Good Morning Vietnam.

Just so you know. I fucking hate the internet and all it's Error messages. They can all go to hell...So here goes round two of this.

It's always good to know that people are thinking about you just as much as you are thinking and missing them. The other morning I was awakened from a much needed sleep to a phone call that would change my day for the better. Believe me it was the absolute last phone call I thought I'd ever get. The phone rang and I just stared at the ID in shock, before I realized what the hell was going on I had missed the call. Apparently 3 of my friends had met up the other night and had been talking about old times and our craziness, and I was mentioned. To my amazement me and my shenanigans were missed. And they even thought to call me. They have no idea how much that made my day.

I've actually been thinking about these kids for awhile. Missing old times, and missing being a crazy teenager. I miss getting into trouble and being myself around these people. If you think I'm crazy now. For my internet friends, this isn't the first time I've caused trouble on the El Interneto. Zanne has actually stuck before. Let's just say me and a few of my friends caused an all out AIM war amongst the peeps at school. We had a rep and yet no one knew who in the hell we were. Good times. I wonder if anyone remembers that? Gosh I hope not. But I do have stories...wanna hear stories...I didn't think so...but anyway.

My bestie and I once decided that it would be cool to lie to our parents and act like we were spending the night at each other's houses and then just run around all night and crash in my car somewhere. We've never had such a dumb idea in our lives. I've never been so uncomfortable and cranky in all my life. I so couldn't pull off being homeless. Sleeping in your car makes you an uber bitch from hell. No wonder homeless people look so cranky.

The bestie and I went to see Frida for my English class. I saw it twice. Why? Salma Hayek is hot. And well it has tons of sex, and I've never seen a better set of tits on the big screen. Wouldn't you know, the bestie has a nose bleed in the middle of the fucking movie. The way I acted, you would have thought she had been shot. That's also the day I stole the Chicago poster off the wall. Because I wanted it. Stupid, I know. After all I did work at the theater. I could have grabbed like 10 of them if I wanted. But I fucking wanted the one at the Cinemall. So I took it. Afterall, the bestie's nose bled, and I think we deserved it. We left and got lost. LOST, for crying out loud. A town that I've been to a million times, and I make a wrong turn on some random road that I've just happened to miss.

Let's talk graduation party. My first being REALLY drunk experience and I wake up naked. WHAT? Did I miss something? My hair is damp, I have a headache, and I'm naked. Oh and I had to be at church in like 30 minutes. Some graduate thing, and I'm hungover. That was quite an interesting ordeal. The bestie's puking in the shower and I'm trying to figure out why I'm in the buff. (Later I did find out, that I had gotten pretty wasted and apparently HOT and had decided that my cloths were not a necessity and had jumped in the shower with my bestie. Teneka being the good soul that she is, put me to bed.)

There are so many...I can't even imagine telling them all. There is the lunchroom protest, but that will come another day when I feel like telling it.

I had a customer at work tell me that I looked like someone, and it completely left me at a loss for words. I just stood there and stared at her with this crazy look on my face. But excuse me when I don't think it's cool that you just told me I look like a cold blooded killer. I mean this person murdered her children. I'm sorry, but that's just something you don't tell someone. And just for the record. I do NOT look like Susan Smith.

Anyway, I just got another AWESOME phonecall all the way from Vietnam. My friend Lorna decided to keep me awake just a tad bit longer...I so miss her! And well it's bedtime.

People, they love me.

People in general, just love to piss me off. It's been awhile since someone has really touched a nerve, but they succeeded today. My brother and I went to Jack in the Box for some late night food after I got off work. We ordered our food, and pulled up. Well, the fuckers behind us didn't think we had pulled up far enough for them, so they start to bitch and yell. If we had pulled up any further we would have rear ended the car in front of us. So sorry you can't order your food right this second. They continue to bitch, to the point where I can't take it anymore. So I turn around, yell a nice "We're up as far as we're gonna go, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Seriously, did they really think we were going to tap the car in front of us and move the line ourselves? Give me a break. Patience is a virtue you fucker. As we pulled away, I screamed a "Go to hell!" as my brother and I both gave the whole car load the finger. Good times.

Why do people feel the need to be belligerent all the damn time? Whatever happened to a nice "Hello" or a "Having a good day?" Instead I get a screaming bitch behind me, yelling for me to move a big ass car in front of me. Not going to happen. I don't care how much you yell and scream. Grow up and stop making an ass out of yourself. You'll get whatever you ordered soon enough. And you know what? I hope they spilled their fries on them just like they did on me. Karma people! Karma!

