They killed Donkey!

You Bastards!

Happy 100th, Weebl and Bob!

My crappy manager gave his two weeks notice.

You can't leave fast enough, fat-ass!

You know what they say......

In the middle of my session with my therapist yesterday, I told her about a dream that I had the night before.

I was in an apartment that the ex and I had rented together (we never got anywhere near that point in real life, but, hey, it's a dream people), and, the ex was finishing up his packing and collecting the last of his stuff. I don't know why he was leaving, since I'm sure that he probably would have expected me to be the one to leave for real, but, I wasn't alone in this place.

Apparently, I had already moved on and was seeing someone else, and, this person was with me while the ex was leaving. We were just standing and talking and laughing, and, the ex was obviously agitated by this, and, loudly dumped his last three boxes on top of each other, swore at them and walked out, slamming the door. I was also kinda thrown for a loop because the person I was with was a guy, and for some reason, he was wearing a green cowboy outfit with sequins.

"Did you wake up after this dream?"

"Yep."

"How did you feel when you woke up?"

"I felt relieved. I felt like this weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I was happy."

"You know, they say that when you have a dream before a session with your therapist, it usually is a resolution of a problem or conflict."

I genuinely felt alot better when I woke up...for about five seconds. Then I realized I had to go to the bathroom.....

Do not ask me to explain the green sequined cowboy outfit. It's a fucking dream, people.

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01.13.06

Friday the 13th. Traditionally a bad day, a bad omen.

Not so for me.

On this day, I received a copy of a letter sent by the Trustee's office informing the payroll department of my employer to cease garnishing payments for my Chapter 13!

WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I celebrated by finally having dinner with D at Outback Steak House (my treat). We went to see Hoodwinked after that. It's about the "real" story behind the tale of Red Riding Hood. It was pretty funny, and, the best part was that the kids that were at the showing were a little older, so, there weren't any random babies crying in the middle of the film.


My newest addiction is Crunchy Cheetos. I buy them by the bag, and, said bag is usually gone by the end of the day. I'm sick, I know.

You know......

I was going to finally put something here.....but then I caught the stomach flu.

Kicked in sometime Monday night.....

Made me vomit in the shower Tuesday morning before work.....

Made me throw up my breakfast and then some at work.....

Made me leave work two hours early on Tuesday morning......

Made me too sick to work Wednesday morning....

Still recovering from it today, and, I apparently gave it to my mom.......

Fucking sucks......

You're a punk-ass bitch, stomach flu!