JOURNAL:
Well, with all the drama from last week (I know, I know - "save your drama for your mama" - I said I am done!) there was very little time for me to update you on recent events...
So I am now chief accountant at my step-father's company. I am technically hired for a little while (like, more than likely a month or two with the work that is needed!) on salary and I choose the hours.. since it is a home office and the phone traffic goes straight to his cellphone. Now I just have to get all the bank statements & reconcile the past two years in Quickbooks. Now, if you do know the program, that thing is the most illogical computer program I have ever worked with. A mac is easier for me to work with .... and I have not worked on one really in about, oh, 15-16 years. Yeah, anyway - so I have my work cut out. Also, his partner was supposed to be doing this might be embezzling money from the company.. he is a real piece of work I have been told... and I met him, very sleezy. So my stepdad is stoked since he can trust me (family) and I can teach him all of it. Also, give me a nice income for a little while until I find and get the job I WANT, not what I have to get.
Happy me.
Love life? The Echo Park guy that I have been seeing.. he is awesome, we spent a lot of the weekend together. We drank wine and talked, kicked it. His soon-to-be ex wife moved her stuff out of their duplex saturday morning so he rented a suite at the Standard hotel downtown for friday night. And if you know LA, the Standard is the hot spot on friday and saturday... beautiful people and nearly impossible to get in.. unless you are a guest. Then you are guaranteed entry. Happy again. It was a blast, his friends (2 awesome chicks) came to have fun too.. we played music and talked, hung out... drank A LOT. It was so fun.
sorry guys, there was powder in the mix.
I know, I am so weak sometimes. so saturday checkout came way too soon. and being cracked out and having to leave, I will never drive under those conditions again. Ever. 
so I showed up at Prince Charming's house at 1:30pm in the afternoon looking pretty damn horrible. He opened the door and just held me... I started crying and told him that he needed to look at me because this is the exact reason why I cannot do the drug (how soon we forget, right?
) and he just held me and said he understood. He talked me out of being depressed and beating myself up about it, also gave me some codine and calcium pills to neutralize the chemicals in my body... I fell asleep with him near - even though I interupted him writing - and he took care of me. 
Then I woke up at 8pm and he was sick from the chemo! wow, that sucked! So we caught dinner at Louise's (italian chain restaurants out here...) and I ate all of four bites of food then we left. I wanted to stay, he was so beat up by the chemo.. he was not in good shape. So I let him head to bed while I drove out of town.
Got on the freeway, realized that I left a lot of stuff at the room so I called the Echo Park guy and he was home, up, and down to just chill. Perfect! So we sat in front of his huge 70s original granite fireplace and drank some wine, smoked a bowl, talked for awhile and fell asleep on each end of his huge couch. Ah!
It was wonderful! In addition, since I love when I can hear the rain while I sleep, he put on some rain mp3s in the room.. so all through the house it sounded like it was raining outside (yeah, speakers from the computer wired all through this house.. it rocks). Periodically through the night, we would touch feet and look up and smile in the firelight... it rocked so much... did I describe it well enough? 
Thought so.
We wake up at 9 am on sunday morning... nice and early since we were asleep by eleven the night before and decide... hummm what do we do? So after bullshitting on the couch, fooling around and then finally having sex (I was not feeling it too much since I felt like shit, but once it was on, I was too!), we went to breakfast. This little spot on sunset called (ironically) The Bright Spot. So cute! Rocking 70s atmosphere (just like the place I slept!) and great food.. could not eat more than about 8 bites.. and it was my favorite! Eggs overmedium with steak, medium rare, hashbrown, wheat toast, two glasses of OJ and all the water I could... but it was filling. Then we could not decide what to do since we were being awake and aware on a sunday instead of doing what we did saturday... nothing but nurse ourselves through the come down. (ha ha, that was supposed to be funny). Then we come back to check on MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art, uncultered swine! 
) and I tell him about the post last week. So, since I am a little stone-y of course and he partook as well, I read him the whole entry and had him laughing so hard! He might join the site.. just because. Then we decide to do something close. So, since we are lushes, we go to the LA Winery. Yep, there is a winery near downtown LA. So we drank some wine, we bought a bottle, took that back to the house... and we drank that with two more through the night.. but not without hitting Alvarado Street for a nice cadillac Margurita and some chips and salsa! We laughed, joked around, had a blast. I konked out around 11 pm after the wine and he did too. Woke up there this morning at 8:45am to my Mom calling me... what an ungodly hour!
Now, through the course of the weekend, I had not really eaten very much. Lots of liquor, lots of water to counteract, but not a lot of food. AT ALL. So to recount it:
Thursday: ate pasta at 4pm. No dinner.
Friday: ate caeser with blackened chicken at lunch around 3:30pm, No dinner.
Saturday: four bites of caeser, small piece of bread, two bites of pasta. At dinner.
Sunday: 8-10 bites of breakfast, mostly egg and steak, at most of the toast. Two glasses of OJ. No lunch or dinner, just a few chips with guacamole.
I was really hungry today.
