Hey hey hey, and the ladies took me out on the town! Only to hot shots, but it was fun! Now we're at kevin taylor's/ tiffanipplous's hizzle! It rolls off the tongue like butter! Anyways, on my way to work in one hour. No Mas por favor! I hate getting up/and or staying up so long! Too early, but the tips should make up for it! Drunnken fool! I want to thank my mother, and tiffany and nicelle... at out of bounds...go tip her FAT!!! Exactly. And I think I'm trashed and need to leave this keyboard. I might be back later! Peace niggaaaaaaas!!!!
Hahaha, I love Christmas/Thanksgiving time so so much. I figured out the most awesome gift for a certain friend of 'Best' status, and I finally completed it this morning. Haha..I'm giddy with excitement. Now, off to watch the Spongebob movie with Scarlett, Mack, and little cousin Eric. Little kid Things!! <
Tell me... Do any of you know how it feels to be cast aside for a pixellated character? Well, up until the coming of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and Halo 2, I could say no. But as of right now, the only male figure I want be around is playing PS2 and Texas Hold 'Em . (His other option being making up for the the fact that I've been blown off for the last week by taking me to dinner or some other social event to show that I still matter.) ANYway... I know he thinks I'm being a crazy bitch for making it perfectly clear that I want more attention, but I don't think I care right now. The night before last, I purchased beer for US to enjoy while partaking in a motion picture. He felt the need to take the liberty of inviting the person that bought it for us in for a "quick game of Halo". In the process calling his other gamer friend over to enjoy some brews and gametime. My cue to leave? When he says "Why don't you go hang out with your friends or something? I'll call you when I'm done." Raise your hand if you feel worthless. So... today I decide to not call him until a reasonable time. A reasonable time being: long after he's called me multiple times. So by the time I decide he's earned my phone call, he tells me I'm only 15 minutes too late. He JUST made plans because the thought I'd be gone all night. But so I know... he WAS going to take me to a fancy dinner and rent a movie so we could spend some time together. But wants to know 'why I'm in such a bad mood?' I really, Really want to have faith in the male of my species, but I'm slowly deciding all they care about is sex and videogames. Someone prove me wrong. Please. And thank you all for your time. Please excuse my anger-regurgitating.
So I'm in Monroe Washington. It's pretty out here, but very boring. I asked my cousin Brent (who, by the way, "liked Good Charlotte, Vendetta Red, and Story of the Year WAY before they sold out" if there was anything awesome and exciting to do up here. He says "Well, there's a skating rink, and i dunno..." Me: "How about any clubs?" "Like, what, for dancing? uhhh... no, but there are some jazz clubs."
So it looks like me and little A are gonna have to find a cosmic bowling place or something, cause I don't want to drive 45 minutes to the nearest big city. BUT, there is a young child's birthday today at 3:00, so hopefully there will be copious amunts of beer to cunsume. And it's so fun to watch my Dad and uncle Larry hang out. They're so similar in everything they do. We watched Lord of the Rings last night, and Dad and Larry bothe are huge fans of the books, so they're trying to go through and explain the parts that we don't understand, and they say things like "Correct me if I'm wrong, Randy..." and gesture wildly toward the screen in exactly the same way. Ahhhh, brothers.
Anyway, I started this book called 'Ecstasy', by Irvine Welsch (p.s. thanks Court for pickin' me out some literature for my trip) and so far it's turning out to be very strange. There's a cheating husband, a girl who doesn't know if she's gay because she feels like she's in love with her best friend when they roll, and her best friend is dating a boy who works in the city morgue, who has to let this rich guy who donates shitloads of money to the hospital have sex with the dead people so he'll keep donating money. Not much to do with Ecstasy, but i guess the next two stories are. And it's not fully in accents the way Trainspotting was, so it's easier to read.
I apologize for taking up all this space, but I have no contact with anybody right now, and I miss them. I wish I could say hey to my little boy, but I feel bad asking to use the phone for long distance. Anyways, I should go, everybody's trying to watch Memento, and my typing has got to be ruining it. I love you all.
