Ok, so the Mt. Dew Live Wire request response has been seriously underwhelming, but that's ok, I'll forgive you all in time when I come to grips with the fact that I didn't give you my address.
E-mail my username at hot mail dot com and I'll GIVE you the address to send it to!
it's only 11:30pm and everyone else here is asleep.
i am alone and awake with my burning eyes and furry cuffs with the soft, muffled rhythmic snoring keeping me company.
tonight was girls' night out and Mary's sister was invited but she is not a coffee person, she is a beer person, so she bailed on us and Mary's Time is Upon Her so we didn't stay long.
Today was rough for all involved so Tonya, The Hot Waitress, made me hot chocolate with pie cherries in it and made Mary a Philly Melt with out the bread.
i ate three eggs scrambled with mushrooms and the poopy sausage bits that Denny's uses in the scrambled eggs and it was good. the only other thing i'd eaten today was some oatmeal for lunch when i was so empty it hurt more that my tooth which is hoping to get paid extra for torturing me to death instead of just simply killing me outright. remind me to revise that contract to read "quick, efficient, painless death" . . .
In other news, I got to see my cats last Thursday! I miss the babies so much it was hard not to cry and I didn't want to leave. San is mad at us and Eboshi is growing so fast it's crazy! San comes from a smaller breed, apparently, so Eboshi will easily outweigh her when she's full grown.
We are working out everything and keeping the weekends pared down to just what must be and trying to eat at home more often and it's showing in our budget already. We actually absorbed a $250 hit last week with hardly a skipped step. As long as we don't take any more hits, we may even be able to move by December. that doesn't include the fact that i have to come up with the $500 deductible, but it's do-able.
my birthday was mild but fun - i think my whole weekend cost a total of $100 or $125 and that includes dinners, gifts, and goofiness. we really kept it down but i had a wonderful birthday fairy that made sure that it was good for me no matter how obstinate the obstacle in her way. not that she met with any that i know of . . . but that she was VERY thorough.
i wore my new black t-shirt from http://go-girly.com and my black kitty ears, and Mary wore her silver sequined butterfly chest-covering strappy-thingy and the silver fairy pants i made from some funky fabric we had on had from a rave Mary went to a long time ago. the pants tied at the sides and were open from the waist down and we added bells on strings and a bell anklet to make it really jazzy! then, she was made up in silver glitter and i used the last of my Bath & Body Works Art Stuff Apple Roll-On glitter to cover the serious amount of skin we had left.
She was so damn hot they walked into walls . . .
we intended to go to some place called Main Event but it was sadly overrun by children, teens and soccer mommies that wanted to kill Mary and dance about with her head on a stick so we bailed quickly and went to Dave & Buster's. i filled one card and we ran off to shoot stuff, kill things, race all manner of vehicles, skee some ball, B some ball and push little tokens off ledges for tickets so that i could win . . . . a TOASTER!
what? you're not excited by a 4-slice bagel toaster? i am, but then, i love my toasted carbs.
Carbs are my friends, carbs are good and guess what? all you morons watching me eat my tasty, crunchy, chewy, crusty, buttered, cheesed, sauced, and plain carbs with envy . . . can kiss my weightlifting ass because you are torturing yourselves and that is Angel's job. he's all bummed because you have taken his job away and i have to live with him, so you deserve to see all the happy people eating pizza and pasta and bagels and pancakes and French toast while you eat your weight in Gouda smothered beef with your buttered mashed cauliflower.
i hope you tear each other apart over a bag or pretzels in a break room at work next week and it makes the news so i can point and laugh.
sorry, that has been building for a long while. carbs don't make me fat, eating a lot of fried food and sitting on my ass a lot makes me fat. i am working out now, so i won't stay that way. my dad had a heart attack from some stupid freak diet that is unhealthy and dangerous, and while i truly believe in a certain order of natural selection, some good people are occasionally fallible, so tell them to stop being foolish, eat a sandwich, drink lots of water, and go ride a bike (after an hour for digestion).
i find that since water makes me puke, Gatorade has a wonderful thing called Propel Fitness water that has a faint flavor and some hint of sweetness with all the vitamins and minerals that aid the proper absorption of water. i try to drink 2 bottles a day and cut back to two servings of caffeine a day. i mastered the two waters but the caffeine is a tough one and i was at one morning drink and i think it was four evening servings, but that beats a Dew in hand all day long . . . at least a gallon a day habit.
i'm beat and my Motrin is wearing off so i need to take more and get some sleep if Satan is going to be poking at my tooth tomorrow. it will take a lot not to vanquish her and her minions on sight.
by the way, a thing to ponder - i have found that i like Chip. he is a pretty cool guy and i'm glad to know him. that is really weird and i needed to document that feeling because we spoke on that the other day and i realized that though we sucked ass as a couple and the break up was a mess, i'm glad we worked it out enough to look at each other and see what is real instead of the past hurts and stupid things we've said and done. he's not even the same person.
and Myste is a doll. i really do love her to bits even though we kinda leave a little space between us. she is the one taking my sorry self to Satan's lair tomorrow for torture because she loves me and i trust her to get me out even if she has to fight demons to do it.
i have to say that my life is pretty damn cool ride despite the occasional tummy flipping spiral drops. maybe it is, in part, because of the drops . . .
onward, ho!
"Fuck Her Gently" ~ Tenacious D
"What's you favorite position?
That's cool with me, it's not my favorite but i'll do it for you . . .
What's your favorite dish?
i ain't gonna cook it but i'll order it from Zanzibar! "
confessed on Tuesday, Oct. 05, 2004