fuckin egg sandwiches

are good, eh. i just took one of my, um ex messes-with home (damn he's fuckin cute!!!!). Then i had an egg sandwich. The key is the new-seasons sourdough bread. It's chewey goodness makes me feel good to be alive, yah know. Tha sista used all the fuckin cheddah so all i had left was some damn pepperjack. Still tasted muthafuckin good!!!! my recipe for a post drinkin egg sandwhich one egg- scrambled with a utensil and nuked for 1 minute. cheese- whatevah your favorite flavor is, put it on top right out of the microwave bread- good shit, not that franz garbage. Put it in the toaster while nukeing the egg soz it ll be perfect. eggs done, breads toasted, cheez is melted. Put a smidge of mayo on the bottom bun, then eggz n cheez, then top bread. I sware to god its the bread. good, drunken fullness. Night my lovelies.

a tough choice

actually it's not a tough choice. It's still a choice, though, so i have to think about it. my boss asked me if i wanted to take the summer off school and help the restaurant get organized, including writing the manual and designing the training. I get a raise because my shifts will not all be serving. Fuck yeah!!!! i wanna take the summer off. i wanna just work and make money and party. party.

duh duh duh duh....do do do do

big pimpin (spendin cheese) if that didn't get the song stuck in your head i am just not a success as a person. I told you my boss loves me. She said like a month before i start serving (even though i picked up a couple tables fri.) She's letting someone else go so i start wednesday, 8 to 5 which is a long shift for serving. That's a shitty way to get shifts tho', but i've been on the shit end of that stick before myself. It happens.

me+vodka=skinned knee

oh my fucking unholy god. So i had a fucked up weekend. I'm in a pretty good mood and i'm not particularly hung over but oh wow, what a weekend it has been. Friday night my friend got his face smashed with a beer bottle by some shit-talking kiwi who was shooting bb's at the car. He went to the hospital and got many stitches. Last night i got really drunk and fell down and skinned my knee up pretty bad. And since i was drunk i walked around the house on my hands and knees. it doesn't help that it's white carpet. Also i was locked out of my room all day. The door locks with one of those buttons on the handle and i must have triggered it in my stupor. I finally got it open about two hours ago. Oh and i made out with some random guy outside the hut. No one saw. Could have been worse, i could have gone home with him. AND I CAN'T FIND A FUCKING JOB!!!! Also i need a date. Anyone want the job?

I'm fucking broke

Well not really, but I'm getting there. I wouldn't be if not for my sister. I love her lots but she's a bit of a financial burden. Plus she has not interest in her own finances but i cant let her slip, ya know. Well at least she makes semi regular payments to me on her debt. The upside is it's almost friday (trust me, from here on out it goes quick), and I may go out to the hut thurs to see alli n mike off. OOOOHHH and I spent some time on the GRE website (you know, the grad school equivalent to the sat's), looks like i'm gonna have to take the general test and then the math and physics subject test. I took the practice tests and I am soo gonna kick ass on it. Now if I can just figure out how to pay for it. It's still a year or two away, but well begun is half done (stole that from mary poppins donchya know). and now for a little t.m.i. if my boobs don't stop growing they're going to take over portland

You had to be a big shot

That song by billy joel always makes me feel guilty because i think it was probably written about a woman not too different from me. However, I am improving in this area alot in my old age. I'm still kind of a show off, though. Thats kind of irrelevant tonight. My love life is in the crapper. All i have to say is ftf never works. And when it goes bad, i'm always the one who comes out on the shit end. Of course all my relationships are like that. The good news is i'm all moved. I'm not all unpacked, not by a longshot, but it feels good to be in no rush. Watched Frida today. My what an interesting woman she was. Some of her stuff is too abstract for me, but i like her much more now that I've seen the movie. My that diego was a piece of work. Part of me wants to hate him, but, Idunno, i don't. Fear of having a relationship like that is what has left me how i am. A semi serial monogamist who has a tendency to sleep with my friends but won't let any one guy get me too jazzed. I'm still pining for the one that got away. He knows who he is. If you're out there, I'm still here.