sickdaylife

This past weekend was great. It was quiet and simple and the weather was shit, but it was great nonetheless. Saturday's plans to go buy stuff for my new place was put on hold b/c of th weather, so a certain someone made me clean my room. Somehow, I managed to get 6 garbage bags of crap out of there, mostly from my closet. Sunday was awesome. WEnt to work, then found out that I wasn't supposed to be ther b/c I had a vacation day, that no one told me was approved. I was pissed that I actually showed up and worked for a bit, but at least I got to go home and spend time with my baby. We went to get a banking fiasco taken care of, I got to exchange my Horrorpops CD for a CD that actually had the Horrorpops on it. ( I bought the Horropops CD a couple weeks ago, and due to a manufacturing error, the CD had some terrible band called Destuction Unit on it). Bought my cat a spike collar and a heart-shaped ID tag (the tag was someone else's choice, and went out for dinner, where we sat on the same side of the table (which I love and apparently so did the waiter). Went home and put the new collar on my cat, which freaked him right out. He then managed to take it off and hide it under the couch. Sneaky little bugger. Then I had an amazing nap. All in all, a good day.

Oh ya, today is Mutha Fuckin' Motley Crue day! Dudes Night Out with Randie and furo. Drunken mayhem sure to ensue! Floor seats! Hopefully Mick Mars won't die.