Alright then this is the story of my day. Complete with pictures for those with reading difficulties. You are welcome. This time. I will say now that the day would be Tuesday the 22nd day of January 2008. I do not know what day this will end up posting on. But what the fuck does it matter? I have already told you the date.
Getting right into it, I stayed up very late in the SG chat room, not talking so much because I was busy with other things, no reason to get into details on that beyond--writing. I did not get in bed until after 5 am. Once in bed I was able to sleep more than the usual 45 minutes to an hour. Normally I just lay in bed and try to relax, when I am able to relax I allow my body to rest. I can feel my body getting heavier and tingly and it feels much like your leg feels when it is numb from sitting on it or whatever. So my mind does not always stop long enough for me to sleep. So laying in bed trying to relax is the best that I can do. I always know when I will have a frustratingly sleepless night because I will have my eyes closed and still blink, if that makes sense to you, if it does not try it, close your eyes and keep them closed while you blink. Get it? Doesn't matter. Moving on-- yes I did sleep for a few hours I woke up with my head still trying to ache until I am driven completely insane by the pain of it all. So pretty much I got up and waited for the mail. I have still not gotten the tax papers I am waiting on. But I did get some mail today.
This is another postcard from my good friend Lettice. She was backpacking, I think, in Athens. (I think she was backpacking, I fucking know she was in Athens) And was incredibly awesome enough to send me a postcard from there. I do love getting mail from friends, I am certain I have mentioned this is some form already, although probably not in this particular fucking entry.
After the mail I decided that I have heard enough of Katherine (or Katheter as I call her, yes I am an asshole, hahaha I had to tell her what the fuck a catheter was) asking me when I am going to straighten my hair. Because she is the idiot that she is she does not realize that with the rain being pissed all over the place, straightening my hair is not the better idea because it will just frizz out and curl back up upon contact with moisture. Damn the luck, yes I know. So then I stayed outside with the dogs for a couple of minutes (I should probably get a picture of them next time) and I decided that the day was looking as if it was going to be dry enough for me to straighten my fucking hair. YAY for that she can stop her incessant whining. And I can make the old ladies that bowl on Monday and Tuesday nights jealous, as they were all admiring my hair on Monday in what seems to be the senior bowling night. HAHAHA what a bastard I am. And quite aware of this I have been for years. So then we have these next pictures to more beautifully illustrate the following events of my day.
Kind of before and after, but I will be doing it in an equation to be cute and maybe condescending if you take it that way.
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And during the straightening process I got a call from a friend of mine that I used to work. He was fishing and invited me down to a pier here in town to hang out and bullshit for a while. So I finished my hair and got in my car and drove over a bridge to go meet up with him. And OF FUCKING COURSE!!!!
It started to rain. So I did not go fishing after all. Gods fucking damn the luck!!!!! Instead of fishing I decided to stop by the liquor store to talk with my friend there. She owns Pojo's Liquor Store, as well as Baker's Liquor Store.
Not to worry though, my friend call me when I was at the liquor store, he informed me that his last line had broken so he was calling it a day. Sure it played out okay but the rain was still going to fuck my hair up. When the rain stopped I went to my friend Rita's salon 'Do or Dye, pictured in my January 19th post. Rita and Eliane (pronounced El-e-Ah-ne, she is Brazilian) are responsible for the two red highlights I have. So Rita was highlighting her hair red and had some extra dye.
So its like... Friend's salon + Extra dye =
FREE HIGHLIGHTS!!! MOTHERFUCK YEAH!!! By the way, I did not get the highlights today. I have more pictures of that experience on facebook. So back to today:
We talked for a bit and it was there that inspiration struck. Rita was putting a woman's hair in rollers, for a perm, yeah go figure. Well Rita told me about a spiral perm and it sounded so fucking pretty that I have decided that I will go out in drag on my birthday or Halloween, probably both. So FUCKING YAY!!! I am going to make a dress, probably two, and get my hair spiral permed!!! And get all dolled up and have a fun time. This will be quite a relief and very well welcomed, as I have not had fun since October of 2007. And it is still months away. Either day is still months away; that gives me time to make the dress, fuck it though. Fucking hell, I know. So then yes my mother called me while I was at the salon gossiping as we girls tend to do at salons. I then left the salon and drove down the road a few blocks to my mother's office.
