pluck it out!

Subtitle: Let's make an official "Free-Ball at Work Day"

So this super nice girl at work (Leslie) gave me a BEAUTIFUL dress last week. It's kind of silky-ish short lining, and then all crocheted in different colors of brown (my favorite color) over it.

So, I wear it to work today for the first time wearing it, and another lady goes "omg, I can totally see your thong".

Well you know what, I don't freaking care.

So I ignored it, and tried to walk down less-lighted hallways.

Then someone complained to our attorney, who complained to my boss (the president of the company), who totally didn't care and you could tell he was embarrassed (although not terribly, we're pretty close)

So my solution: ditch the chonies.

So now that I'm actually wearing less, and have my chonies in my purse, I'm apparently more "office-friendly".....

bueller? bueller?

people need to settle down....

So I hereby encourage everyone to freeball - it's good for you!

Now I'm just hoping no one can see my ass-crack.

eh, fuck em!

Okay, One thing at a time:
1. Elmwood Village?? uh, No. It will really suck to come back to Buffalo & hearing people say that - it's a total marketing scam. I don't like it at all.
2. Thanks for the pics Paul - I love the memories! We Never (aka the 2-4 store) TRIPPED me the fuck out! I bet I could still walk in the door, hear that little "DING" & I would feel like I was on acid, which I was for much of the time living at 1097 Elmwood. Same thing with Jim's Steak Out. Too many times in there all fucked up & those pink neon lights - yikes!
3. Yes, the Murder. It seems the guy's name was Casey - I actually didn't know him, but I knew the guys that killed him - Big Dave & Red John. Incidentally, Big Dave beat the shit out of the landlord there a few months before the murder, apparently he was on liquid acid. I'm not sure if it's one those cases where you didn't know the person was totally fucked up, or if he just snapped, but Big Dave was always very nice whenever I hung out with him. Poor Red John - I think he was just a pawn in the game. He got a lot more time though, even though Big Dave was more the aggressor, because he fessed up, and Big Dave didn't. Totally unfair. From wht I heard there was some witch that they were in love with, and she told them that Casey had raped her, that's why they killed him. Let tht be lesson boys, don't fall in love with any witches - you'll totally get played. That place was totally cursed....lots of fucked up things going on there. When I lived there, one of the crackheads in another apartment tried to set the building on fire. Nice. Emily was there at the time. I think she lived there when the murder went down. I moved in slightly after, but hung out there all the time with the boys across the hall, where the actual thing happened I herd sometime later that the place used to be an underground abortion "clinic". I use quotes because I think it was more of chop shop. So all those unborn baby spirits are probably pretty pissed off.

Yes, insne for sure!

feliz cumpleanos, paulo, hermano, mi mejor amigo....
I know it was probably this weekend, but I have no computer at home. Also, to be honest, your birthday is the one that I can never remember. I always know it's January like 20-something, but I'm never sure. Maybe I'll learn it sometime before we're dead, huh?

Anyway, love you Paul, and miss you terribly.

I've started taking pictures of So Cal to post, but I haven't downloaded the software on my work computer yet - a little weary of the IT gestapo....

Anyway, later!

Sara

We can actually achieve something other than self-indulgence on this site.. I'm a little bit doubtful...

So I was talking to my parents last night, and made sure to throw a bunch of "oh, gosh, I wish I could be there for christmas" and "Oh I wish I could see your tree" and "I'll just be sitting in my apartment alone for christmas" and all such things. Cracks me up, I almost had to just get off the phone with them. My dad's all, "I wish there was some way, some great deal on plane tickets or something" and I'm all "I know Daddy, me too." Gosh they're gonna be blown away....

Y'all have fun at the party tomorrow - have a few drinks and smokes for me!

Don't party yourselves out too much, because I'll be in town next week, and be expecting to party a little myself!

Later!
Sara

shopping at work - so much better than real shopping....
yea!

Dylan to Host Satellite Radio Program

12/14/2005 12:15 AM, AP


Singer Bob Dylan will host a weekly radio music show on XM Satellite Radio beginning in March.

The hourlong show will be a mix of music hand-selected by Dylan as well as commentary, XM, which claims more than 5 million subscribers, announced Tuesday. Dylan also will interview guests, including other artists.

"Songs and music have always inspired me," Dylan was quoted as saying in the statement. "A lot of my own songs have been played on the radio, but this is the first time I've ever been on the other side of the mic. It'll be as exciting for me as it is for XM."

The show will be on XM's deep album rock channel Deep Tracks - XM channel 40.

XM broadcasts live daily from studios in Washington, New York City and Nashville, Tenn.


I FUCKING LOVE BOB DYLAN....





GODDAMN BOY!


Almost makes me wish I had satelite radio....

almost....

This lady is a total jack-ass, can you even imagine being that stupid and evil?


