xevilxashleyx

Bleh...
Just..bleh.

I'm so damn bored. My job bores me so much that even when when I leave, the boredom follows me home...

I've been go-go-going since I got home around 4:30, which really isn't that long to be go-go-going at all, but it seems like forever right now. I swear, it's got everything to do with knowing that I have a million and one things to be doing but instead I'm doing everything my mother is telling me to do. I'd love to tell her that I've got things I have to be doing (per usual), but due to some recent less-than-pleasant news she's given me, I'm inclined to bite my tongue...
Besides, we're going to get ink together sometime soon...and she's paying...

Alas, despite all the things I have to do, I'm still sitting here typing this, so I guess I can't complain too much...

Anyway:

This week has flown by. I should have monday off every week...
However, it seems I've got a ton to crunch into just a few short days, especially since the SG East Coast Camping Trip is...next weekend...? Yes? Finally! I love long weekends.

While out and about last friday, I picked This up for The Boy. I'm still waiting for These to come in - I ordered them for his birthday well over a month ago, but they've been held up on backorder. Bastards.

Why is it that no one around here does transmission flushes? Better yet, why is it that it says they offer "Full Transmission Service" in their adds when they offer everything but the flush?

I feel like I have a shit ton of stuff to cram into this next week before camping. Maybe it's because I do have a shit ton of stuff to do? That'd be my guess...

Random randomness for randomnes's sake:

I need a transmission flush before my car explodes.

I need to get a new rat cage. Thanks to "someone" (ie: my mother and/or one of her friends fucking up the cage they were in beyond repair) I've got 6 rather large male rats living in one of these pieces of crap (I usually use it as a 'sick house'). They're not pleased, and neither am I.

Wouldn't ya know it? Just my luck that next week = period week. Hopefully my cooter will be happy by the time camping rolls around, or I'm going to be one unhappy ashley.

The other day, my mother saw some razor burn in the ditch area of my arm. She thought it was track marks. I laughed at her, though she didn't know why.

My dog licks himself nonstop because of some skin condition he has. As a result, he's got almost no fur on his back, and open wounds on his legs. Poor guy.

Brian's kooter is dumb as dirt, but cute as fuck.

Drumzilla ain't so bad.

My stomach is acting weird lately. It makes loud, angry noises when I'm not hungry, and often feels less than well.

I get my license back on august 8th. Yay for that.

Currently, I'm wearing one flip flop. Just one. I have no idea where the other one is or when I took it off. Or when I even put these fuckers on, for that matter...

I'm being terribly unproductive. Shame on me. Perhaps I deserve a spanking...?