When I was on craig's list last week, I applied for an anonamous television show that would dye my hair for me. They want to do a segment on girls who have always been blonde who want to be brunettes. And that was the next idea for me. So I applied thinking "yeah right whatevs" but they called me! So I am getting my hair done on a fucking soap tv show I do not watch! (SOAP TALK?) The guy called me on sunday (mid-drunkardness) while I was out on Alvarado Street and told me I was being picked. So all I have to do is film two "plea"s of why I want to be a brunette and make it bubbly. Great. Go on tv and look like a blonde.. fuck. Oh well, it is free cut and color by none other than KIM VO! Just look the name up on google. Oh and if I do not like it, they will change it back. SCORE!
Now to find a video camera I can borrow. I know! Called my ex, told him what was up... and I drove my ass over to him in Venice since I was more than halfway there.....
We "went to lunch" at his mom's house. I fucked the shit out of him. I left.
Now, I know... I know. But you know what? The minute he came, I punched him in the stomach, which was not as successful as I had hoped so I slapped him on the face.
yeah, he asked what it was for. "For this, for being in this situation and still letting you have it. You deserve it". No arguement. And the replacement is still living with him. It is not going to happen, and it never will. 
Makes me sick. But I came hard, and it has been a little while since that has happened... that good. Not since the last encounter with Prince Charming which was AMAZING. But that is for another time...
and now I am home. I spent the evening with my stepdad and my friends JOHN and STACEY came by to hang, we all talked and caught up, remonised (however it is spelled) and filled in STACEY with my high school past with JOHN. Little rundown, he and I dated when I was 15 and got caught with other friends we still have out at 3 am by the San Antonio Heights Sheriff's Dept. Yeah, I got in a lot of trouble. So my stepdad has not seen him since and it was nice to just chill and talk.. like adults. Good times.. lots of fun to talk about the amount of history.
I like being home. Now I love it. And I think I might be okay with living out here now in the 909. It is not as bad as I make it out to be. But I am still going to bitch, if that is okay.
Time to check out. Thank you all again for the attention... and like I said, the asshole will continue to post apparently so here is that shit too....
DankMafia said onSeptember 27, 2004 08:44 PMDELETE i wasnt kicked you dumb fuck cause your a drama queen and other people backed me up so thanks for the fun cracky
Why oh why is this a fucking issue still? Sorry guys, but I said I would post all new material... sorry.
mahalo lovers,
~ the angel*
Well, with all the drama from last week (I know, I know - "save your drama for your mama" - I said I am done!) there was very little time for me to update you on recent events...
So I am now chief accountant at my step-father's company. I am technically hired for a little while (like, more than likely a month or two with the work that is needed!) on salary and I choose the hours.. since it is a home office and the phone traffic goes straight to his cellphone. Now I just have to get all the bank statements & reconcile the past two years in Quickbooks. Now, if you do know the program, that thing is the most illogical computer program I have ever worked with. A mac is easier for me to work with .... and I have not worked on one really in about, oh, 15-16 years. Yeah, anyway - so I have my work cut out. Also, his partner was supposed to be doing this might be embezzling money from the company.. he is a real piece of work I have been told... and I met him, very sleezy. So my stepdad is stoked since he can trust me (family) and I can teach him all of it. Also, give me a nice income for a little while until I find and get the job I WANT, not what I have to get.
Happy me.
Love life? The Echo Park guy that I have been seeing.. he is awesome, we spent a lot of the weekend together. We drank wine and talked, kicked it. His soon-to-be ex wife moved her stuff out of their duplex saturday morning so he rented a suite at the Standard hotel downtown for friday night. And if you know LA, the Standard is the hot spot on friday and saturday... beautiful people and nearly impossible to get in.. unless you are a guest. Then you are guaranteed entry.
Happy again. It was a blast, his friends (2 awesome chicks) came to have fun too.. we played music and talked, hung out... drank A LOT. It was so fun.
sorry guys, there was powder in the mix.
I know, I am so weak sometimes. so saturday checkout came way too soon. and being cracked out and having to leave, I will never drive under those conditions again. Ever.
so I showed up at Prince Charming's house at 1:30pm in the afternoon looking pretty damn horrible. He opened the door and just held me... I started crying and told him that he needed to look at me because this is the exact reason why I cannot do the drug (how soon we forget, right?
) and he just held me and said he understood. He talked me out of being depressed and beating myself up about it, also gave me some codine and calcium pills to neutralize the chemicals in my body... I fell asleep with him near - even though I interupted him writing - and he took care of me. Then I woke up at 8pm and he was sick from the chemo! wow, that sucked! So we caught dinner at Louise's (italian chain restaurants out here...) and I ate all of four bites of food then we left. I wanted to stay, he was so beat up by the chemo.. he was not in good shape. So I let him head to bed while I drove out of town.
Got on the freeway, realized that I left a lot of stuff at the room so I called the Echo Park guy and he was home, up, and down to just chill. Perfect! So we sat in front of his huge 70s original granite fireplace and drank some wine, smoked a bowl, talked for awhile and fell asleep on each end of his huge couch. Ah!
