*sigh

......
So yea
I didn't get a chance to post ANY thing over the week like I said I wanted to...
Was either to drunk to coordinate finger movements to type not only words but construct sensible setences on this phone
Or
Was either to fucking tired...

None the less I have tons of stories... Well not really stories but random moments......
I also learned alot about people and myself
One being that I am a happy loner.... (Doing things on a group schedule make me sick)
I made more friends and met some nice/generous ppl lol

*sigh
I would start a entry but it is no way in hell that I am going to type a blog of any sort on this damn phone....
No noo

:) <-- I think smiley faces r gay lol

Anywho, while I wait for my cab and flight
I'm gonna play Dance Dance Revolution

Never cease to amaze me.... The iPhone

So I've been looking for a blogger app for my phone since I'm out of town and far far away from a computer.. I came across a few that look promising; I'm gonna try to test them out to see how they do.

In the meantime...
IM IN FLORIDA!! For a whole week... O yea!
My little fake spring break (it's not even my spring break yet neither)
And I feel that it is important that I have a app for this so that no insane story goes untold... I'm sure I will see and be involved in a lot of them lls.

Well anywho... I feel delusional right now... Functioning off of 4 hours of sleep and 2 flights is no good. Need to get my Zzz before I start writing some crazy shyt.... If I haven't already
:-)

WATCHMEN

IM SO EXCITED THAT THIS MOVIE IS COMING OUT TOMORROW!!!

like a geek i have been anxiously waiting....
so anxious, that i might just go see it at 12:01am tonight

Money makes me want to throw up

♫ Money make me cum... money money make me cummm ♫

Sorry Rick Ross, money does NOT make me cumm darling.
that is unless i bought a rabbit or something

in fact it makes me sick, delusional and numb...

I mean don't get me wrong i love spending it but with this economy like it is and has been. The love of spending it is now becoming more less enjoyable, than it is enjoyable. I know some of you will disagree, but i don't care.

Money is the root of all fuckin evil!!

and the root of all my panic and stress attacks...<- if that is real

If you put my ass on a reality game show, everybody's throat would be sliced and all backs would be stabbed.. there would be no fun and games or friendships being made... just me getting the money..lol

*just being real
__
I mean today, i sat here just now, calculating the money i will be getting come 12am friday morning and began subtracting all bills and expenses that will be getting cut out of it before i will EVEN GET A FUCKING CHANCE TO PUT MY LITTLE BROWN FINGERS ON IT.... and was fuckin left with a few measly coins to manage with.

ARGH!! fuck you bills

like WTF! School is basically the #1 ass raper of my life right now... I think they bust some kind of nut everytime they put my ass in a financial hold or some shyt. A bitch is gonna have to get her 2nd job back to make this shyt work again..

But I guess i can't complain too much because I made the decisions that put me in this financial mess... so i must build a bridge and get the fuck over it...


**BTW**
I have a trip coming up that i decided to treat myself too but the figures that i had planned to have in my bank account"s" have magically disappeared... so I am going to attempt to ask my mom for a few coins... which will be a hard task for me since i am pro-independent and all plus I haven't ask her for any money in a billion years.

Moms cut that spoiling shyt short when i was a little girl

I'm nervous but I'm still going to try cause i need it or else im going to be one sick puppy in florida

lil bi*ch tried it

I just can't even begin to fathom or think about the punishing i put on satan's seed when i came home and found:

a shredded pocket bible
chopped down dress shoe
the remains of a makeup eyeliner.... that i just bought.. fuckin BITCH!
ate up dove soap
turned over trash can and
a fuckin happy, demented puppy/grown ass dog

I swear something is wrong with him
he needs to be admitted to doggy boot camp ASAP because this is becoming to be a tragedy

any who.. enough about the dog.. i might get an aneurysm thinkin of his ass


**but i still &hearts him though;

I'm slowly turning into a cat person...

I had this god awful dream last night. It was so awful that the anger pulsating through my body was strong enough to wake my ass up in the crack of dawn...
it involved some serious beating tantrums and some more shyt.....

I swear that sometimes I have some of the craziest dreams. I don't know if this is a result of my movie addiction or what. But maybe I should start writing some of this shyt down because it's serious and would create awesome scenes in movies......

anywho besides that point, my dream last night was like a direct example of my subconscious speaking to me...
To those of you that are wondering, the dream went a little something like this.....

*****
I wake up from my sleep to get ready for work. Upon opening my eyes I see my dog, Shane looking at me.... DEAD in my face... he looked soo cute in his little german shepherd stance, staring me right in the eye waggin his tail and what not.....

too precious

So i called his name and he came hopping over seeming so happy to see that I was awake. I gave him a nice little pat on his head for an exchange of some wet dog kisses......... on my cheek
After our little exchange of doggy love.... i get up out of my bed

no sooner than my FOOT hit the got damn floor, he went running out of my room down the hall to who knows where... **I, a little bewildered by that behavior stood there for a second to process why he would do that

....*shrugs continue doing what i was doing.....

..so then i turn around..............................

i see one of my fucking favorite pair of boots, that i just bought not to long ago..... shredded the fuck up!!!! with one of the boots COMPLETELY torn in half. Immediately I begin to flip the fuck off. Like tearing shyt down, slamming doors, and screaming my ass off, looking like a angry black women type shyt...
instantlyyyyyy i knew who the culprit was....
>:-0 with his ashy nose


i demanded him to come to me... but he wouldn't soo...i went to him, carrying my mutilated beloved boot with me.... Immediately when he saw me, he ran into the corner and hid his face... I started beating the cosmic slop out of his ass with the busted up boot... i couldn't control my anger...it just poured out of me uncontrollably, until my brother came and stopped me and let him outside.... I was too through... anger just ran through my body...until i felt in throbbing through my feet.. at this point I woke up.....

******
so me, relieved to know that my boots were just fine... took my happy ass back to sleep.......... ****aww the relief***

that was until i woke the fuck back up.

this time i leaped out of the bed because i realized i was running late for work... there was no Shane waiting for me by the bed to wake up to neither...just me running like a chicken with her head cut off...

I'm running and racing; getting my shyt reading for work. Open my door and see one of my black BOOTS in the hall way....... immediately in the back of my head i began to pray... (now see these boots are not my favorite pair but yet i spent a pretty coin on them and got them on a temporary sale *wink*. So any emotion for them would count the same as if it were a favorite....
I walked up to the boot to find .....that the leather on the fucking heel was CHEWED AND PEELED THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGHHHHHHHHGRDFGNFGURHDJHFKB!!!!

AT THIS TIME I AM IN FULL CRAZY WOMEN RAGE LOOKIN FOR THE LITTLE BASTARD.....
because i just can not think of any possible way to get that shyt repaired....like
O
M
G
ughhhhh.... as soon as i found his ass... i rammed my shoe in his face so he would know what i was about to beat him for lol
i then preceded to SLAP the shyt out of his face and threw him outside in the snow by his neck...

I was soo fuckin pissed this morning....

and still am....

he better not even think to come jumping in my face today when i get off like we on good terms.... because a bitch will go off... on his ass...

ok..so....

ok..so I was planning on updating the blog today while I was at work but i said fuck it... because i don't feel like being in this place any longer, I might start to gauge my eyes out or something...

i just want to go home and get the hell up out of this building.. so i'll holla later

maybe when i get home or something