly exceeded my love for Justin....& maybe Taco Bueno...just maybe. As for the beach, it was b-e-a-utiful! Although I didn't get to frolic in the ocean with dolphins & tiny Cuban refugees, it was an experience I will never forget.

slaughter house

So, after watching Fast Food Nation, I think I'm going to puke my fucking guts out & become a vegetarian. In that order. Dangit, maybe I will only eat Braum's beef, or Arby's (it's so delicious!!). .....Maybe Wal-Mart's chicken too. This is going to be tough! If only our childhood ignorance about the real world can extend into adulthood, life would be much, much easier. Justin & I are going to buy our new t.v. tomorrow--woo-hoo! We're getting cable too. Look's like I won't be on the computer very much anymore since my ass will be too big to get off the fucking couch. Now I can really see what those bitches on Bret Michael's Rock of Love look like in HD quality. Not so purdy now, are ya?

sleepy

So, last night consisted of drinking heavily, socializing with old friends, & parading my dog around like a Miss America contestant. I think the feature of his that won people over was his constant sleepy face & lovable wrinkles. I am running on 6 hours of sleep, 1 sandwich, & a Tylenol. Being at work is fabulous! I can't wait to go home & veg the fuck out. I'm running low on cash because I bought too many damn clothes for myself, haha! I am an undiagnosed shop-a-holic. HELP! I'm sorry this blog is so self-involved, every sentence begins with "I". These posts should be private journal entries instead of being on display to whatever spooky character is reading them. BOO.