Sunday, December 26, 2004

My wallet was lost and presumably stolen yesterday.
Debit card, credit card, two sets of checks, my social security card, $40, tons of receipts, concert/movie tickets, all gone.
Today I went shopping with the only money I have... gift cards.
Bought new lounging clothes from Old Navy, and tons of underwear. Can't wait to model them for Chris.
I hate people. Especially people who take wallets.
Don't really want to go to work tomorrow, but then again, I never want to go to work. I had to leave early yesterday because I couldn't stop crying about my wallet. What if someone tries to steal my identity and ruins my credit... they have everything they'd need...
I hate people.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 14:48 | |


Friday, December 24, 2004

If you're going to complain about people working on Christmas, then don't leave your house.
It makes no sense to offer your sympathy to someone who's working if the only reason you are in their presence is to rent "It's a Wonderful Life."
If it weren't for you, I could be sleeping.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 20:29 | |


Monday, December 20, 2004




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Good will toward men.
God will tolerate it.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 19:59 | |


Sunday, December 19, 2004

I've spent the entire day eating... literally.
Woke up at 11 am, and made myself an egg/bacon/cheese sandwich. Went to Steph's to hang out, and while there I had butterscotch and brownie parphet and pork nachos. About twenty minutes later I decided my stomach was not quite full enough, and asked Steph and April to join me in a drive to Sonic. One coney, a large tater tots, popcorn chicken, a vanilla coke. Almost an hour went by when I decided I wanted an egg roll, so we hopped in the car again and drove to a closed Chicken and Rice, then to a closed Railroad Chinese (which is a terrible name for any Asian establishment), then motored around south Farmers Branch/extremely north Dallas until we happened across Eggroll Express where I ordered five eggrolls, five wonton rangoons, and four cho cho's, which could also be called "beef on a stick." I wasn't really hungry anymore, but didn't change my order, even after being told I would be the only one eating. And boy, did I eat.
So now it's 11 at night, and I can't sleep. Which position is good to lay in so that my overly-stuffed tummy doesn't crowd my cigarette-weakened lungs and leave me sweaty and hyperventilating in the middle of the night?
Is it sad that since Chris is out of town, the only things I can think of to do are eat, watch tv, and roll around in my bed? I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow... Poor, poor, pitiful me.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 21:00 | |


Saturday, December 11, 2004

Dad is cuting costs, and it looks like the internet and cell phones are the first to go, which incidentally means even fewer updates to my blog. I'll try to come back every now and then, even if no one reads my life anymore, just because I've had this thing so long.
I've spent only three nights in my own bed these past three weeks. Every free second I have I'm with Chris, and he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, if I weren't so paranoid, I'd say he still enjoys my company. We've planned a road trip to celebrate our birthdays (his is the day before mine). Going to see the ocean. Thursday night I'm meeting his family. Every December 16th they go out to dinner for Chris' adoption anniversary, and I'm extremely nervous.
Last night at work a customer called me antagonistic... I know!! ME!! I just told him I thought it was odd that he would admit he bought Beetlegeuce, but deny he rented Saved when both occurred in the same transaction. Crazy people trying to get out of late fees. I don't mind giving a little mercy if you ask for it, but if you obviously lie, I will hate you for the rest of my Blockbuster career.
I have a spider bite on my left upper thigh. I knew I hated spiders for a reason. "No, don't kill it, it eats the bad bugs and bah-de-bah-de-bah..." Boy scouts lie. Spiders are the devil.
This morning I went with my mom to serve pancakes to mentally challenged children. After about three hours of it, I fell asleep on a couch in the back room (Santa hat covering my eyes), and tried to ignore the excited screams of retarded kids. Lord, I apologize and please be with the starving pygmies down in New Guinea. Amen.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 14:58 | |