i must admit i had tons of fun at the party, although i myself had some boy drama. FINALLY! i can now join the ranks of jenks.

and if anyone asks, i didn't do anything in the dark attic, i swear!!!

well, maybe a little bit...

but i deserve some action too.

the ex-ex seemed to have gotten so fucked up and so down on himself that he left in a fit because he apparently got jealous. such is the bed that he has made. besides, that is soooo two years ago.

i def think the best conversations were held out on the porch. it was nothing but sitting on faces, sucking pussy, giving blow jobs, reaching orgasm, anal sex, squirting, drugs, and a few other subjects i dare not remember.

it was a pleasure finally meeting (e:twisted) and (e:carolinian) and the oh so charming, (e:kookcity2000) . you were definitely the highlight of the party.

(e:terry) you can cancel the plans for the party i asked you to attend. i think i will hold off on that one.

i am now sitting in the minneapolis airport. i've been here since noon. they lost my baggage and since it will be coming on the next flight, i decided to wait for it. if i was a real paying customer, i would have had them deliver it to my hotel room. but i decided to be nice to my boss and save her a few extra hundred bucks so i used my travel privileges to get to training. but since i'm an employee of us airways they wont deliver the baggage to my hotel unless i pay $18. so i'm sitting around playing on my computer. had to pay $7.95 for wireless access. ate mcdonalds, wanted to eat ben and jerry's but thought it was time to pick up my bag from the baggage claim. unfortunately i didn't realize that time moves back an hour in minneapolis and although i am an hour younger here, my luggage is still an hour away.

i so badly need a shower and a change of clothes and a bed. i am still in the same exact makeup/clothes(minus the fishnets), fake lashes and hair that i was at the party. i came home at 2:30 am, had to pack for this 4 day trip and and head to the airport at before the crack of dawn.

i have a headache, body ache, and lung ache. i quit smoking and last night i fell off the wagon.

i do love my freind lynne and she is the chillest chick i know, but thanks for busting me out last night, biaaatch!

I found a victim!

oh god, getting off birth control pills is never a pretty sight for me. usually i am a hard ass, stoic, unemotional, pillar of strenght. but the first few weeks of being off of homones turn me into an emotional, sex starved, crying sap, where everything makes me want to weep and cry while craving rough nasty sex. actually i'd probably be crying WHILE having rough nasty sex. i haven't had any brave takers yet.

today, i am going to the grandest, greatest party ever. all in celebration of the premier of the third season of Grey's Anatomy (THE best show on TV)

i am so excited to be working at my important job. in fact i am SO important that they've given me my own pager! now i am almost like jenks, rushing off to answer pages when important matters arise. unfortunately, my dumb ass forgets to turn off my CELL phone during a huge meeting with all the departmental honchos. good thing i didn't have 50 Cent's Candy Shop song as my ring tone.

i need to learn access yesterday. i don't understand why they have to make that damn program so damn complicated. its not like i can't make tables and forms, but its the complicated things, such as running updating queries as macros, that stump the shit out of me. thankfully, i have inside IT connections who is a self proclaimed access master, so he better get his ass in gear and help me NOW!

and i also get to go away for training in minneapolis! i hear its an up and coming city with a lot of interesting things to do and see. leaving on october 1st and returning on the 4th.

did i mention how much i hate doctors offices and their stupid receptionist? those nasty, snotty, sassy, bitches. they can eat my asshole raw and floss with my pubic hair.

wow, fergie from the black eyed peas had a meth addiction!



she said it was the heardest boyfriend to quit...no wonder she's so fucking skinny.

my parents must be the most penny pinching, frugalistic (I know it's not a word), cheapskates alive.

how cheap are they, you say?

they are so cheap that after they placed mouse traps around the garage and the little mice met their terrible fate, they pry apart they mouse trap, peel away the carcass and reuse them over and over again.

i mean, how expensive are mouse traps? i found $1.29 for 2 at walgreens. is it really worth the trouble (and disgust) to reuse a 70 cent mouse trap? i mean seriously, after using aluminum foil to cover a plate in the fridge i am not allowed to throw it in the garbage but rather must put it into the aluminum pile in the garage that my step-father then goes and sells for 18 cents a pound at whatever the place is where you sell back used aluminum, and he once got $200 for a load he brought over! he steals the toilet paper from hotel rooms when he goes away on business. we have not bought toilet paper in years. the same goes for shampoos, lotions, mouthwash, soap, matches. he collects old 2 x 4's to burn in the fireplace instead of buying firewood.

but i guess this is how they have over 100K cash in the bank all the while living on a 40K salary.