Anyway...

As much as I stress making sure that meat is fully cooked before eating it. This woman has to go and drag a ripped bag of raw chicken all over my register tonight. Nasty juice everywhere. To the point where I gagged and made a funny eww noise. She didn't think I was very funny, and gave me the look from hell. Oh well, it was gross. And just thinking about it makes me feel all icky.

All together, not so good of a day. But I survived. Barely. But that doesn't matter. I've made it to the point where I can fall into my empty bed, and sleep to some ungodly hour. Until we meet again...

*Being the good bleeding heart liberal that I am, I have that bush sticker plastered on my automobile. Texas loves me.*

Days Off is LOVE.

Friday. What a day. And I had it all to myself for the most part and spent most of it rolling around in an empty bed with my warm quilt made by my great grandma Ruby. I love my quilt, and it shows. That quilt has been through so much. My quilt is older than I am, and yet it still lives. I love every detail about it. Each piece of cloth comes from something different that she or my great grandfather owned. She had no further use for it, so she made my quilt. And when she was done making it, she hand stitched my name in the corner. I wish everyone had a quilt like mine.

I went shopping today too. So today was quite productive. Wink, wink. Today proves that me, money, and a book store just don't mix. I had to stop myself at 4 books. If I had been at my favorite used book store, no telling how many I would have walked out with. My brother was shocked at how much my four books cost. His mini heart attack was worth every penny. "And you wonder why I don't buy books?" he says...

But I'm obsessed with books. If I really like a book, I try to buy it in every new cover that I find. I buy books, like some people buy clothes. My little obsession has now forced me to start looking at new book shelves. I'm so running out of room. I even have some stuffed away in the trunk of my car. I'm such a loser.

99 crazy posts later...

...And she's still talking?

Man I'm like so tired, and yet here I am typing up something so random. I just felt like throwing out some weird post. But really, show me a post that isn't crazy in it's own little way. I'm waiting.

Work has kicked my ass this week. Well it's because I choose to stay up later than I should. I can't help it that I have a life beyond work. Not much of one, but it's there, and there are tons of thing I can be doing. Helping cranky ass people isn't one of them. Sleeping in my warm and cozy bed while the world moves on without me is definitely on my to do list today. Might just curl up and do some writing on something I've been working on for quite some time now. Or maybe divulge into the peanut butter passion ice cream. I do know I have to go to the bank. I hate the bank. Those tubes that shoot my money to the stupid tellers, scare me. You've got to wonder who in the hell came up with that. Are we so lazy that we can't wait in line for 10 minutes? Okay yes we are. But there has to be a better way to get the money to the crazy woman at the teller counter. One of these days that thing is so going to eat my money. And I'll be a pissed Zanne. It will give the words crazy Zanne a new meaning. I might even make the Today Show. Me being all white trash will so make for some entertaining TV. Haven't you ever noticed that the whitest of white trash always make the news? Never an intelligent eye witness. I think it's a rule that they can only have 10 teeth or less. Okay so I'll have to knock out most of my teeth to perfectly fit the white trash mold. Oh well. The things you'll do for your reputation.

White trash brings back so many memories. Memories of high school, and the snorting pills rumor. And the is she fucking a 54 year old man? Akerra and I had so many inside jokes I think some people thought they were true. For the record, I never was involved with a 54 year old. I never had a sugar daddy like we made so many people believe, and I never snorted a pill until after high school. Sorry to let some of you down. I was such a good kid, until I graduated. R-R-R-Rebel I say.

I'm sitting here with my eyes half shut, and I'm wondering how in the hell I'm able to type this and even tell you such things. I'm wondering if anyone will really be able to read this.

And you know what? It's all Drake's fault.

(Golly Zanne. You've grown up really crazy.)

Karma's a mother fucking bitch.

If you were asked nicely, "Hey would you like to make a donation to help end hunger?", what would you say? Would you kindly donate a dollar here or maybe just the some left over change in your pocket? Or would you look that person in the eye and rudely say, No? I know a dollar doesn't sound like much. But every little bit helps, a hungry man or a mother who fights desperately to feed her babies. I know people struggle, and maybe they've depended on that same food bank to feed their families from time to time. But if you're in the situation to give back, please do so. So what if all you have is the 35 cents I just gave back to you. 35 cents will go a long way.

