So much hate.

Mood: Angry Listening to: The construction outside my window Reading: Nothing - Nobody

Right, so my family is poor. My mother is filing for bankruptcy, and we have no money for food. But my boss knows of a food bank! For a small donation, you can get a whole bunch of food! I am looking forward to eating again.

Or rather, I was.

Bruce was to go get the food, as my mother and I must work (cuz, ya know, we have jobs). But, when he got there, he learned that they didn't have as much food as they normally do, (like, no milk or something). So Bruce forgoes getting some of the food they do have, (mostly dry foods I guess) and instead goes to a grocery store to buy himself some fucking food.

So no food for me, no food for my mother, and much less food for Bruce.

Thanks a lot fucknut.

Also, it wasn't even his money. He has no goddamn money. It was my mother's money he misspent.

I am so, so very pissed off.

 

Oh yeah, and: Happy Birthday Woodson!

It hurts me right in my walet

So I am finally on payroll for the Livescan gig. But instead of %15 getting taken out it is more like %21 which is PAIN. I am still within my budget for moving out, but only by about $14...

Also, I did something stupid that pisses me off. I fucked around with my bank accounts, trying to keep $3000 in my savings but still have enough in my checking to play. When Friday rolls around I have $3028 in my savings and about $25 in my checking and 6 total money transfers (the most I can have in a month). Here is the stupid part: LAST MONTH I sent out a check for a doctor's bill from LAST YEAR (they never got around to billing me before) and they finally posted it on Friday, only the check was for $176, which was not in my checking. I had completely forgotten about it because it took so long to post, even better: I have overdraft protection on my account BUT I used all of my transfers this month, so instead the check bounced and I get charged. What's better? If this had happened this Monday, just one business day later, it would have been a new month, my transfers would have reset and the this wouldn't have happened. Goddamnit all, I really fucking hate checks.

My room is a goddamn disaster. I must clean it but I don't know where to start.

What I need is a good backrub.

I so want to do this-

I read about something cool by a crazy person, it sounds awesome as all get out. But first, an update:

Updating: Sorry, I will try to do better.

Car: Good, but the MPG could be better.

Work: I miss Fridays.

Game: Will is evil.

Car killing Angela: It turns off the passenger side airbag when she rides with me.

Paycheck: Not looking to likely.

Apartment: Guys, we need to set up an appointment.

Hair: I dyed more than half of it black, and few to none noticed.

300: Full of AWESOME and violence.

Okay, also, because I haven't mentioned it here, some guy on dA asked me if I would like to write up a orgfic with him (he writes a chapter from one POV I write another from someone else's POV). I was silly and said yes as long as I didn't have to come up with the story- then I asked for an outline.

Then I had to explain what an outline was.

So that is not moving along to quickly, but we will see if it ever gets around to happening.

So, for what I was talking about at the beginning of this post- I meant something called Lucid Dreaming. It sound like shit loads of fun to me! heh. Good read, I don't feel like typing about it.

Of course, this person is just bat shit crazy.

Does it make me bad?

Mood: Embarrassed Listening to: Korn Reading: Eye of the Strom - Melissa Good

I have been forgeting to post... well not forgeting really... just not getting around to it. Sorry!


Anyway, Friday nights look like they are going to work out for me. At least it was easy enough the first night... My only problem is that Friday was my hang out night, I am really going to miss having that. Oh well, can't turn down $250 extra a month can I? It isn't as scary as I thought it was going to be, the people at the bar don't seem to be intrested in crossing the street to come annoy me, and I have a little more to do at this place so I am not as bored.


As for apartment hunting, I think we have a place we want. We just need to see if they will have an apartment open when we want to move out.


I need to start paying rent at my house... not because my mother asked for it, but because she needs the money and I am getting concerned. I wish she hadn't invested in those houses.


My new car is trying to kill Angela.


Here it is, your moment of zen.

I can't think of a clever title.

Mood: Conflicted Listening to: 30 Seconds to Mars Reading: Bone - Jeff Smith

So I finily got the new car! Weeeee!

Now to see how it will fuck my insurence! Waahoo!

Hmmmm, I'm not to upset about the insurence, really, but I am kinda sad about my old car. I feel like I have abandoned it. I hope it goes to a good home. *sigh*

On the plus side, I got more hours at the guard job, so that right there takes care of my car payment, more or less. (a little less- $10) AND I was told March 15 for getting me on the payroll for the livescan job, we shall see.

Count Down to Payroll: 14

OMG! So cute!

Full of Smut and Happy Endings

So most of you guys already know that I decided to buy a new car. But it is something that deserves to be up here anyway. Hopefully I can get that car that Shelby is helping me with.... but I am going to either need the credit union that I bank at to say I have credit or get my mom or brother to co-sign for me. *sigh*

I want this car, it is so fun to drive. and there is nothing wrong with it! Very unlike the car I have... *sighagain*

I will also note that I am typing this little blog on my new portable keyboard that works with my palm. It rocks ass. Though... typing on it is a little like trying to sit at a desk for first grader. >.<

The books that I ordered with it are full of smut and happy endings. Huzzah.

