Catalyst

Z-Pack saved my life AGAIN

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 08:13:41 -0500

The only time I feel good is when I’m on it. I was dying yesterday; today I feel great!

Sometimes...

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 11:15:33 -0500

I wish I were in love.

K, so here's a story

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 21:41:12 -0500

Yesterday after work, I went over to Tim and Larry’s apartment to facilitate their heater. I work in an uninsulated, cold shop. Anyway, I stayed there for a bit. Farted around. Left when I needed to move my truck so they could go get Cane’s. I hate Cane’s.

Janet (they call her LumberJan) had txted me to go over to watch Inglourious Basterds, so that’s where I headed next. After I get there, I made a fucking beeline for the fridge. Next, a few more lesbians show up. Wouldn’t you know I’m the only pole-smoker there. Of course.

Being in a room full of lesbians is not nearly as exciting or cool as people make it out to be. They spoke of online dating, feelings, and trust issues. They also started drinking, so before long, I felt like a goddam dog in a Chinese restaurant.

The whole feelings conversation gave me the shits, so I txted Larry and told him to call and act like he needed a ride. I didn’t just wanna peace out cuz I had waltzed in and ate the food there right off the bat.

Finally outta there, I return to Tim and Larry’s. The guys were there, smoking cigars, playing bones, and talking about much better shit - ex. gettin laid, sports, music. That kind of shit. Then their chick neighbor comes over. Sits there and laughs once in a while. After the whole Lesbianville thing, I just did not wanna see any girls! I couldn’t wait for her to leave!!!

Well shit, she finally goes home, I get comfortable again, play cards, flash my boobies, fart around. Of course, some other broad shows up….

I need to pause here and interject that I have a bit of a crush on ol Tim. If I were to stay enough to need to stay in town, I planned on crashing in his bed.

So back to the story.

Ol guh rolls up and parks herself next to Tim. I am appalled at this girl’s lack of game. She’s one of those chicks that talks in fucking circles. (ex. You ask her what she’s into, she answers with a question like “What do you think I’m in to??” with a stupid little giggle) Bitch is killing me. She didn’t like the cigar smoke. Didn’t want any Jack Daniels because there were no mixers. I had already poured myself a good sized glass of straight Jack, as I was tired of listening to her. She started drinking wine. Of course.

I won my game of bones and decided it was time for shots. Finished my Jack. Helped finish some kind of other liquor. It reminded me of honey. I had barely eaten all day, so it hit me a little harder than usual. I was ready to go chill out on the couch. This guy there, Duck, kept being weird and invading the hell out of my personal space. He was trying to fuck me. Larry went to bed. Smart thinking. AJ left for Taco Bell.

That left me, Tim, and Annoying alone in the apt. She starts bellyaching about being too drunk to go home. She then took it upon herself to follow Tim into his room when he went to go get something. They didn’t come out. They also left the door open. By this time, I was on the phone with Buckaroo (my best black friend. He used to be a linebacker. We worked together for a while) while sitting on the stairs. Which happens to be right outside the bedroom.

I’m talking like an idiot cuz I am DRUNK and I got mad and left. I fucking drove to Buckaroo’s and made him put on Knocked Up for me to watch while he laughed at me being stupid.

Ended up kicking him out of his bed so I could sleep there. Told him not to try anything. Woke up feeling like hell and smelling like weed to go to work at 7. I get there and was informed that I could have gone in much later. Great.

Sometimes, life is not awesome.

Roller skating for work…

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 21:09:24 -0500

Roller skating for work…

I'll call him JJ

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 15:30:57 -0500

He’s the only constant man in my life. We expect nothing of each other. He never screws me over or hurts me.

He could, though. He has the power to and doesn’t even know it.

Go home, cunt. I’m sleeping in his bed. Booyah!

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 01:57:56 -0500

Go home, cunt. I’m sleeping in his bed. Booyah!

"My dick looks like a needle and fucks like a sewing machine!"

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 23:29:27 -0500

“My dick looks like a needle and fucks like a sewing machine!”

- Tim

Painful Day

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 15:22:07 -0500

Air in visceral cavity. Most painful. Breathing is hard. Still with a sinus infection, so blowing my nose is so awful.

Chest and back. It moved from my sides. I can’t stretch this out. Help

"What business would I have riding a motorcycle down 733? That motherfucker’s so bad I can..."

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 10:38:51 -0500

“What business would I have riding a motorcycle down 733? That motherfucker’s so bad I can barely stay upright on 4 wheels!”

- Popsie

He ate my heart Look at him, look at me. That boy is bad, and...

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 10:29:11 -0500

He ate my heart

Look at him, look at me.

