Saturday, January 31, 2009

im not high, just easily amused.

just got word that the psycho roommate painted the spare room (my old room) pink for her new bundle of joy. too bad she hasnt had an ultrasound yet. haahaha! god i hope its a boy.

how fucking stupid are you?

i would write more, but im still trying to figure out why im awake.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

so i shit in public today...

not really IN public, but in a public bathroom....and even that could be argued considering i was at work, and noone was really there... but whatever

details, details...

it was the greatest thing EVER. Like i was holding it for the just perfect moment, and wow was it wonderful. almost orgasmic.

until it pinched off, hit the bowl, and the cold toilet water splashed my ass.

boy was i pissed.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

waffles and bowel movements...

the boy and i went to breakfast this morning and everything was normal... I ordered way more food than i could ever possibly eat, and he ordered waffles and a ham and cheese omelet.

little did he realize the omelet would come with the entire fucking pig stuffed in it... im not kidding.

it has been labeled the omelet from hell.
...and he swears hes never eating ham again. I believe it.

omelet carcass lol

the funniest part of the whole thing, was the look on the waitress's face. i couldn't tell if she thought it was funny or if she was embarrassed.

i was laughing so hard she probably thought i was high.

my breakfast however, was delicious....and of course i didnt finish it.

IM who you have to fuck to get a drink around here...

god ive missed working on fridays. yes, im back working at the bar. its like im destin to DIE there. No matter how long i leave, i always end up back. its like my second little home...second little dysfunctional home with all the crazies. i <3 the crazies. helps me feel normal.

Friday, January 23, 2009

well bitches, im back.

So here I am a year later... new blog, new attitude (well, sorta)

Hopefully I can find some of my old readers so I don't feel like I'm sitting here talking to myself.

Last year was pretty much hell on wheels, so I had to quit writing... after quitting the bar, it got pretty shitty at home, and I didnt want to be online bitching about the hubby, especially since he was one of my readers... Well, we're divorced now. So fuck him.

I don't want to sit here and recap the whole last year, I want to start fresh, with no mention of the ex husband, the bad dates, the psychotic ex friend/roommate, that fucking retard from Pennsylvania, the stalker, the bakery with the bi-polar boss, or that stupid bar that consumed my life.

This year is gonna be a happy bella...

unless of course something pisses me off.