Fear it bitches.

And now I cry

What the fuck.

Hey everyone! Guess what happened to me last night! I got my car broken into!

GODFUCKINGDAMNITALLTOHELL

I get home, and start getting ready for bed when I hear my car alarm go off. I look out the window and don't see anything... So I head down to check on my car and what do I find? The fucking widow is broken.

It looks like nothing is missing and I call the sheriff and a patrol officer comes by to file a report, then I tape up my window, move the fucking thing and go to bed.

Some time later another patrol car pulls up. They found my purse!

FUCK

To top it off the Benadryl I had taken wasn't letting me wake up, so I was confused, unable to think straight and acting bitching instead of thankful. Eh. At least they found the damn thing and nothing was missing from that. My check book was still in it so they couldn't have been to savvy.

So I am going to get my window fixed, for only $174!

Fuck everything.

The corruption spreads.

So I got Kyle and Viola to start a blog too! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Erm. Right.

Anyway.

So we got around to looking at apartments finally yesterday. I like the Shadowridge ones, but I want to look at the Sycamore ones again too. Meh. Which ever is cheaper. >.> No game tonight, so maybe I will wander by and grab a flyer w/ price lists.

Hmmmmm, not much else to say.

Behold the descent into maddness.

Climbing the walls

So I am stuck inside for the second day after having my friends bail on me. Me and Jesse didn't go apartment hunting yesterday because he had to wait for someone who, it turns out, was never coming. And today, Woodson has to do homework and cannot work on the manga.

Bah.

But I talked to Viola, she thinks that she might be transferring to Cal State SM, down here, but she doesn't want to live at home. While talking to her about how much it costs to live I mentioned that she could sleep in a sleeping bag in a corner of my room for about $100 and she could be my live-in sextoy maid.

She stated that she would fear getting molested in her sleep. I told her that we would stay up all night talking like a never-ending slumber party. I picture something like this:

"Sharon, what is that buzzing noise?"
"Uh, it's nothing, shut up."
"Jez, could you at least stop the bed from squeaking?"
"Do you have any WD40 on you? No, i didn't think so. Didn't I tell you to stop talking?"
"I am sleeping in the living room."
"Tell Woodson hi."
fwapfwapfwapfwap
"Damnit."

Good times, good times.

Also, this link is about as work safe as ass-less chaps. But, that thing she is wearing is hot.

Shhhh! I'm huntin' 'partments!

So Woodson didn't get into gradschool. I'm sorry Woodson.

On the plus side now we have a third person! Yay!

So today me and Jesse are going to go look at apartments 'cause Woodson has to work. We think that as soon as Woodson has a second job that we will make enough. So that means it is time to start saving like a fiend.

Also, we have no fucking soap for laundry. WTF. I only gave my mom $800, so I guess that is no reason to expect that she has extra money to buy detergent. I guess I will have to get some my fucking self. >.>

Blood Sisters Disappoints Me

Okay, so most of my friends have already heard this, but I felt like writing it anyway.

I just got this book Blood Sisters, which has 18 short stories about vampires and lesbians. Okay, so I probably wont like them all, but with 18 stories chances are good that some of them should be good, most okay, and some bad, right?

Wrong.

There is one, just one story with a happy ending and maybe two that didn't end with someone bleeding and crying.

I was complaining to Woodson about this and he ask what I really expected. I told him that if there were really vampires then, yes most of their stories would be sad and emo, but because vampires are fake every damn story can end in rainbows and joyness, because fiction doesn't need to be real, and I wanted more happy endings.

He said that I expected to much. To much! A happy ending is not to much to ask! I don't read erotica to get depressed goddamn it!

Oh well, I guess I will just have to wait for 'Stake Through the Heart' to come out. I have read books by these authors before, all happy endings. So there.



Edit:
I just looked at Amazon and 'Stake Through the Heart' is out! I must buy it!

Goddamn

So I made this really pretty webpage for Comics from a Sketchpad right? Right.

Well, I just figured out it looks all fubar'ed in explorer cuz of coding differences. In Firefox if the whole table takes up 100% of the page and one of the columns takes a set amount like 800px, then the other columns take whatever space is left over. Not so in IE! The set amount is completly ignored! The columns are edited to take whatever space they fucking want to! So I have to rewrite the whole fucking thing! Joy!

I hate you IE. I hate you so much it is unreal.

Blarg

I have nothing really to say other than I am bored.

Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.

And now you know!

Vroom Vroom

I got my car back!
I got my car back!
I got my car back!

Yay!