It was wonderful! In addition, since I love when I can hear the rain while I sleep, he put on some rain mp3s in the room.. so all through the house it sounded like it was raining outside (yeah, speakers from the computer wired all through this house.. it rocks). Periodically through the night, we would touch feet and look up and smile in the firelight... it rocked so much... did I describe it well enough? Thought so.
We wake up at 9 am on sunday morning... nice and early since we were asleep by eleven the night before and decide... hummm what do we do? So after bullshitting on the couch, fooling around and then finally having sex (I was not feeling it too much since I felt like shit, but once it was on, I was too!), we went to breakfast. This little spot on sunset called (ironically) The Bright Spot. So cute! Rocking 70s atmosphere (just like the place I slept!) and great food.. could not eat more than about 8 bites.. and it was my favorite! Eggs overmedium with steak, medium rare, hashbrown, wheat toast, two glasses of OJ and all the water I could... but it was filling. Then we could not decide what to do since we were being awake and aware on a sunday instead of doing what we did saturday... nothing but nurse ourselves through the come down.
(ha ha, that was supposed to be funny). Then we come back to check on MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art, uncultered swine! ) and I tell him about the post last week. So, since I am a little stone-y of course and he partook as well, I read him the whole entry and had him laughing so hard! He might join the site.. just because. Then we decide to do something close. So, since we are lushes, we go to the LA Winery. Yep, there is a winery near downtown LA. So we drank some wine, we bought a bottle, took that back to the house... and we drank that with two more through the night.. but not without hitting Alvarado Street for a nice cadillac Margurita and some chips and salsa! We laughed, joked around, had a blast. I konked out around 11 pm after the wine and he did too. Woke up there this morning at 8:45am to my Mom calling me... what an ungodly hour!
Now, through the course of the weekend, I had not really eaten very much. Lots of liquor, lots of water to counteract, but not a lot of food. AT ALL. So to recount it:
Thursday: ate pasta at 4pm. No dinner.
Friday: ate caeser with blackened chicken at lunch around 3:30pm, No dinner.
Saturday: four bites of caeser, small piece of bread, two bites of pasta. At dinner.
Sunday: 8-10 bites of breakfast, mostly egg and steak, at most of the toast. Two glasses of OJ. No lunch or dinner, just a few chips with guacamole.
I was really hungry today.
When I was on craig's list last week, I applied for an anonamous television show that would dye my hair for me. They want to do a segment on girls who have always been blonde who want to be brunettes. And that was the next idea for me. So I applied thinking "yeah right whatevs" but they called me! So I am getting my hair done on a fucking soap tv show I do not watch! (SOAP TALK?) The guy called me on sunday (mid-drunkardness) while I was out on Alvarado Street and told me I was being picked. So all I have to do is film two "plea"s of why I want to be a brunette and make it bubbly. Great. Go on tv and look like a blonde.. fuck. Oh well, it is free cut and color by none other than KIM VO! Just look the name up on google. Oh and if I do not like it, they will change it back. SCORE!
Now to find a video camera I can borrow. I know! Called my ex, told him what was up... and I drove my ass over to him in Venice since I was more than halfway there.....
We "went to lunch" at his mom's house. I fucked the shit out of him. I left.
Now, I know... I know. But you know what? The minute he came, I punched him in the stomach, which was not as successful as I had hoped so I slapped him on the face.
yeah, he asked what it was for. "For this, for being in this situation and still letting you have it. You deserve it". No arguement. And the replacement is still living with him. It is not going to happen, and it never will. Makes me sick. But I came hard, and it has been a little while since that has happened... that good. Not since the last encounter with Prince Charming which was AMAZING. But that is for another time...
and now I am home. I spent the evening with my stepdad and my friends JOHN and STACEY came by to hang, we all talked and caught up, remonised (however it is spelled) and filled in STACEY with my high school past with JOHN. Little rundown, he and I dated when I was 15 and got caught with other friends we still have out at 3 am by the San Antonio Heights Sheriff's Dept. Yeah, I got in a lot of trouble. So my stepdad has not seen him since and it was nice to just chill and talk.. like adults. Good times.. lots of fun to talk about the amount of history.
I like being home. Now I love it. And I think I might be okay with living out here now in the 909. It is not as bad as I make it out to be.
But I am still going to bitch, if that is okay.
Time to check out. Thank you all again for the attention... and like I said, the asshole will continue to post apparently so here is that shit too....
DankMafia said onSeptember 27, 2004 08:44 PMDELETE i wasnt kicked you dumb fuck cause your a drama queen and other people backed me up so thanks for the fun cracky
Why oh why is this a fucking issue still? Sorry guys, but I said I would post all new material... sorry.
mahalo lovers,
~ the angel*
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MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
You are my hero, hahaha. I love you!
Have you really never been brunette before? You seem like a blonde personality. And I totally mean that as a compliment, blondes rock. I like changing my hair color, but every time I come back to blonde it's like being home again.
If you get your hair dyed, you have to post pics. Because you're hot!
DankMafia's message made me life. thanks for the fun cracky. Cracky? That sounds like something an old man missing ten teeth says.
Actually, I kinda like it. I think I'll start using it, but I'll give it a new meaning, since I have no idea what the hell he was going for.