Okay, so it isn't summertime yet, but does it not feel like it? I'm frightened for my albino skin this summer. But I've decided not to fear the sun, but to embrace it, and maybe try on a pair of shorts for once in my life. As for right now, life is awesome. I'm super-excited to be moving in with my favorite chickadees in a month. Hopefully Ma will hook it up with last month rent-free, but that's pushing it. I just have to save every cent I make. But that's okay. It's well worth it to have my own room and a living room we can smoke in whenever we want. Also, my little boy took me out to dinner last night at the Portland City Grill, and it was so beautiful. We both dressed up real fancy-like and had a nice dinner. The table right down the way from us, the guy proposed to his girlfriend on her birthday. It was so nice. Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well, and enjoy this sun while it lasts. Don't forget, we DO live in Warshington! Haha.
Ma making an appointment with Kaiser for my blind sister
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Today is SO great for multiple reasons. One, it's blazing hot outside and I have the morning off. Two, My favorite Seatte-ites are traveling south for Easter. And Third, Courtney Elizabeth Sound is on her way to MY house to go get stoned and fuck around downtown. AWESOME. Anyways, I'm elated about my friends coming home, I really hope I can get the house to myself for a couple days. That would rock REALLY hard. Also, I've been not so broke for the last few days, and it feels so good. Thank you U.S. Gov for hooking it up on the tax return. I just may get a cell phone today, but I still haven't decided if I want to be That Guy yet. I guess I should be on my way. Love to all.
And there ain't nothin' wrong with the love that's in her eyes. I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by.
So I've been furiously ill for the past week, and I feel like I've been living in a small cabin in the woods (unabomber style). I don't know anything about anything in anyone's life right now, and I would really appreciate an update. Last night was my first wonderful, joyous experience with the S10 and little Subby Subberson behind my seat. Jonny Z needed to hear Lucy's Fucking Sky the way it should be enjoyed. Loud as FUCK. And it was everything I'd hoped it would be. I had the hugest urge to steal the sweet hotness just for one night and surprise Courtney while she was rolling, but thanks to the Washougal boys, my battery is in no condition to start a vehicle. Oh well. There will be other days. Anyway, I'm almost fully recovered from the sore throat of the century, and I feel awesome. All my favorites are at a NOFX show right now, and I'm superjealous. But also excited for them. Tomorrow is my first day opening the Cucina with the new owner, but it should prove to be fairly simple. Well, my life has been all but exciting, so that's all I've got for now. Life is grand. P.S. I get very jealous when I listen to Saw Red, and I think I'm a psychopath for being in love with a dead man.
What can I do, honey I feel like the color blue You're packin' up your stuff and and talkin' like it's tough and tryin' to tell me That it's time to go But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that overcoat and that it's all a show That kinda lovin' makes me wanna pull down the shade, yeah That kinda lovin' yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same Aerosmith
Sublime, Boss DJ (in my head, it's always on repeat)
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I'm having a wonderful day. Worked 10:00 to 3:00 serving the hungry of Vancouver their cheese and sauce, then scrubbed the filth off my beast of burden that they call a Civic. Afterwords, took that little bro of mine to Uncle Joe's for some badass clam chowder, which was an interesting time. Now I'm off to cook the night away and hopefully become very intoxicated later in the evening with my greatest of pals. Who, by the by, have been preoccupied with their male counterparts for most of the week (smile). So here's the lowdown on the last couple days. Leaving work on Wednesday, I was admiring a nice new Toyota Tundra in front of me... but alas, within a few moments, it was on top of my hood. SHITTY. This weird guy gets out and discusses not going to our insurance companies, and having him just give me cash for the damage. Cool with me. We decide on $250.00, and he comes to my work to pay me, and in the meantime asks me out for a drink??!! CREEPY. Anyway, Thursday rolls up like a gangsta and I have to go find a hood for my ride. The first place called has an 89' Civ-dog with a clean hood. Nice. And SCORE, it's maroon also. So a trip to Portland (In my sweet lover, the S-10, by the way) to pick it up reveals that the crackhead at the yard also has a maroon passsenger fender ripe for the plucking. So 4o minutes and $100 bones later, I'm saddled up with a new hood, a new fender (to-be-installed), and $150.00 in my pocket. THANKS. Maybe God doesn't hate me as much as I once thought. Anyways, I have to get into kitchen mode and be on my way, but I love everyone, and I love my truck, and I'd love to see my girls tonight, so give me a call!!!!
