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So the other day my ex-manager from the pet store called me... she told me that they really need people and would I please come back and work there again... of course I was going to say no, seeing a how there was a reason, a very good reason I left: the screaming, swearing, temper-tantrum having, selfish, insecure, control freak, animal abusing, disgusting fucking psychotic asshole owner. So... as I was trying to say no in a polite roundabout sort of way, she said... "Well ok, I just though I'd ask since Tom doesn't own the store anymore... I bought it, and it's been quite a nice place to work since. My eyes just about popped out of my head... I told her that in that case of course I would... but I can't leave my other job so I can only work a couple shifts a week. She said that was fine... I'm very excited... both animal and staff will be treated so much better.

Here's kind of the funny thing about this though, when I worked there last year, I loved it... it's fucking hard work, but I grew up on a farm so when it comes to animals, doesn't matter, I can do it. Buuutt.... I quit because of the owner, but there was one girl, younger than me who had been there for longer than me who 'always' tried to get me in trouble... and Krystal was just flat out a bitch, Debbie (manager/new owner) always had problems with her giving new staff a hard time, but other than that they were friends. So... basically, while I worked there last year, I recall thinking ALL the time... that if only Debbie would buy this place... and if Melissa and Kyrstal would leave, it would be such an awesome place. Debbie called me to ask me back TWO DAYS off of when I was hired last year (last year it was about jan. 17th, this year... jan 19th), she told me that Tom doesn't own it anymore, she does, Melissa left last month and Krystal put her two weeks in a few days ago. Just thought that was a little odd.

I've been thinking though, and you know... with my Mom, Treya (little sister(16)) and Taylor (little brother(7)) coming down to visit in junish, it's going to be even harder getting time off of two jobs. But it's so importent I do... they are such a huge part of my life, all three of them are my best friends. Of course my sister and I fought a lot when we were younger and we never believed mom when she told us we'd be friends some day, but of course she was right... Taylor and I never fought of course because when he was born I was already 16, but Taylor and Treya are around the same ages Treya and I were when we fought... but their fighting isn't all that bad. She still takes good care of him as much as he drives her crazy. I think about them all coming here everyday.

Some times I wonder what would have happened had I stayed in Washington/Oregon... I miss everyone out there, I miss the fun of downtown Portland... the concerts... I really miss the concerts. No one fucking comes here. When I was there Mandolin and I went to everything... Rammstein, System of a Down, Godhead, Depeche Mode, Slipknot, the list goes on... fuck... we went to a Reel Big Fish concert and fucking SUM 41 OPENED for THEM.... but this of course was before anyone had heard of them... when they were done playing and RBF went up, the whole band came down on the floor and hung out with everyone... Mandolin got all their autographs, I didn't bother because I thought nothing of it... didn't think we'd ever hear anything from them again, and two weeks later they were on the radio... go figure. Though the best thing was when my friend Spencer introduced us to Rammstein and Godhead and got us backstage because he was friends with Godhead... I fucking miss that place. We were heading down the stairs to the after party when this HUGE bouncer said we couldn't go down because only Spence had a pass, but then Jason (Godhead lead singer who we had just been introduced to a few minutes earlier) came down and said it was fine because we were all with him... wow. I needed some reminiscing of the good 'ol times.

Going to work a little later on, but having some alone time this morning... I like it when I'm the only one home, get to do some singing with no one around for me to embarrass myself in front of. Finally got the 0ga plugs made for a friend with whom I promised them to months ago. I made a pair for myself a long time ago with labradorite cabochons in them, but they are 0ga and don't fit anymore. But Zoe really liked them and so she asked me to make her a pair. Isn't it funny how when you start to stretch, and usually you'll initally set a goal... like I said 6ga... no further. Now I'm at a 00ga and want to go bigger. My friend Mike said he would go to a 00ga... he's at almost an inch. IT'S SO ADDICTIVE! But then again... once you get one tattoo... once you get one piercing... it never stops.

I want a pet fruit bat.