Nothing great was ever achieved by standing still. Or something. June 26, 2007
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It’s not that I’m “tempestuous.” It’s not that I’m a “heinous bitch.” It’s not even that I’m having drastic mood swings. I mean, yeah, I’m all of those things and my mood swings are a little nutso but I have to chalk it up to anxiety. I’m anxious and nerve wracked and just complete insane about moving back. All of the above because I’m so discontent with my position in Florida, because I’m not sure if Jenny and I will find a place in time or even find one that will be a good enough home for my dog (or us for that matter), because I just want to be home again. I’m yelling at my boyfriend, I’m not my normal self at work, I cry all the time for no reason at all, and my tendency to over dramatize things has escalated into over exaggerating everything in a big crying yelling mess of craziness. And this freaking sucks.
Denise said that this anxiety will continue over the next three weeks while I’m here… while I’m getting closer and closer to moving.
Great.
Everyone leaves eventually… June 25, 2007
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I’ve returned from my weekend trip in Fayetteville, NC. It’s not like anyone but my coworkers knew anyway, but whatever. I’m back and very reluctant to work in 2 hours and 10 minutes… and then everyday this week up until Saturday. I have spent about 75% of the weekend laying in bed watching the History channel with my boyfriend. It was fabulous.. there is nothing more satisfying than being with the person you love, relaxing, and having “sexy time” …and watching the History channel…and eating pizza with ranch dressing…and being able to walk if you so desire. OH!!
Speaking of which… (walking, that is.) Once again Denise has not taken me seriously. (…Well, that happens often because I tend to over-dramatize everything under the sun [see: Brush Fires Are Deadly].) On Thursday, I come into work writhing in itchy/scratchy pain because my right leg has been attacked by insects or arachnids of some malicious sort and it (the leg) is swollen beyond all belief. Denise shrugs it off (although did get me itch-relief spray when she got off work) and says I’m exaggerating. So I deal with it through work and the pain is becoming increasingly worse.. By the time I get to Fayetteville on Friday afternoon my leg is swollen about 1.5x it’s normal size and is black and blue… it is so bad I can barely stand on it because I think my leg will collapse from under me. Luckily, Dan used some life-saving maneuvers with military-like precision (or something) and saved my leg from amputation. And my life. Next time, Denise, you’ll pay a little more attention to my dramatics. It could be your life I’m saving next.
Other exciting news concerns the discovery of a new potential housing opportunity in Charlotte with my friend Jenny. It’s cute, affordable, has a fenced in back yard for The Best Dog Ever, is a walk away from the grocery store and other places (like the bar), and my old residence in Charlotte is close enough to bomb yet far enough away so I can’t see it. My arrival date is getting much closer and I’ve got to work much harder now to make things easier next month.
I’d give you the stars if it would move you… off of my damn porch. June 18, 2007
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My sister has returned from another trip out of town. Although these trips are frequent, they are not nearly long enough to be able to regain some sanity. After July if I hear Sirius radio, on the television or in the car, there will likely be bloodshed. I can’t stand the damn thing and if I could afford to chuck out the television and my sister’s labtop I would. In addition to my bleeding ears, I am being moved off of my porch. Those who know me (or at least listen to me jibberjabber all the time) are aware that my 15 minutes of quiet time in the morning is the most important part of my day. Let me emphasize because most people don’t understand this: I AM NOT A NICE PERSON IF MY QUIET TIME IS DISTURBED. Got it? Okay, now that you’ve gotten the memo, call my family and tell them to GO AWAY. Be quiet as a mute mouse for all I care, but if someone is outside while I am enjoying my coffee, cigarette, and book he/she/they will be the subject of my wrath all day. Why? Because the very presence of someone being outside bothers the shit out of me. I can hear breathing. I can detect the crunch crunch crunching of your Special K with Red Berries inside your mouth and the slurping of the milk you drink (from beans, not from a cow.) Even if you are thinking about joining me outside for a morning chat I can detect that, too. Don’t tap on the window and say my name and when I say “What?” do not, please God DO NOT say, “Oh, nothing. Nevermind.” Just leave my porch alone. I will get it engraved with my name if I have to.
You wonder why I’m so anal about it but if the only place you had for peace and quiet was taken over by the person you want to get away from most you’d be pretty pissed off, too.
In other news: My boyfriend and a friend of ours (mostly his) came down this weekend. We had a pretty good time considering Inverness doesn’t have much to offer. I’m glad Dan recognized the state of our relationship and drove down here to sort things out between us… that he did it all on his own without either of us saying anything. We’re great, thanks for asking.
Update June 12, 2007
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Lately my Blog Time has been dominated by Snood Time leaving me with a small space of minutes for rational thought. I could also blame my lack of blogging on work, but I don’t like to point fingers. Especially at my employers… people can apparently get fired for what they do in their personal lives and I don’t want any of that. Although I’m not sure if my place of employment has, well, Standards for Living. In fact, I’m debating the topic of Standards for Working. But that’s beside the point. The point was Snood. I’m still trying to get at least a 50% win rate on the Hard difficulty level. (I don’t care who you are, Snood is a freaking great game.) If you haven’t played it before you probably should. Just to get in the cool crowd at least.
Work has dragged on as usual, the only entertainment being trash talk between the other servers and I. I’m making little money for survival in Charlotte lately… the only stock I have saved up is from previous months when I was actually making enough money to fill up my gas tank and then some. And, without dwelling too long on this topic, when has it ever been acceptable to tip someone less than 10% for good service? Two dollar tips are becoming a standard with the cheap ass people in this town and when you have 9 tables in one night, because everyone else in town is mud slinging or cow tipping or what the hell ever, two dollars per table (on average) amounts to nothing. And now I remember why I hate serving. And you wonder why most waitresses have that tired sour look on their faces. Hmm.
I’m trying to find new and inventive ways to make murder look like an accident. Or, a more legal idea… to try and find out how to mute someone without going through the time-consuming process of taking out his/her voicebox. If anyone has ideas I would greatly appreciate some help. Speaking of which…
I would like to announce that I am selling my sister. I know she’s of legal adult age and all, but while she’s living in this house, she’s family property. I haven’t quite cleared this up with my mother, but I don’t think it will be an issue. She’s 19 years old going on 12; cute kid; smart-ish; and comes complete with her own labtop with the most ridiculous irritating music you will ever hear in your life, her own personal renditions of every song on the Chicago soundtrack, and the ability to never leave you alone. Ever. She’s great at karaoke parties and can be used as a very effective weapon against annoying relatives, friends or neighbors. Bids start at $10. I will accept any major credit card, cash, or money order. I refuse to refund your payment or make an exchange as I have no other siblings.