Oh, so most know that my car got squooshed this Thanksgiving, but now I can dance, my car is back! And it only took 6 weeks! *cry*

Everything is all paid off, now I just have to see what my insurence looks like. x_x

And I also put up a new avi image because the emo one no longer amuses me.

Strip Clubs Rule

I got molested by a stripper.

It was awesome.

But let us start at the beginning: Friend Kyle is home from the Navy for the week, so we decide that he must go to a club. When all is said and done, most of us must work Friday night, so only Kyle, Viola and myself are free.

We drive, park, walk, get lost, ask a cabbie for directions, walk more then get to the club. Now, I am 23 and Kyle's military ID does not actually have his DOB on it, but baby Vi is only 19. The club is 21 and over. D'oh.

As we walk back to the car, we ponder what to do. It is late and most places that are not closed will be soon.

Kyle calls someone he knows to ask for ideas.

How 'bout a strip club? They're 18 and up.

Sure, why not? Sounds entertaining. But we don't really want to go to a seedy one. Is there a nice one?

Deja Vu is a good one. It is right up the freeway too.

Well all right, lets go there.

Vi is old enough for that place! When we get there we have Kyle walk in first while me and Vi worked on our nerve. It is $20 to get in, so I spot Vi the cash. Grumble.

The inside is more or less what I thought it would be. A few (the place was not that big) rows of chairs facing a stage with a nekkid female waving her backside at the watching males. After maybe two sets (two songs, one stripper in a set) we are approached and asked if we would like a lap dance. "I can do two at once!" A lap dance? Really?... Okay. Kyle and me follow her into the back (off to the left rather) and into what I would later learn is the VIP room for a shared lap dance. Watch our stuff Viola!

Each song is only about two minutes long so she says she is going to wait until the next song starts. We chat a bit. "Where ya from? Been here before?" and such.

She exclaims that she gets to pop both our lap dance cherries. Now I don't, or didn't, really understand how all this worked, but I got the idea from movies, tv, books and things that you aren't really supposed to touch the strippers. Mostly you sit still with your hands to your sides while they wiggle in your lap vaguely to the music. It turns out this is mostly true.

But good ol' Jasmine was a rule breaker.

She started out asking us if we liked her butt. Kyle and I agree that it was indeed a fine butt. Would we like to touch it? It seems we would. From there we were writhed against very nicely. Then she knelt down in front of me, put her face in my crotch and bit me. Not hard or anything, it didn't hurt.

Nope. Didn't hurt a bit.

She did the same to Kyle. He didn't look in pain either. 'Course I could be wrong. Wasn't much looking at him.

But that wasn't the molesting part.

After the dance is over, we go apologize to Vi for leaving her alone and watch some more dancing. We talk about which girls dance well or look pretty. They were all better looking than I would have thought. Later they run a special. 2 lap dances for $30 (normally 1 for $20) and a free DVD of porn. Jasmine asked if we wouldn't like another. Well I feel bad about leaving Vi again so Kyle goes alone.

I go when he gets back.

Now I get molested.

Small children should leave the room now. Although, this next section does have two parts. A more and less explicit version. The less is further down the page, look there. For everyone else, on to the smut!

Well, one of the first things she does is reach down my shirt and pull out my boob and suck on it. My brain short circuits at this point, so I can’t really give an account of how I felt or what I was thinking because... well I wasn’t thinking anything all too coherent. Mostly: Yay!

After that, she pulls down her ‘dress’ and lets me return the favor. It doesn’t last long, but the songs are only about two minutes. There is further writhing and rubbing on me. Then she sticks her hand down my pants. Again, this doesn’t last long, just long enough for me to think, ‘holyshitshehasherhandinmypants.’ More rubbing, mostly her facing away from me and butt to crotch with her head on my shoulder. Then song over.

*whimper*

I go back out. Some time during all this I hear Kyle come back and think, ‘dork left viola alone again.’ And I so find Vi by herself.

Sorry Vi.

Soon Kyle comes out and asks me for money. So I go to the ATM and think, hell, might as well take out $60 and get another lap dance, right? Right.

I loan Kyle his $40 so he can go to the VIP room, and I go beg Viola to be allowed to get another. She says okay, because she is a good friend and thinks it is funny to watch me go talk about it.

For the last dance the boobage does not happen again. But her hand goes down my pants again. Huzzah! For the rest of the song her hand doesn’t leave my crotch much, which is fine as my hand doesn’t much leave hers. It is like pseudo-legal soft-core prostitution!

This is not proper lap dance etiquette, by the way. So don’t try this with your own stripper.

~~~~~~~~~LESS EXPLICIT VERSION~~~~~~~~~

She stuck her hand down my pants!!! Woooowooowooooo!

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We all leave the club broke, and at least Kyle and I think it was worth it. Viola enjoys rolling her eyes at us.