oh mercy my tummy hurts. we had a zucchini bread bakeoff at work today to lighten the UNBELIEVABLY STRESSFUL mood. i would've won with my zucchini crumb muffins, had some other bitch not made raspberry butter to spread on hers. 
as you can see, i'm totally devastated about it. anyway, the point is, i ate a metric ass ton of baked goods and it gave me teh shitz. 
this weekend was fucking INSANE. friday night me, justblaze, and arbitraria took advantage of justblaze's jacuzzi. damn hot tub was asking for it, that dirty hooker. i thought justblaze was kidding when he said that jacuzzis get you way drunker than normal...well half a bottle of knob creek later, i realized he was correct.
*dreaming about brett favre*
saturday was supposed to be all sorts of productive...until this dumbass *points to self* answered the fellytone and agreed to help out some really desparate coworkers of mine finish up some costumes for the upcoming disney ice show! i go in at 1030 am- hungover, bleary-eyed, stinking of whiskey- thinking it'd be a short day and some easy cash.
yeah, when i left at 1045 pm with no dinner break to be had...i was totally kicking myself. it was a fucking fiasco. these 2 costumes were completely frankenstitched together. they're going to have to be completely redone from scratch. i feel so bad for my coworkers that get stuck with that job. i wanted to do things the correct way but there was just not enough time, and the draper i was taking orders from wasn't havin' it. i may have been promoted, but for the most part i'm still a peon.
so then i get on the train with a bunch of wwe fans all drunk and stupid, make it to my transfer station. i look at the board, see that my train isn't for another 20 minutes. so i go smoke a cigarette. come back, look at the board again. and then it hits me- i totally forgot where i lived. and the train i was SUPPOSED to take- yeah that shit rolled out of the station approximately 30 seconds earlier. with the next one at 1 am.
i burst into tears, being tired and hungry and cranky from a long long work day, but mostly i was really embarassed and frustrated with myself for forgetting where i lived. it's been four months. rutherford is not my home anymore.
luckily i was able to rouse justblaze from a deep sleep. he rescued me, took me to the tick tock for a late night nom, and drove me back to my car. he's the fucking best.
i love you bae!
sidebar- the parking lot at the train station is kinda near a gay bar, so whenever he drops me off back there late at night for whatever reason, the lot is always full of gay dudes getting head. like they don't even care if your headlights hit them. dirty! good for a laugh though.
sunday was chores all day, then trivia with arbitraria and rickrolled at our local watering hole. love you guys.
let's see what else is new...me and justblaze are having a rough time right now. we're both busy, completely broke, and at our parent's houses. like he and i are fine as a couple, we're just not getting much time together these days. i guess this is the make or break stage of a relationship, to see if we can survive trials and tribulations?
i think we'll be fine. especially once i have an actual bedroom. which is looking to be within a month!
bah i could go on and on all fucking night but i got shits to do. figuratively and literally.
as you can see, i'm totally devastated about it. anyway, the point is, i ate a metric ass ton of baked goods and it gave me teh shitz.
this weekend was fucking INSANE. friday night me, justblaze, and arbitraria took advantage of justblaze's jacuzzi. damn hot tub was asking for it, that dirty hooker. i thought justblaze was kidding when he said that jacuzzis get you way drunker than normal...well half a bottle of knob creek later, i realized he was correct.
*dreaming about brett favre*
saturday was supposed to be all sorts of productive...until this dumbass *points to self* answered the fellytone and agreed to help out some really desparate coworkers of mine finish up some costumes for the upcoming disney ice show! i go in at 1030 am- hungover, bleary-eyed, stinking of whiskey- thinking it'd be a short day and some easy cash.
yeah, when i left at 1045 pm with no dinner break to be had...i was totally kicking myself. it was a fucking fiasco. these 2 costumes were completely frankenstitched together. they're going to have to be completely redone from scratch. i feel so bad for my coworkers that get stuck with that job. i wanted to do things the correct way but there was just not enough time, and the draper i was taking orders from wasn't havin' it. i may have been promoted, but for the most part i'm still a peon.
so then i get on the train with a bunch of wwe fans all drunk and stupid, make it to my transfer station. i look at the board, see that my train isn't for another 20 minutes. so i go smoke a cigarette. come back, look at the board again. and then it hits me- i totally forgot where i lived. and the train i was SUPPOSED to take- yeah that shit rolled out of the station approximately 30 seconds earlier. with the next one at 1 am.
i burst into tears, being tired and hungry and cranky from a long long work day, but mostly i was really embarassed and frustrated with myself for forgetting where i lived. it's been four months. rutherford is not my home anymore.
luckily i was able to rouse justblaze from a deep sleep. he rescued me, took me to the tick tock for a late night nom, and drove me back to my car. he's the fucking best.
i love you bae!
sidebar- the parking lot at the train station is kinda near a gay bar, so whenever he drops me off back there late at night for whatever reason, the lot is always full of gay dudes getting head. like they don't even care if your headlights hit them. dirty!
good for a laugh though.
sunday was chores all day, then trivia with arbitraria and rickrolled at our local watering hole.
love you guys.
let's see what else is new...me and justblaze are having a rough time right now. we're both busy, completely broke, and at our parent's houses. like he and i are fine as a couple, we're just not getting much time together these days. i guess this is the make or break stage of a relationship, to see if we can survive trials and tribulations?
i think we'll be fine. especially once i have an actual bedroom. which is looking to be within a month!
bah i could go on and on all fucking night but i got shits to do. figuratively and literally.
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and o yea hot tubs do get you that much more drunky.
-TM