I guess it's hard to see people, turn a blind eye. I've been in the situation where I've had to depend on someone else to put food on the table. And if someone else hadn't been kind enough to donate food or money, I would have starved. I know that cold nasty feeling of having to go to bed hungry because Daddy spent the last 20 dollars on beer and cigarettes. I don't want anyone else to experience what I did. For the first time in my life, I am in the position to start giving and helping others, just like some helped me. So please, do what you can. One day, you might be on the receiving end. And I believe karma will make or break you. Make your decision.

At work, we're taking donations to help local food banks that were hit hard when Katrina hit. A lot of people don't like putting their names on the slip saying that they donated, they'd rather not advertise themselves, and say "HEY, I DONATED, I'm this great person." I like making up names, and well let's just say people like Deidre Hall and Drake Hogestyn and Barry Manilow and well Dennis Quaid came through my line and donated. I turned them in, and didn't think anything about it. About an hour later, I hear. "Deidre Hall? Isn't she on that one soap?" I laughed. Really hard.

Clifton. Oh Clifton. He's one of my managers. And well, I think he thinks I'm absolutely insane. He's always giving me this funny look, but I guess that could have something to do with the scuba gear I wore the other day. My crazy antics have struck again. And well, Clifton's gonna love me. You just wait and see.

*Okay. Seriously. Barry Manilow? American Idol? I'd rather eat a bag nails. Kevin gone! WOOT!*

Good morning miss bliss.

I don't really have much to write about. I'm just missing a lot of people right now. I haven't talked to my best friend since last August. It's funny how you can be the best of friends and then you don't hear from them in months. This is just as much my fault as it is hers. I just don't call people. I take things for granted. She doesn't even know about my grandfather's suicide. You know why? Because I can barely talk about it myself. Someone asks me how I'm doing, and I shrug it off. Some days are harder than others, and other days are just unbearable. As much as I would like to say that I'm holding up and that I'm a stronger person, I just can't. Or atleast I don't feel that way. Each day is tough, but I survive. That has to mean something.

My grandmother is a basket case. I thought she was doing better. I really did. I guess it's what I wanted to think. Just when I think she's starting to heal, I hear something and I was flabbergasted. My grandmother, God bless her soul, went and confronted the people that sold my grandfather the gun he shot himself with. As much as I hate what happened, never once did it cross my mind to go to that pawn shop where is practically sold his life away. I can't hate those people, as much as I want to. That's laying an un-necessary guilt trip, that need not be visited. I don't know if she thought she would feel better, but I have a feeling that she doesn't. If she's going to blame them, she might as well blame the highway department because he traveled those roads to buy the gun. Or Chevrolet for driving his car.

But that's my grandmother for you. As soon as you say or do something that offends her in the least, you get the guilt trip. Or in my case the phone call. "Why haven't you come by to see me? Are you going to spend the night? Where are you? Why are you there? Are you coming by my house?" I love my grandmother, and would do anything for her, but this has got to stop. Eventually she's going to drive us all a way. You can't have your own life with your own set of rules. Whatever you do or don't do is judged and well most likely a grudge is held to no end.

When Bob first died, I was pulled into this. My grandmother counted on me too much. I was the only one that stayed with her, and when I wanted to stay in my own bed one night, I was sent into this horrible guilt trip. I felt so bad, that I ended up going back to stay at her house. What did she say? Nothing. It was like part of my civic duty or something. She probably relished in the fact that she could get me to come back. Not one of her daughters stayed longer than I did. Jana stayed probably a week's worth of time when this first happened. Jo, more than most, and my mother not once. (Which pissed me off...but that's another story.) Jana stayed on Christmas Eve. Why? She didn't want to be late for Christmas celebrations. Jo stayed the night before the funeral. Why? She didn't want to have get up especially early to go to her step dad's funeral. The one night I wanted to stay, Jo kicked me out.

My birthday and not one single Happy Birthday. No one called. The only two people I had in the world that day were my mother and Gail. God bless them both. You aren't supposed to remember your 21st birthday. Do I need to explain? But I do. I remember missing my grandfather. The one time I really needed my family, and they had forgotten about me, again. This isn't the first birthday they've missed. I can count on others when it comes to my birthday, I don't bother anymore. I drank my first legal drink over a heart full of sorrows. Isn't that what they tell you not to do? I forgot for a split second what was going around me, and then I end up at my grandmother's. Where everyone is at. Pining away. And I get a..."Oh yeah it's your birthday. Are you drunk?" YES, and double yes. I'm sure I was judged for that too. "Her grandfather dies and she gets drunk." Well what do you expect? We're not exactly the closet of families.