That boy is bad, and honestly

He’s a wolf in disguise, but I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes.

TD

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 20:27:37 -0500

Long, dark eyelashes. BBall shorts. Big brown eyes. Smirk.

Oh wow

Casino

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:37:26 -0500

I won some money. I feel a bit off, though.

MotorHead

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 21:56:25 -0500

So I couldnt stay for the whole funeral yesterday. I had to leave early. I really need to get on Lexapro. Come on, insurance!

I left and drove to Baton Rouge. Completely just snuck out the back. CAlled my friend Ryan in Mandeville and told him to come meet me at the mall.

We had fun. We bought me flipflops and a t-shirt so i wouldnt have to look like i just fled a funeral. Lunch at Hooter’s, then Bass Pro Shop. Coffee at Border’s. He made my new year. Thx to him!

I`m so glad 09 is OVERRRR! i`m working on some stuff with myself. i was nice to all of my patients today - every one of them. even gave an old woman a hug. she was cute.

I need to go out to Slidell and visit Kevin and Chelsea. Aimee too. and of course Ryan. that old turf bird!

I wanna move to Slidell too, like Chelsea and run Kevin`s mom`s frame shop. i could live in the apartment over it. idk. something to think about. I could be a firefighter there. it sounds appealing…. i`ll think on it.

Got a ton to txts today. Happy New Years. Even Guido #1. now THATS an old turkey…

Getting back into jogging. My knees hurt so bad.

As usual

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 17:53:00 -0500

I started off the day in a pretty good mood, in spite of a sinus infection. The shitty old hospital is amazing at making a good mood disappear. My parents calling a million times and being at my house when I got home didn’t help either. Gar. I’m a grouch.

I`m crying as I type this. This is Mike. His funeral is...

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 22:23:25 -0500

I`m crying as I type this.

This is Mike. His funeral is tomorrow. I just can’t believe it…

I’m not even sure what to say. FaceBook is hard to look at. Everyone is posting comments and they show up in my news feed. Every time I log on, I get depressed.

I didn’t know him amazingly well, but we were in band together for a few years. He was so full of energy. Always. He had beautiful eyes and a nice smile.

As I usually do when a friend passes, I feel like I should have gotten to know him better while I still had time. Maybe I should make a resolution out of this. Losing weight or getting in shape shouldn’t have anything to do with the time of year. It’s a motivational thing. This is too, but it’s at an opportune time for a resolution.

All of this made me think of Alex. At least Mike didn’t kill himself. I really miss Alex too. Kelly brought him up a while back also. Why do my friends have to leave?

Come back, Mike…

Passing the Shell I stopped at on that fateful night. I kinda...

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 07:02:20 -0500

Passing the Shell I stopped at on that fateful night. I kinda wish all that wouldn’t have happened. Oh well, I’m ok right now. For the most part…

I mean, it’s hard to find a guy that’s trusting and understanding enough for my job. One that gives me space. So I just hook up with my man! Lol.

On another note… Saw what Guido #1 chose… Yuck!

My husband makes movies

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 23:00:09 -0500

Ok im getting obsessed with NINE.

Guido - the real life one, was farting around on my facebook earlier. I could tell.

I’m like Luisa. Left the scene. Fled that motherfucker! Woot!

Also like Carla. Booty calls to a lover, and all that.

Shit. Makes me think that in a way, that relationship I have with him makes him another kind of Guido. A more preferable one. But I’m not going to swallow pills for his attention. He doesn’t have a wife to go home to.

El Bossman Viejo

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 15:15:11 -0500

Well, oops, I did it again. Big surprise, right?

We watched pornos at work and he got a little “rocked up” - his words, not mine! And let me say, me and him watching that with the other people we work with was uncomfortable. I know only a few of them - like half - know, but still! Shit.

Leaving for home, I see him hanging back and farting around. I knew what was up. Sure enough, I get the text…

Yes, I wanna stay late, but I’ll make a lap around the block. I’m a slave to appearances. In this case, anyway.

We were all over the office. Kept hearing a weird noise. I found out what it was after we were done.

A university policeman, washing his unit right outside the office. Roffle!

Oh, and had to use a Monster condom. He insisted. Idk about all that. Kyle said he poked holes in them. Hmmm.

Playin with my new MAC stuff! I <3 it!

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:28:58 -0500

Playin with my new MAC stuff! I <3 it!

"Who’s not wearing any clothes? I’m not, my darling. Who’s afraid to kiss your..."

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 00:05:05 -0500

“Who’s not wearing any clothes? I’m not, my darling. Who’s afraid to kiss your toes? I’m not…”

- Carla