Snow? WTD is that?

I think it is snowing again. I know it was snowing an hour ago because I was standing in it and looking like an idiot trying to catch snow flakes on my tongue. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? I think so. I could be wrong I guess. I only remember it snowing here.....um, never. I vaguely remember snow on the ground but not falling once. And the other two times I've seen snow falling from the sky was two different visits to Connecticut. Yeah.

I am only semi-digging Josh Groban's Christmas album. Quit deucing up my songs, fool. Damn. Even Alvin and the Chipmunks don't mess them up. Oh, wait. That's my basis for comparison. I freaking loooooove me some Chipmunks Christmas album and DVD. As in, my family tries to hide them every year. They haven't learned yet that I will go buy new ones if mine disappear. For realz.

Real update later. FOAF has pissed everyone off, to the point everyone's blowing him off. I've been hanging out with some new old friends and that may be causing a problem. I don't think creepy middle school guy who had a severe stalking crush is over it. Damn, I should have saved those texts to refer back to. Oh, well, let's hope my frozen brain remembers later!

I'd love to say I haven't been busy.

Ok, so this like a fly by post because I'm actually pissed at FOAF today and it shows. RepoGirl actually said I was in an angry mood and all she had heard was hi. Deucing stupid deucing idiot.

I have been busy. Do you know how hard it is to pee when you have a dog who is not a lap dog by the way trying to sit in your lap? So not easy. And if I shut him out, he whines. Not little dog whines, but huge drawn out big dog whines. Also, he won't pee or poo if he's in the yeard by himself. Nooooo, someone has to go out with him at 2 freaking AM when it's cold as shit and stand there. And then he thinks it's play time and I'm all "Go the deuce back to sleep, yo."

Ok, so, busy busy. FOAF was over Friday and Saturday and let's not even go there because I'd really just like to slap him in the head and yell at him. Also on Saturday I had to take all three dogs to the vet and then I made cookies. They were delicious. Need to make more this weekend. Then I had a meeting on Monday for the high school's Campus Advisory Committee, which instead of doing what was planned, we talked about how the school has to be "restructured" because of all this No Child Left Behind bullshit and test scores. That will probably end up being a whole nother post. Then I went to dinner with an old friend from high school and when FOAF found out he was all jealous and I was all "shades of my ex, fuck off." I think I didn't do much Tuesday or Wednesday til I hit up a jazz band concert and well that was fun. Then Thursday, I went to lunch and a movie with said prior old friend (Shorty) and then late that evening went to dinner with another old friend from high school. I'm all nostalgic I guess. And FOAF is still pissy about all of it and I'm over it. I'd rather hang out with people who aren't going to bitch about their situation and then not do anything about it. Whatevs, y'all.

So, now here I am, freezing my ass off while Chunk is sleeping quite sweatily next to me. He's like a human heater in pint size form. His dad brought him over yesterday to try on a heavy winter jacket and Chunk played with Spike and had a good time. When we came in, he said he was going to get on my bed to take a nap. He was here to stay. He told his daddy he wanted to stay. Asshole made him go. AND I know he didn't take him back to his house and feed him lunch and give him a nap despite the baby saying he was hungry and tired. Way to go, deucenut. Father of the year, right there.

Ok, I'm actually pretty angry for really no good reason. I have got to stop this shit. For realz. It'll pass, in time. Now, who's got the time speeder up thingy?

Need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight

I have no idea what other things went on. My memory is a little lacking these days. I am still not 100%, despite me going out and doing things. I've not been reading blogs either. I feel bad, but sometimes things have to go to the wayside and I guess that's one thing.

I love the freaking eye candy at work. So fucking cute. And I'm smart enough to not get into anything. Hell nah. He's just pretty to look at.

FOAF and I hung out. And by hung out I mean he played WoW and I slept. I know how it is to be cooped up in a house with nothing to do, so I invited him over to use my internet since that new expansion came out. And he stayed. All night. Which I was kind of figuring anyway. So, he played, I did some other stuff and then went to sleep. It was a late night and I don't exactly sleep well if there's other stuff going on, but I managed. And apparently I managed to NOT talk in my sleep which is a good thing. So, here's a guy who likes me, in my bed with me in jammies and sleeping and NOTHING HAPPENED. I think this is very rare. (And yes, I know all about "But he was playing WoW so it totally doesn't count." Most guys would have tried to cop a feel no matter what. I'm just that hot and sexy.) He ended up staying until I left to go to karaoke with JPanda and crew. FOAF and I are supposed to head down the road to the friend's house, but FOAF is still feeling anti social a bit and I need a damn nap. I took one last night while The Wizard of Oz was on. I vaguely remember the Tin Man and then nothing until the Witch got melted.

Karaoke was last night. I SAID I wasn't going to drink anything and then ended up with two very yummy shots, and amaretto sour and some fucked up whisky drink that I left on the table because damn. That shit was strong and gross. I also let JPanda pick out what I was singing and ended up with Britney Spears' Toxic. Which prompted some guy behind our table to proclaim that damn, he would drink my urine. OMG, gross. I think that must have been the same guy who later threw a wadded up napkin at us. Mature, real mature. I did get hit on my some guy named Giovanni, a short guy who was trying to use The Pick Up Artist's tips. I am hip to that though and didn't let him isolate me. (What? That show is awesome. I learn so much. I think more guys should watch it.) Anyway, I apparently didn't suck so bad, despite having laughed until I was practically crying right before that. See, I had dropped my chicken strip and it rolled somewhere. Found out it was under someone's chair. And she said it looked like a chicken turd. And that they were going to throw it at me while I was on stage. You know what? This doesn't sound funny at all. Sorry, you're invited next time! And I'm pretty sure there are now pictures and a video of Panda and me dancing while JPanda did Beat It. We were crazy!