And there I go being selfish. My grandfather shoots and kills himself and I all I can think of is wanting to hear a simple Happy Birthday. I was hurt and betrayed, why not some sort of encouragement. I hate myself for being so selfish in such a surreal time. I'm such a horrible person.

Let's face it. I don't know my aunts very well and my uncles well I know them even less. I've been on this earth for over 21 years and I couldn't tell you anything significant about them. I do know that Jo uses religion to nail you in a corner and that Jana doesn't trust a soul. When Pop left my grandmother for Patti, that was the beginning of the end for this family. I was fucked, and not even a twinkle in my mother's eye. His affair and abandonment destroyed my life as we know it. My aunt thinks that religion is the answer to everything. She won't go in a bar, for fear people from the church will see her. What? Does that make since? Why should they care? They are in the same bar too. And my aunt is the life of the bar. She thinks she has to be this tough as nails character, when in fact I know she's a softie at heart. I couldn't tell you the last time I saw these two, or had a conversation that didn't involve only the words "Hey" and "What's up?" I didn't even know Jana was selling her house or even building until the foundation was laid down. I'll cry harder when her dogs die, and that's just sad.

Our family gossip mill is hilarious. When someone's pissed at you, you never hear it from that person. It's always someone else. I don't think we've ever fought about something face to face. It's a constant cycle of he said she said bullshit. It's always fun to sit back and listen, especially when you're the one being talked about. For awhile I was. I was the big screw up. The one everyone hated, but couldn't say it to my face. I wasn't hurt by all the accusations and lies, after all, in retrospect, I hardly know these people. I see them at major holidays, and my cousin's birthday. Cause God forbid if you miss it and don't give him like an awesome present.

I have no idea what just brought on this post. Definitely a much needed rant. My family is fucked up. But seriously, who's isn't to some extent? I don't think I could live with the so called perfect family. But what is the definition of perfect? I prefer my peaceful disaster. We are the All-American dysfunctional family, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(If you read this...God be with you.)

Shop til ya Scream for mercy.

I swear I'm never opening my big mouth again! Never. Next time my mother says she's going to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, I refuse to go. I thought that was the only place we were going, cause well that's the only place she mentioned. WRONG. I ended up going to like 5 different places and didn't buy a damn thing. Why is it you can never find anything you want when you plan on shopping? It makes no sense. I can always find stuff that I want to buy when I'm broke, never when I actually have money. But I did get Peanut Butter Passion ice cream out of the deal. My mother was like, if you just wait two seconds I'll get you some ice cream. I felt like I was five years old all over again. Life can be so grand sometimes. How can things go wrong when you have a carton of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream in the frige? Exactly. No worries.

Just when I think my wounds are healing, I have to get dressed and re-open them. I didn't know something as simple as buttoning my pants could be so painful. The bra almost didn't make it. I should have been a hippie for the day. But tha girls, have to stay put. Can't have them wondering in places that they shouldn't be.

Myspace is evil. That Tom guy is so the devil. And well if the grocery store would have had Chubby Hubby, I'd be in heaven. They didn't even have Chunky Monkey! I think Tom has paid them a visit. That evil evil man!

Kiss it, and make it all better.

I think I forgot to mention, that I got bit by my dog the other day. It was totally by accident, and my poor dog felt horrible. He's been moping around, and following me around where ever I go in the house. And I must say, it's very sweet. But damn, my fingers hurt like hell. I took the bandaids off today, just to give them some air, and I probably should have gotten stitches on my index finger. I've taken a pic of them, but I can't seem to get the pic on the computer. Stupid Razr. Anyway, I'm so going to have this nasty scar when it heals. Okay so I lied. My Razr isn't as stupid as I originally thought. See what turning off a phone can do? Miracle's happen, once in a while. Sometimes I wonder about technology, and more important, the real people behind it.

The fingers. Yes the fingers. I told you they were nasty looking. Sorry it's blurry. It's the best I could do on such short notice. You should have seen them on Monday! OMG. They bled, and bled some more. I literally had to sit on the edge of the tub and hold my head between my legs, so I wouldn't pass out. While wrapping a towel around my hand. Needless to say, I didn't need a transfusion.

I need to come up with some neat story about how I got injured. Getting bit by a doxie sounds so, well ya know, lame. I guess it could be my own tribute to David Bowie. But no, that's kind of already been done. Don't want to be ridiculed for some stupid lame ass reason. Or maybe I could just say, well I like to cut myself. Okay that just sounds sadistic. Okay, the dog excuse will have to do, for now. Until someone comes up with someone comes up with something clever to say.