That is the sticker on the door. The office building is quite plain as some tend to be. Once inside my mother's office we conversed for several minutes until I realized that she had NO CANDY!!!!! A quick fact about my mothers job and office. She is the supervisor at an office that does drug screens, specimen collections, hearing tests, pulmonary function tests, hearing tests and respirator fit tests. The company she works for us leasing the office she works in from the company next door, the Contractors Safety Council. They provide a range of services to other companies. (contractor companies mostly, yes I do not believe it either) They have classes and testing for process and chemical and plastic plants in the area. So when you are getting a job at these plants you will usually have to go to the Contractors Safety Council for testing to qualify you to work at the plant. Then you will go next door to my mother's office for a urinalysis, that would be your drug test, and whatever else the company hiring you wants done. And not all companies do their drug testing at my mother's office, apparently they are bastards. So upon my discovery that my mother was without candy I slipped over next door to see Pam. Pam is my mother's friend, she works for the CSC, and Pam always has candy; as you can see below.
Yeah I helped myself to a lot of that shit there. I may get pictures of my mother and Pam later. Who knows? Well surely not you because if I do not know then you cannot possibly. So now would be a good time for you to drop it.
Moving right along-- Have you seen the movie Clifford? Well here we have this picture of me that I am going to include because, and my sister agrees with me on this, I am making a funny face in it as I try to guess at where the camera should be for the picture. I could not see the display and was without a mirror to do the looking in the mirror trick I used for a shot in the Jan. 19th entry. So this actually was not intended to be in this entry as it was only a test picture to figure out camera positioning, but the story that follows tells how it ended up in the entry. So my sister agrees not only that the face was funny BUT (this is actually the point I was going to make before going on about the other stuff) also that it looks like a face that the character Clifford made in the movie Clifford during a scene where he was asked to look at his uncle like a normal person. The expression he made was similar to the one pictured and reminded us both of the movie. And I know that it is probably only funny to us because we have seen the movie so many times. Watch it, you may be able to laugh along with us after doing so.
And now here is the picture.
So after all of that jazz I went home and prepared dinner for my grandparents, Arroz con Pollo as they know it, or chicken and rice. I took dinner to them as they only live on the next block over, yes it is quite a small town. Then I decided I was not hungry. And got home and cleaned and waxed my pool cues. I also reshaped the tips and treated them with superglue to make them extra hard. Then I called Charlie and we went to the bowling alley to play pool. And I am awesome enough to include a few highlights of my night playing pool. For your enjoyment we have:
I enjoy shooting at clusters of balls. HAHAHA filthy I know it can be heard in that sense. So really though, I play a lot of players that get stuck with clusters and cannot see or find the shot in the cluster. Too bad.
I am using Heresy, my McDermott cue.
This is not Heresy in this picture. That is my jump cue; I have yet to name it. But aside from Heresy I have Malady and Sodomy. And another that I have not named yet, but will soon enough. And the jackass on the right there pulling up his shirt is Charlie or Clank as I call him. I will probably get into that nickname later. He was purposely pulling his shirt up to try to fuck up the picture. I do not mind.
And here I am putting another hurting on Charlie, HAHAHA!! I had him hold the camera at the angle I wanted while the timer went off. So I cropped out this guy because he is a real douche bag. I think of him now because he's so fucking stupid and was in the picture. Funny it is a money ball I am shooting when the picture was taken. I like to bullshit that guy, Shane, because he's such a fucking douche bag. Well he asked me why I called the 8 and 9 ball money balls once when we were playing. I explained that when you are gambling you have to make the 8 in eight ball or the 9 in nine ball to win the MONEY. So it got the nickname money ball, well some of the bullshit I fed him was a line that was something to the effect of "Yeah that is why these fucking losers call it a money ball Shane. But that is not the only reason I do. Yeah when I get to the 8 or 9 it may as well be a ball of money that I am shooting at because that is all I fucking see. The money that I am going to win when I pocket that fucking ball. And I don't even see a pocket, I see other stuff. I see my hand or my wallet or my pocket, because that is where the fuck the fucking money is going. FUCKING RIGHT!!!" Yeah so I know that was more than a "line" but I say line because I am thinking of "line" in the sense of an actual fucking line, or a string. In this case a stream of bullshit that I am letting this silly fuck face gobble up. I called it a fucking "line" because it was all the same stretch of blah blah. HAHA.
Well yeah so then to wrap it up, I came home and wrote this fucking thing and I will work on the book here in a bit. Probably talk to some people, or whatever else I feel like doing. Do feel free to check out the next installment of the seemingly incessant stream of shit I will be writing about in my ongoing documentation of pieces of my life. ENJOY!!!!
