i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
flipping the fuck out

Sorry so late! i had two days off and, like usual, they were pretty busy aside from my normal sleeping in thing.


Tuesday i woke to my phone - i needed to run the Ronica�s glasses to her at school so she could take the TAKS test. i jumped out of bed, threw on clothes and a hat and did that and i dropped off a check at the bank. i was pretty sleepy.


i got home and got busy setting up Myste's diary template and doing some random stuff on my computer. i also cleaned a bit, did some laundry and baked some bread.


When Angel came home i asked him if he'd like to eat some Chinese because we all love it and i'd not been to the store yet. i figured that we could eat early and do the shopping. so, off we go and we eat the wonderful food that always agrees with both me and The Ronica (Angel seems to have issues but then, he willingly mixes the super-spicy oiled pepper stuff with the hot mustard and soy sauce on his rice as his idea of dessert and wonders why his ass hurts . . . it's the crazy Mexican side of him, i say! more on that in a minute.).


so, when it comes time to pay, i send Angel to the car to grab my wallet because i had left it there and he comes back making this mad face and asking me where it was. i told him the car was still there with a smile as i thought he was jacking with me. he glares and repeats his question. i promised him that the wallet really was in there. more glaring and he specifies the CARD and where was it. i started to laugh thinking he'd gotten me and tell him to quit because the card was in the wallet. he's STILL glaring at me and slowly tells me it is NOT in the wallet. i promptly flip the fuck out and go confirm that no, it's not in the wallet. Shirley, out wonderful waitress, who just gave up some really nice chopsticks from Japan, tells us not to worry and she will cover it so we can pay her back. i am still standing there flipping the fuck out. Angel is thanking her and steering us out the door and there i am, shuffling along, flipping the fuck out.


i retraced all my steps and check everything and the only thing i can think of is that i remember the deposit and the little ticket i got back for that but i don't remember the obnoxious beep-beep-beep and the card popping out so i think i was so sleepy that i left my card in the ATM. i had to call and cancel that one and then go to the branch today to get the temp ATM card while my checkcard comes. Shirley was off today so i couldn't pay her back yet but i did get the shopping part out of the way and we had chili-cheese-dogs tonight because it is a rare treat for us and Mary was here to get loved on.


so now it's late and i need to get some sleep. i have a busy day of selling shit to the masses to save my job tomorrow. woo.


2 people would flip the fuck out, too

confessed on Thursday, Apr. 21, 2005