Three updates in one day. That will so never happen again! It's amazing what you can type when you have two fingers out of commission.

Joys of Boredom.

I've totally been enjoying my nice three days off from work. Can you tell? I found this new cool chatbox thing and well, you all should say hi! Be nice, but don't feel the need to censor yourself so to speak. Say what you want, when you want. If you can't take it, simply leave. It's not that hard, really. Drag your mouse pointer over to the red X box at the top right of the page, and click. I hope you didn't strain a muscle. I wouldn't want you getting hurt over a few bad words.

I'm still up. This shouldn't be a big surprise to some. I'm completely bored, and at the moment cold and well I'm getting tired. This is what naps do to me. Naps are great but evil. Myspace got really boring, and well it's just stupid sometimes. But I keep going back for more. And well I like this blog much better. And I'm slowly learning how to make this place not so boring. I'm pimping her out just a bit. Giving my baby some bling.

So how has everyone been? I feel like I've gotten out of touch with some people, and it kind of makes me all sad. Everyone post. Tell me how you've been. What's going on? I hope you're all happy!

Anyway...I've lost my train of thought. That happens to easily these days. I get excited over something as silly as a chat box, and bam my mind goes blank. I did watch American Idol, and was excited that I actually knew someone that got to go to the show tonight! Woot! (You know you suck now!) I'm all about Taylor Hicks and that Katharine McPhee chick. She's got to do something about that Katie Holmes look though. But Stevie Wonder week? I've seen better. (LMAO. Pun intended.) Okay it's cold, and I think it's time to curl up under the covers.

I'm bored. Quiz Time.

Crazy Days, Call for Desperate Measures.

It's been a few days. Craziness surrounds this chick. It does. Like today for instance, I go and feed my grandmother's fatty doxies after work. Her Tivo is broken so I can't watch TV. The hardrive is out? Say what? I thought Tivo was like the closest thing to God? Anyway, I step outside to let the dogs out and go and talk to the neighbor's. I step into their backyard and am talking and well playing around with Addy. When out of nowhere, I see it. This hen is raring back, and is getting ready to charge the Zanne. They've had these chickens for like forever. Not once have they ever paid attention to my crazy ass. Why the fuck now? Are me and my croc's all that interesting? Oh hell no, this little pussy was out and back into her yard in about 2.5 seconds. The fastest I've ever tried to run. I hate birds, and well I hate chickens now. Seriously...I'm terrified of anything that flies and old people that drive huge ass Cadillacs.

Seriously, is it necessary for every old person on the face of the earth to drive a caddy? The Cadillac has to be the top un safest car in America. If not, it should be. Why? Cause old people with cataracts that shouldn't be driving, are behind the wheel. And have you seen those big black sunglasses they all wear? How can anyone see out of those things anyway? Old people shouldn't being wearing anything that strains there vision. It just doesn't make any sense to me. Why you would blur someone's vision, when they already have a hard time seeing? 9,837,754 wrecked caddies later, and we still don't know. Might as well blindfold granny before you let her drive. It would be more entertaining. You'd go to hell for sure, but I'd sure as hell rather hang out with Ozzy Osborne and Alice Cooper than sit around in Cosby sweaters and eat milk and cookies all day, while the Sound of Music plays non stop.

Okay so my day wasn't that crazy. But damn, I'm tired.

Brrrrrrrr.....

Here, it is three in the morning and I'm freezing my ass off. Two of my blankets had to be washed and I thought I would be just fine with the other two that I had. Nope. My feet are cold and I can't feel my nose. I just checked, yep it's red. So I'm waiting for my blankets to dry. Hopefully it won't be too much longer. I'm even having a hard time typing this, I'm totally shivering. I'm pathetic, and such a baby. So I like to be warm while I sleep. Maybe I should invest myself into getting one of those things most women get...a man. I hardly have time for myself these days. In time I guess.

The new job is coming along quite well. I enjoy it, and well the people make it ten times better. I'll keep you all posted if you're really all that interested. (Okay my teeth are chattering. This is ridiculous. If I turn on the heat, it will be an oven in the morning, and I'll be twice as bitter.) Thank God I don't have to be up early to go to work, one of my last late night shifts for awhile. Guess I'll be sleeping in today.