Getting right into it, I stayed up very late in the SG chat room, not talking so much because I was busy with other things, no reason to get into details on that beyond--writing. I did not get in bed until after 5 am. Once in bed I was able to sleep more than the usual 45 minutes to an hour. Normally I just lay in bed and try to relax, when I am able to relax I allow my body to rest. I can feel my body getting heavier and tingly and it feels much like your leg feels when it is numb from sitting on it or whatever. So my mind does not always stop long enough for me to sleep. So laying in bed trying to relax is the best that I can do. I always know when I will have a frustratingly sleepless night because I will have my eyes closed and still blink, if that makes sense to you, if it does not try it, close your eyes and keep them closed while you blink. Get it? Doesn't matter. Moving on-- yes I did sleep for a few hours I woke up with my head still trying to ache until I am driven completely insane by the pain of it all. So pretty much I got up and waited for the mail. I have still not gotten the tax papers I am waiting on. But I did get some mail today.
This is another postcard from my good friend Lettice. She was backpacking, I think, in Athens. (I think she was backpacking, I fucking know she was in Athens) And was incredibly awesome enough to send me a postcard from there. I do love getting mail from friends, I am certain I have mentioned this is some form already, although probably not in this particular fucking entry.
After the mail I decided that I have heard enough of Katherine (or Katheter as I call her, yes I am an asshole, hahaha I had to tell her what the fuck a catheter was) asking me when I am going to straighten my hair. Because she is the idiot that she is she does not realize that with the rain being pissed all over the place, straightening my hair is not the better idea because it will just frizz out and curl back up upon contact with moisture. Damn the luck, yes I know. So then I stayed outside with the dogs for a couple of minutes (I should probably get a picture of them next time) and I decided that the day was looking as if it was going to be dry enough for me to straighten my fucking hair. YAY for that she can stop her incessant whining. And I can make the old ladies that bowl on Monday and Tuesday nights jealous, as they were all admiring my hair on Monday in what seems to be the senior bowling night. HAHAHA what a bastard I am. And quite aware of this I have been for years. So then we have these next pictures to more beautifully illustrate the following events of my day.
Kind of before and after, but I will be doing it in an equation to be cute and maybe condescending if you take it that way.
+
=
And during the straightening process I got a call from a friend of mine that I used to work. He was fishing and invited me down to a pier here in town to hang out and bullshit for a while. So I finished my hair and got in my car and drove over a bridge to go meet up with him. And OF FUCKING COURSE!!!!
It started to rain. So I did not go fishing after all. Gods fucking damn the luck!!!!! Instead of fishing I decided to stop by the liquor store to talk with my friend there. She owns Pojo's Liquor Store, as well as Baker's Liquor Store.
Not to worry though, my friend call me when I was at the liquor store, he informed me that his last line had broken so he was calling it a day. Sure it played out okay but the rain was still going to fuck my hair up. When the rain stopped I went to my friend Rita's salon 'Do or Dye, pictured in my January 19th post. Rita and Eliane (pronounced El-e-Ah-ne, she is Brazilian) are responsible for the two red highlights I have. So Rita was highlighting her hair red and had some extra dye.
So its like... Friend's salon + Extra dye =
FREE HIGHLIGHTS!!! MOTHERFUCK YEAH!!! By the way, I did not get the highlights today. I have more pictures of that experience on facebook. So back to today:
We talked for a bit and it was there that inspiration struck. Rita was putting a woman's hair in rollers, for a perm, yeah go figure. Well Rita told me about a spiral perm and it sounded so fucking pretty that I have decided that I will go out in drag on my birthday or Halloween, probably both. So FUCKING YAY!!! I am going to make a dress, probably two, and get my hair spiral permed!!! And get all dolled up and have a fun time. This will be quite a relief and very well welcomed, as I have not had fun since October of 2007. And it is still months away. Either day is still months away; that gives me time to make the dress, fuck it though. Fucking hell, I know. So then yes my mother called me while I was at the salon gossiping as we girls tend to do at salons. I then left the salon and drove down the road a few blocks to my mother's office.