So I'm going to register to vote today. For some reason I feel I have to. Still not sure if I will make a difference yet. Anyways, My work is being cool for about two seconds and giving me another couple days off, but then I work, like 11 days straight after that, so it sucks. But the cash flow will make up for it. This weather makes me want to go out running, or mowing lawns. Just ANYTHING active. I'm pissed off that it's already 5:00 and I haven't done much of anything. But I did take a shower and get dressed, so I'm halfway to productive! Well, I'm off to make something of myself! Love to all.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. -Pink Floyd, 'Wish you were here'
Amber singing Ladies Love Cool James' Doin it well"
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So this has been a wonderful few days for me. Spent 2.5 of them on Mt. Hood, and the rest laying around and getting very stoned. I was worried that no one at the mountain would smoke pot, but alas, my fears were no more when one boy showed up with an ounce of his sweetest cheeba. Did ALOT of drinking, and got schooled at foosball...it was awesome. Yesterday, Courtney and I hit up Target, got some badass underwear and I found the pimpin-est Hummer 2 shirt. It's all shiny and jelly-like in spots, I love it. Anyway, I don't have to work until 4, so this has been the ultimate three and a half day weekend. Sooooooooo... after I get done at Hell, I have alot of catch-up smoking to do. I hope everyone is well and good... and have a great day.
"Woke her up around one She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her butt off and then chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams No helicopter lookin for the murder Two in the mornin got the Fatburger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" Drunk as hell but no throwin up Half way home and my pager still blowin up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I gotta say it was a good day" -Ice Cube (I love you)
That song on Shrek when they're all split up and sad.
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Today has been VERY unproductive. Was supposed to get up early and get a ton of shit done, (1st on the list was smoke with C sizzle @ two, but sleep got the best of me once again...my apologies) I've been running around downtown Vancouver searching for the district headquarters of Burgerville or something, so I can give them my new address and get my fucking taxes done. I've been stoned pretty well my whole weekend, which is A+, but I really don't like having all that time to think about what I should be doing instead of smoking. Oh well. I went looking around at people's interests on this Livejournal deal, aand I ran across a pro ana/mia community, and it really made me sick. These girls post their measurements and ask questions about how they can hide being bulimic from their friends and family. I really hope no one I know personally is ever in a community of that sort. I value all of you so much, and no matter if you think so or not, all my girls are the most beautiful on the planet. Funny coincidence they all ended up in Vancouver, huh? Lucky me.
-Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet -only for a night with no repeat -baby you wanna leave, and never call -but a taste of honey is worse than none at all
Chingy (The video with Rudy Huxtable all growed up)
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No prep today so I'm still in my pajamas at noon. It's the greatest thing. I just might get off my ass and go wash my car today. But that may require too much effort. So Jonny Z got a new puppy yesterday, it's a tiny tiny miniature Doberman Pincher. The cutest thing you'll EVER see. Spent a good majority of last night trying to keep it off my face. I'm curious as to wheremy new debit card is. It's been more than a week, and no sign of it, or the new S.S. card. I guess it's a good thing I don't have a debit card, because I still have hella money in the bank because I can't just go to the ATM every time I want a bag. Involuntary self control. Anyways, must make a productive human being of myself and get started on my day. <> Ciao!
I know I don't write all too much, but I've had some things on my mind. I just had a long discussion with my J.D., and it didn't go as well as I thought it would. I've been given another sort of ultimatum...but it's not as ruthless this time. I've never been in a situation like this. Do you know how hard it is to want to be with two people so much, and not break any hearts in the process? It's not easy. Also, I had a very vivid dream last night, the most real I've had in a long time. But it consisted of the two most beautiful girls in the world telling me I was not their friend anymore, and they wanted to keep it that way. I know it was a dream, but it sure felt like I was getting dumped by my best friends. I've been thinking about it all day and I keep wondering if it was just my unconscious telling me to do some homework on how my friends feel about me. Anyways, I have to leave for work in two minutes, so I'm up outta this.
"Just let the lovin' take you over, cause it will if you let it. I'm funky, not a junky, but I know where to get it." -My husband
Well, I'm intoxicated, and I'm hanging out with my little Jonny Z, we're just watching Nightmare before Christmas, and drinking a little hard A. He loves cars like me, and He's the big Pimp of 166th. Anyways, this is the first update since the VERY first, but it's been awhile in the making. I wish I knew more about the internet, I'd be on here all the time. Well, I should be goin, we have some hot ladies to discuss...I love you all, and have a good night.
I'm glad to have a livejournal now, it took forever, but here we are. This is Danielle, if you don't happen to know who this person is that took the liberty of adding themselves to your list! I can't write alot right now, but I will another time. 42o!
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