I am TOTALLY not a cat person. But my kitten Tipsy is the coolest. Sure, she's a psychotic little fuck who runs around the house like a maniac, and who makes weird bird like meow's, and who is creepy and will just stare at you, or run across my computer and sit right in front of my face when I'm trying to use it...oh the list goes on. But I love the little feline. 
I had the most amazing breakfast this morning. We're Friday regulars at this diner, and they love us there. So I had a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwhich on a toasted bagel...with a shortstack of chocolate chip pancakes with a side of fresh sliced strawberries and banannas. mmmm. The waitress came up to us and said she had to ask us bkz all of the waitresses were wondering (now mind you, all of the waitresses are like 40+, and there's one young mexican dude waiter...haha) how we eat like fucking COWS all the time, but still say so skinny? hahaha. We told her we didnt know...just good metabolism? Bkz Lord knows we don't do SHIT to stay in shape. Hah. I guess waitressing counts. I burn alot of fucking calories on a busy night, and sweat my ASS off. Waitressing is mad good exercise. Especially at my restuarant, bkz we're always running around doing tons of shit.
Work's been okay lately. Frustrating as always, but the money's been pretty good this week. I've had like 3 80$ nights. Word. Hopefully tomorrow will be a $100 double. Ugh Saturday's are the worst tho. It's the end of my work week, and I'm usually tired of it. I was okay tonight though. Hopefully tonight will be a night full of really good sleep, and uninteruppted by phone calls (by my landlord @ 8 motherfucking AM yesterday).
So... onto the house situation. So Tara had the nerve to come down and go to the bar with us last nite. Thank God Kerry was here, bkz I'm seriously fucking mad as hell about all of this moving bullshit (ALREADY...it's been 3 days), and I couldn't stand to even LOOK at Tara. She was super annoying, and really fucking annoying this morning coming into my room 40 times to use my phone to call Kris bkz she had her keys, when I told her a million fucking times that Kris would be home @ 11. FUCK YOUUUUU. I told her today that she has not one fucking clue in the world how this is affecting us. And I brought up the idea that this could all just be a lie, about her grandparents cutting her off...bkz she fucking HATES living here. HATES HATES HATES. And she secretly hates all of us, and knows we hate her. It's so fucked...but this girl is seriously wacked out of her mind. She's so strange, there's just something not right about her. So I wouldn't be surprised if she made up this lame ass story about how she couldnt live with us next year, bkz she doesn't have the balls to just come out and tell us how she REALLY feels. Fuck, dude. This changes everything. She has no idea. She's so wrapped up in her stupid little world to even NOTICE the reality going on around her. She had no idea that we were moving out. She thought we'd still be able to live here. Yeah, no. Not paying 500$ a fucking month for rent. Dumbass.
We're probably going to go look at a few apartments in a few days. GAH. I'm so sad thinking about leaving here. So many great fucking memories have been made here. This is HOME.
I wish I could just fucking pick up and leave for Miami right now. RIGHT THIS SECOND. Just pick up and leave everything behind. Take a year off from school, work, whatever. But just leave and start over.
Negativity. I hope this looks up soon. But it's going to be a long, bumpy road. Hopefully we can recruit some people to help us move, with promises of a keg party and some BBQ.
No I'm serious, I'm recruiting everyone I know to help me move. 
Ugh. I don't think it's really hit the girls yet. But I'm going to start packing in a few days. We have to at least be out by July 20th. That gives us about a month. We figured we'd move out by the 15th and then take the next 5 days to clean the fuck out of this place so we can get some of our ($2300) sec. deposit back. Our landlord is PISSED. But what the fuck else can we do?
Last nite was fun. I was worried about Justin tho, and Kris' ex-boyfriend was STARING us at the bar last nite, and I kept looking @ him, and it was making me so mad. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE STARE AT ME.
Anyway. I don't know. I zoned out. Peace.
xox.
I had the most amazing breakfast this morning. We're Friday regulars at this diner, and they love us there. So I had a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwhich on a toasted bagel...with a shortstack of chocolate chip pancakes with a side of fresh sliced strawberries and banannas. mmmm. The waitress came up to us and said she had to ask us bkz all of the waitresses were wondering (now mind you, all of the waitresses are like 40+, and there's one young mexican dude waiter...haha) how we eat like fucking COWS all the time, but still say so skinny? hahaha. We told her we didnt know...just good metabolism? Bkz Lord knows we don't do SHIT to stay in shape. Hah. I guess waitressing counts. I burn alot of fucking calories on a busy night, and sweat my ASS off. Waitressing is mad good exercise. Especially at my restuarant, bkz we're always running around doing tons of shit.
Work's been okay lately. Frustrating as always, but the money's been pretty good this week. I've had like 3 80$ nights. Word. Hopefully tomorrow will be a $100 double. Ugh Saturday's are the worst tho. It's the end of my work week, and I'm usually tired of it. I was okay tonight though. Hopefully tonight will be a night full of really good sleep, and uninteruppted by phone calls (by my landlord @ 8 motherfucking AM yesterday).
So... onto the house situation. So Tara had the nerve to come down and go to the bar with us last nite. Thank God Kerry was here, bkz I'm seriously fucking mad as hell about all of this moving bullshit (ALREADY...it's been 3 days), and I couldn't stand to even LOOK at Tara. She was super annoying, and really fucking annoying this morning coming into my room 40 times to use my phone to call Kris bkz she had her keys, when I told her a million fucking times that Kris would be home @ 11. FUCK YOUUUUU. I told her today that she has not one fucking clue in the world how this is affecting us. And I brought up the idea that this could all just be a lie, about her grandparents cutting her off...bkz she fucking HATES living here. HATES HATES HATES. And she secretly hates all of us, and knows we hate her. It's so fucked...but this girl is seriously wacked out of her mind. She's so strange, there's just something not right about her. So I wouldn't be surprised if she made up this lame ass story about how she couldnt live with us next year, bkz she doesn't have the balls to just come out and tell us how she REALLY feels. Fuck, dude. This changes everything. She has no idea. She's so wrapped up in her stupid little world to even NOTICE the reality going on around her. She had no idea that we were moving out. She thought we'd still be able to live here. Yeah, no. Not paying 500$ a fucking month for rent. Dumbass.
We're probably going to go look at a few apartments in a few days. GAH. I'm so sad thinking about leaving here. So many great fucking memories have been made here. This is HOME.
I wish I could just fucking pick up and leave for Miami right now. RIGHT THIS SECOND. Just pick up and leave everything behind. Take a year off from school, work, whatever. But just leave and start over.
Negativity. I hope this looks up soon. But it's going to be a long, bumpy road. Hopefully we can recruit some people to help us move, with promises of a keg party and some BBQ.
No I'm serious, I'm recruiting everyone I know to help me move.
Ugh. I don't think it's really hit the girls yet. But I'm going to start packing in a few days. We have to at least be out by July 20th. That gives us about a month. We figured we'd move out by the 15th and then take the next 5 days to clean the fuck out of this place so we can get some of our ($2300) sec. deposit back. Our landlord is PISSED. But what the fuck else can we do?
Last nite was fun. I was worried about Justin tho, and Kris' ex-boyfriend was STARING us at the bar last nite, and I kept looking @ him, and it was making me so mad. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE STARE AT ME.
Anyway. I don't know. I zoned out. Peace.
xox.
tadzi:
i can relate about the cat...mine is a fucking lunatic. she only likes two people and bites everyone else.