Woman Allegedly Hires Hit Man for Cheese Tue Dec 6, 7:01 PM ET


MEMPHIS, Tenn. - In an unusual case of mistaken identity, a woman who thought a block of white cheese was cocaine is charged with trying to hire a hit man to rob and kill four men. The woman also was mistaken about the hit man. He turned out to be an undercover police officer.

Jessica Sandy Booth, 18, was arrested over the weekend and remains in jail with bond set at $1 million on four charges of attempted murder and four counts of soliciting a murder.

According to police, Booth was in the Memphis home of the four intended victims last week when she mistook a block of queso fresco cheese for cocaine - inspiring the idea to hire someone to break into the home, take the drugs, and kill the men.

An informant described the plot to police, who arranged a meeting between Booth and the undercover officer.

The undercover officer gave Booth some nonfunctioning handguns, bought ammunition for her because she was too young, and the two proceeded to the home under police surveillance.

Booth told the officer that any children inside the house old enough to testify would have to be killed, police said.

A search of the home with the permission of the occupants revealed no drugs - only the white, crumbly cheese common in Mexican cuisine.

"Four men were going to lose their lives over some cheese," said Lt. Jeff Clark, who heads Project Safe Neighborhoods.

Okay, so with the help of my travel agent, my work, and my brother, the Christmas surprise is on! I'm so stoked. I'll actually be home longer than I had originally thought, I'll fly in on the 21st, and back on the 28th - so a whole week!

I was originally going to ask my grandma to help out with the cost of the plane ticket, but decided against it as she's getting a little senile and might let the secret out. Besides anyone who reads this, the only people back home that know I'm coming are my brother and his wife.

My travel agent was able to find a pretty cheap flight (relatively, then again, what isn't relative?). Anyways, so close to Christmas, I figured I'd get major-screwed, but I was able to get a flight for $580. Not bad!

It's gonna be a-fucking-awesome!

I hope I get to see (and meet) a bunch of you while I'm in town...

Although I did realize I have just about no winter clothes, so I'm probably going to spend as much on new sweaters and pants as on the plane ticket - oh gosh, and boots!

The coolest thing is this: I get a pretty fat bonus check each christmas from work, but it won't be here until next week. Well, I really didn't want to wait until then to get the tickets, it would be like impossible. So they're letting the travel agent invoice them, and then I can pay them back when I get the bonus. How fucking cool is that.... as much as I bitch about work sometimes, they really are super accommodating...Also, I just took a week off for Thanksgiving, and have like no personal time left, but they're still letting me take off (actually my boss said "HELL YEAH, JUST GO") and have found someone to cover.....

NICE!

See y'all in a couple of weeks!

So, a little background.....

My son's dad and I trade holidays in the whole happy custody schedule...This year Elijah will be with his Dad & Family in Hawaii - expenses all paid, by the way, for the whole family to fly out and stay, by Elijah's grandparents (not my parents, clearly).... kind of makes me think maybe I should've stuck around another couple of years - not really - the last five years of growth and learning are worth way more than a trip to Hawaii - I'll get there on my own one day.....

So usually when Elijah's with his dad for Christmas, I spend the day with Bob, Tracy and Jill. Bob is my old neighbor, who is a super pain in the ass, but one of those that you just can't help being his friend. Tracy is his son, who I dated for about 2 years, and broke up with about 6 or more months ago. Jill is Bob's daughter, Tracy's sister, who I am also very good friends with.

Well, Tracy has been in a super bad way since we broke up, particularly the last few months. If I'm around and he's sober (rare) he can barely even look at me. When he's drunk he says a bunch of jack-ass things. So they know that Elijah will be with his dad, and I know I'll be invited to Christmas, but for Tracy's sake, I've already decided I will for sure not go there.

So, I've been looking forward to spending Christmas alone at my little cold apartment (yes, it does get cold, relatively, in San Diego).

Cut Scene, flash to my dad....

My dad had colon cancer - was diagnosed a guess a little over a month ago - and had surgery to remove it. He is doing well, and starts chemo tomorrow at Roswell, where, coincidentally or not, Paul works, and also my sister-in-law as an oncology nurse. I've been trying to figure out something special to get my Dad this year for Christmas... kind of racking my brain (I'm a total daddy's girl, by the way)....

Cut scene, merge two together...

So I've decided that, with a little help from my brother and my grandma, to give my daddy me for Christmas.... I just decided like an hour ago, so nothing is set in stone yet, but I plan on flying home and surprising him. I can just picture his face, and I realize there's no other choice to be made!

I'm super stoked.... Paul, do I hear EStrippers' Party?

anyways, I'm planning right now on being home from the Thursday before Christmas, and probably flying back the Tuesday afterward....

Wish me luck! That way no one will have to send me any snow, which I desperately miss, if you can believe that....