It's one more and I'm free

People need to mind their own business.

can we keep going on tour?  Okay?  Ok.

Holy mother of god, this lady I work with came to ask me if I wanted to take her birthday cake home since she didn’t want it, and I was listening to my music and jamming out so I feel this breath on my arm so I freeze and turn around and she’s SUPER CLOSE to my face and STARING at me and I swear I almost had a heart attack, I was that startled, and then I was like “oh my GOD” and took my headphones out and laughed nervously and after that it was just really awkward.

asdfasdfasfsdf just kill me.

Ohemgee, my phone is working.  Rachel Maddow and Amy Goodman, I missed you.

I dropped my phone behind the washer yesterday.  I still haven’t gotten it out, so I am without a phone right now. It freezes all the time and I can’t listen to my podcasts on it, so what’s the point of even having it with me?

I am out of hot sauce.

Will the pain never end?

- I went to the dog park on Sunday and hurt my lower back somehow.  And now it hurts to move suddenly and my left sometimes goes weak when I’m walking.  Annoying.

- I lost my phone two weeks ago and after my boyfriend bought me a new phone that doesn’t work in the US (haha..ha), and the insurance company sending me two phones with no batteries, I finally have a replacement phone with a battery, but now it keeps freezing up and sometimes the service doesn’t work.  Motherfucker.

- I haven’t gotten Danny anything for his birthday and it’s in two days.  :(  I am a bad, bad girlfriend.

- I had a dream and my friend that’s in prison right now was in it, and it was a happy dream, so when I woke up it was sobering and very sad.

Other than that, I’m off tomorrow, Friday should be an easy night, possiblyyyy Florida(????), got the hotel booked for Thursday night at the Renaissance for PCC with the discount, there will be food this weekend because of Zombie Jesus Day, and I start part time next week, which means this weekend is my first 3 day weekend of many to come.  Holla.

Convention over. I think I made a fool out of myself a few hundred times, but that happens every one, so I should get over it.

I got written up and suspended for calling out Friday (even though I requested it off in January, but that’s complicated and anyway) to be there.  I’m suspended on Danny’s birthday though, so joke’s on you work, joke’s on you. 

I start part time in two weeks.  I’m excited to have my life back.

I’m reading some of my old fanfic and am alternatively both cringing and thinking that I wrote better at 17 than I do now.

Life.

Not fair.  I’m struggling to get back to where I was at a month ago anyway.

sdfasdfasdfsad part time in two weeks and I might get fired on Friday anyway, so what the fuck ever.  The real question is why I am so angry about this.

Rawr. 

Did I mention the Walking Dead was fan fucking tastic last night?

Because it was. 

I have a convention next week that I am not very prepared for and I’m slightly starting to freak out.  However, I’m also procrastinating on preparing, so …. we have a problem.