It just dawned on me, that I haven't properly quit my previous job. I go on a nice two week "vacation" and I just never come back. I get a job and am working again within two weeks. I must say I am proud of myself. I even have another place trying to offer me another job, but I'm happy where I'm at. I guess I need to go and properly quit, and make sure to turn in my stuff. Oh well, I'm really not in that much of a hurry. I bet my profile says I was fired. I'll even be all cliche..."You can't fire me!!! I quit!" (oh I need sleep! Damn you wet quilt.) At this point, I don't really care. And it's kind of sad. And it's not like I hated the place. There was a point where I did enjoy my job. It's sad that those days have come to an end. But it happens, nothing good ever lasts. But it gave me five crazy years, that I could never forget and friendships I hope will last a lifetime. Whether that friendship be legal or not. Oh fuck guidelines. Who really gives a shit?

Anyway, I just heard the dryer buzz. Hopefully the blankets are all warm and toasty. (crosses frozen fingers and toes) I shall be off to my dreamland, where I'll have some nice wet dreams. (Hey it's my dreamland...don't even make that face.) Here's to hoping your warm, where ever this post shall reach you.

*here's a pic of me and my doxie, Abby. This is how you will find us most mornings. All warm and snuggly.*

Much Sadness...

Writing this absolutely breaks my heart. Dana Reeve was the epitome of what a true woman should be. Such a class act, and I hate to hear of her passing. My thoughts and prayers go out to her family, especially her son, who has lost his mother at the tender age of 13. I can smile knowing that she is now reunited with her true love.Dana Morosini Reeve

February 19, 1961-March 6, 2006

“You have to celebrate the gifts because life is so hard and I think once you realize life's gonna be hard, the good stuff really comes forward."

Newbie :)

Hoot! Hoot!

I'm exhausted. Sitting in front of a computer for eight hours sucks. Atleast when I'm at home, I can walk away from the computer for a bit and take a nap. Oh well, I'm really liking my new job. And the people are really nice and welcoming and very helpful. I hate being the newbie. Wait until they see the crazy Zanne side of me. They won't know what hit them.

It's almost 9:30 and I'm ready to go to bed. I've taken yet another hot shower and I need to dry my hair, which has gotten way to long. I NEED A HAIRCUT! After I dry my hair, it's bedtime for this chick. I've never been to bed so early in a long time. But these early mornings are killing my night owlness. (Is owlness even a word?) I find myself enjoying getting up at seven and sitting around drinking my girlie coffee and then heading to work. That's just weird. I've never enjoyed being up at seven.

Anyway...so if I get behind on updating...it's because my ass has turned in early for the night...

My eyes fail me...

*according to the spell check, owlness is definitely not a word...they don't know shit.*

From Movies to Falling Prices.

And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness...

Well it's official. I have a new job, and I'm more than thrilled. It's something I've really needed for a long time. With that said. There will be a lot of people that I will miss seeing on a daily basis, and well there will be people I really could care less if I see again. You know who you are, and you mean so much to me. I hate leaving you, but some times you do what's best because you have to survive and you might as well be sane in the process. Know that I'll still be the crazy Zanne, you just have to share me with more people. I'll still be around, so don't forget about me.

Man, it's been a while since I updated! Sorry for the delay in posts. (Not like I have very many readers to begin with.) But for my dedicated lovelies, I'm sorry. I've just been in this major down mood, and haven't felt like doing much. I guess it's this major transition in my life, or maybe I'm just more depressed than I thought I was. Anyway, I did take my first drug test. That was fun. They fucking treat you like a hardened criminal. They turned off all the water and I couldn't flush or wash my hands. I was nervous so I tinkled on myself and having to hand that hot guy my cup of piss was not the greatest thing in the world either. "Here, I peed on myself. Take it. Wanna fuck?" Seriously do people go through such extremes that they have to turn off the water? I'm so new to this.

O.M.G. I bought Lady and the Tramp yesterday!!! I love this movie. It's always been one of my favorite Disney movies. I still have the original VHS when it came out years ago. I wore that tape out. And yes, I still cry when they show the dogs in the pound crying. And when Good ole Trusty gets run over saving the Tramp and Jock howls...tear jerker. I used to try and convince my mom to go save all the puppies. Oh the memories.

Well...I need to shower. I have a playdate. It's true. My grandmother's neighbor asked me to come see her again today. And well she's too cute, and well who doesn't like to let out their inner child and play 5 year old games? Well last time that happened she beat me with a stick...so this could get harsh. Nah, Addy's a good kid and cute as can be.

And I promise you you'll see the sun again...
(that's right, I'm a stripper...jk...)