So the doctor gave me a new med for my mystery illness, klonopin. I'm a little weary of taking as I usually try to stay away from downers. I don't like feeling sleepy and retarded when I'm not supposed to. So to counteract that I went ahead and bought some smart pills on the internet, piracetam. lets hope the pharmacy actually sends the pills and not rips me off, and lets hope that once they arrive here they are real and not sugar dupes.

My MRI of the brain came back normal, so now they are sending me off for an MRI of the neck and more blood work to check for some rheumatoid stuff, among other things. The doc gave me some shots in my back again, this time going much deeper. They fucking hurt like hell and today I feel worse than I did before the shots. It fucking hurts like something awful. I refuse to take the muscle relaxers and the cymbalta they gave me. The relaxers make me stupid and the cymbalta made me feel panicky, like I was going completely crazy. the only thing i'm taking now is ultram, which helps somewhat, but makes me so irritable and mean and aggravated that i can't stand being around people and their stupidity. Maybe the klonopin will give me a good high. I heard some people like it, but getting high and taking away pain, are two different things. I seriously doubt they will do much of anything for my pain. The doc says I'm all stressed and uptight. I don't understand how he came to this conclusion, when he talked to me all of 5 minutes and knows nothing about my life. I am not anywhere near stressed, except form these headaches, and I live a laid back, calm, stress-free existance. I work 3 days a week, and lounge around the other 4 days. I live with my mom, who does most of the cooking and cleaning (because i just don't clean up to her standards), and I pay no rent. I mean seriously, it doesn't get any better than that.

i just want to be headache and pain free like normal people. i don't want my whole day to revolve around the headache that may come, and how to prevent it, the headache that is coming and how to ward it off and the headache that is there and how to stop it. i'm tired of puking, not being able work, or sleep, or being able to plan any social things. everything that i plan is contingent upon whether i have a headache or not. at times it hurts so much that the only thing i can think of is putting a bullet through my skull.

But whatever. bring on the meds.

here is an interesting job prospect for (e:zobar) (e:carolinian) and (e:jason) ! you can apply to become stephen hawking's assistant. it only pays around 40K, (which is way too little for (e:paul) to leave roswell) but the fringe benefits, i hear, are great!

i can't believe i missed all the action last night. i had an engagement to attend to and then...well...as the night wore on...i kind of forgot.

see this is what happened.

my friend who is like a soccer mom, living in wheatfield, never goes out. last night she managed to drag her ass to the bills game with a co-worker and somehow ended up at goodbar. she calls me at 10pm and asks what i'm doing. now, most nights i'm in bed by 10, but i had a bachelorette party i attended and was stopping by spot for a nightcap.
she calls me and asks me to meet her.

when i get there, i see her friend is obliterated and ask who is driving home. the friend insists she is perfectly fine and will drive her home no problem. i turn to my friend and say you better not let her drive you home or you'll be on the side of the road in a ditch. she turns to me and says, "um..you know what she told me?"

i'm like...."nooo?"

she's like..."she told me she smokes meth"

and so i'm like..."oh shit...that's some crazy shit!"

so, to make the short story long.....er.....i ended up driving her home and forgot about estrip.

i've been told i missed some surprise guests, for which i'm glad. ex #1 ended up showing up, which is soooo weird. thank god for that misconnect.

oh...and ex#2 calls today crying about how heart broken he is over the girl who left him. i told him that karma would come back to bite him on the nose.

no thanks...no boy drama for me.

oh yeah and i've missed jury duty for the second time in a row.....are they going to arrest me now? am i going to jail?

i will be joining the roswell family starting september 11th! i'll be running a couple of breast cancer studies. i've been trying to get this job forever and now i've finally succeeded! now i'll be rich and will do something that is challenging and rewarding!

I FINALLY GOT A REAL JOB

this makes 4 peeps working at roswell now, that i know of.

For those who'd like to see more china pictures, i uploaded them onto shutterfly, just like i promised.

after you click the link, click view pictures, when you come to the next page, chose "view as slideshow" it makes it a lot easier to view pictures.