FOAF and I also saw Repo! The Genetic Opera on Tuesday. I think I'm glad I didn't have any expectations going into it. Because I laughed all the way through it. FOAF looks over and goes "Wow, you laugh at really wrong stuff" or something like that. I don't know, I was probably laughing at the guy getting his spine repossessed without anesthesia. I'm not one for gory films, but this one HAD to be tongue-in-cheek because it was hilarious. The gore was splashy and great. And the storyline was weak, but decent. The singing was over the top theatrical. Anthony Head (why did he drop the Stewart?) is awesome, as always. I loved that Buffy episode where he sang. He's got a great voice. I'll always love him from those coffee commercials from BEFORE he did Buffy. Not surprisingly, Paris Hilton was weak, but she was barely in it, so HA! I loved the part where she looked like Darth Maul. Fucking great. Anyway, if you get a chance to see this movie and need a laugh and don't have a weak stomach, go see this. Otherwise, look for it on DVD when it comes out. It's not widely released so you may have a problem finding it in theatres, but try. If you see it and absolutely hate it and think I'm out of my mind, well, yes, I AM, but you can complain and I'll make it up to you.

The friend is jealous that FOAF is spending time with me and talking to me. The friend that set us up (Z? for lack of a better alias) keeps asking questions that are none of his business. And I tell him that and I know he's joking about it for the most part, but still, gossip much? And then he calls ME because when he called FOAF he didn't answer and knows we're together and then is all "Is he mad at me?" WTD? (What the deuce? Because I've gotta quit using the "F" word. So I'm replacing it with "deuce.") Do NOT put me in the middle of this. And get out of the middle of whatever may or may not be occurring with me and FOAF, k?

And JPanda and Panda both thought that other guy from before was gay. So now we're back to that. And we're leaving it at that. There's been no contact. And I'm okay with that.

Now that I've left work and committed myself to going down the road, I suppose I should. Z tried to put me in the middle again and I'm just not having it. Hopefully some driving with music will clear my head. I'm feeling a bit anti-social myself today.

It is finally cold. YAY!?

O, I love Halloween. This is no surprise to anyone. What I don't love? Having my filling break and a possible infection the week of. Dentist is on Thursday and hopefully I'll be cleared for all the candy I'll be stealing eating Friday.

Things I love today:
* Having Roadside Assistance. You see, I had a flat tire last night and forgot that I bought RA when I bought the car. Came in great to change the tire.
* Stewart. He took me to the grocery store when I thought I didn't have RA and then hung out for a bit, despite his being allergic to every animal in my house.
* Being able to buy four(!) new tires.

Things I do not love today:
* Having to buy the aforementioned tires. Totally shitty, but really needed. The tread was coming off and I didn't know it. OOPS!
* Not being able to eat really because of aforementioned filling. Ugh.
* Being in a CFIDS flare. It's not something I talk about a lot, because most of the time I'm fine, but damn, I'm tired.

It has finally turned cold in the Land of Hot. This is good except that when the heat is turned on in the house, my room is 5 degrees hotter than any other room. I'd love to be able to open my window, but I'd really like to have a burglar bar put on. Mine's the only one on the outside of the fence. I don't want horny boys crawling through my open window! (OK, maybe, but only Edward Cullen, who of course wouldn't be stopped by bars.)

Found out FOAF is bi-polar. He's been distant the last couple of weeks and now I get it. He's worried it'll make me not want to hang or something, but it doesn't. He's not the first one I've known to have it and he probably won't be the last. I'm not worried, I'm relieved. At least this way I know how to handle it when he's distant and stuff.

My VCR crapped out on me. I'm very devestated. It still works, it'll play and record manually, but the timer doesn't seem to want to work. Which means now I must be home to start it taping. That could be ok, but what if I forget? Do you know how long it takes the C-Dub to put episodes up??? Waaaay too long. Almost a week. And then it starts skipping and is obnoxious. And yes, I'm old school. I love my VCR. If I had a DVR, I'd just find more crap to tape and that wouldn't be good for anyone! But now I have to make sure I'm home to tape Super Why on Friday. Special Halloween episode, don't you know.

Uh, I'm a little anxious to get back to my Gossip Girl book, so, yeah. Love me some S and B and N and C. And I'd like a nap for $200 please Alex.

Did you miss me?

And I'm back. Remember when I asked about that mbps stuff? It was related to the internet. And not really the internet, but the fact that my router was dying. New router, good internets!

But, I'm currently at a coffee shop with FOAF and he's worried about playing WoW. Yeah, he's one of them. He's a nice guy, still not happening.

I don't know, I'm still a little bruised. I'm used to being able to pinpoint something that went worng in a relationship, and this time I can't. And I'm not going to do the whole "What's wrong with me?" because, let's face it, there ain't nothing wrong with me. I'm going to be loud and crass and bitchy and high maintainence and if they don't like it, tough shit. I AM AWESOME and shit.

Oh, and on Jane's (over at Amazing Trips) advice, I got an apple corer, one of those that slices apples. It's freaking THE SHIT! I can't believe I ever lived without one. It makes it so easy. Alas, I ate all my apples.