That is the sticker on the door. The office building is quite plain as some tend to be. Once inside my mother's office we conversed for several minutes until I realized that she had NO CANDY!!!!! A quick fact about my mothers job and office. She is the supervisor at an office that does drug screens, specimen collections, hearing tests, pulmonary function tests, hearing tests and respirator fit tests. The company she works for us leasing the office she works in from the company next door, the Contractors Safety Council. They provide a range of services to other companies. (contractor companies mostly, yes I do not believe it either) They have classes and testing for process and chemical and plastic plants in the area. So when you are getting a job at these plants you will usually have to go to the Contractors Safety Council for testing to qualify you to work at the plant. Then you will go next door to my mother's office for a urinalysis, that would be your drug test, and whatever else the company hiring you wants done. And not all companies do their drug testing at my mother's office, apparently they are bastards. So upon my discovery that my mother was without candy I slipped over next door to see Pam. Pam is my mother's friend, she works for the CSC, and Pam always has candy; as you can see below.
Yeah I helped myself to a lot of that shit there. I may get pictures of my mother and Pam later. Who knows? Well surely not you because if I do not know then you cannot possibly. So now would be a good time for you to drop it.
Moving right along-- Have you seen the movie Clifford? Well here we have this picture of me that I am going to include because, and my sister agrees with me on this, I am making a funny face in it as I try to guess at where the camera should be for the picture. I could not see the display and was without a mirror to do the looking in the mirror trick I used for a shot in the Jan. 19th entry. So this actually was not intended to be in this entry as it was only a test picture to figure out camera positioning, but the story that follows tells how it ended up in the entry. So my sister agrees not only that the face was funny BUT (this is actually the point I was going to make before going on about the other stuff) also that it looks like a face that the character Clifford made in the movie Clifford during a scene where he was asked to look at his uncle like a normal person. The expression he made was similar to the one pictured and reminded us both of the movie. And I know that it is probably only funny to us because we have seen the movie so many times. Watch it, you may be able to laugh along with us after doing so.
And now here is the picture.
So after all of that jazz I went home and prepared dinner for my grandparents, Arroz con Pollo as they know it, or chicken and rice. I took dinner to them as they only live on the next block over, yes it is quite a small town. Then I decided I was not hungry. And got home and cleaned and waxed my pool cues. I also reshaped the tips and treated them with superglue to make them extra hard. Then I called Charlie and we went to the bowling alley to play pool. And I am awesome enough to include a few highlights of my night playing pool. For your enjoyment we have:
I enjoy shooting at clusters of balls. HAHAHA filthy I know it can be heard in that sense. So really though, I play a lot of players that get stuck with clusters and cannot see or find the shot in the cluster. Too bad.
I am using Heresy, my McDermott cue.
This is not Heresy in this picture. That is my jump cue; I have yet to name it. But aside from Heresy I have Malady and Sodomy. And another that I have not named yet, but will soon enough. And the jackass on the right there pulling up his shirt is Charlie or Clank as I call him. I will probably get into that nickname later. He was purposely pulling his shirt up to try to fuck up the picture. I do not mind.
And here I am putting another hurting on Charlie, HAHAHA!! I had him hold the camera at the angle I wanted while the timer went off. So I cropped out this guy because he is a real douche bag. I think of him now because he's so fucking stupid and was in the picture. Funny it is a money ball I am shooting when the picture was taken. I like to bullshit that guy, Shane, because he's such a fucking douche bag. Well he asked me why I called the 8 and 9 ball money balls once when we were playing. I explained that when you are gambling you have to make the 8 in eight ball or the 9 in nine ball to win the MONEY. So it got the nickname money ball, well some of the bullshit I fed him was a line that was something to the effect of "Yeah that is why these fucking losers call it a money ball Shane. But that is not the only reason I do. Yeah when I get to the 8 or 9 it may as well be a ball of money that I am shooting at because that is all I fucking see. The money that I am going to win when I pocket that fucking ball. And I don't even see a pocket, I see other stuff. I see my hand or my wallet or my pocket, because that is where the fuck the fucking money is going. FUCKING RIGHT!!!" Yeah so I know that was more than a "line" but I say line because I am thinking of "line" in the sense of an actual fucking line, or a string. In this case a stream of bullshit that I am letting this silly fuck face gobble up. I called it a fucking "line" because it was all the same stretch of blah blah. HAHA.
Well yeah so then to wrap it up, I came home and wrote this fucking thing and I will work on the book here in a bit. Probably talk to some people, or whatever else I feel like doing. Do feel free to check out the next installment of the seemingly incessant stream of shit I will be writing about in my ongoing documentation of pieces of my life. ENJOY!!!!
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i think i mentions in my ass thread if my ass were president there'd be chaos lol