September 2003
SEPTEMBER 29, 2003 :: 03:57PM I'm feelin' it.
Jammin' to ... feelin'I'm motivated to work on a new layout. Now if only I can remember to bring home a copy of Photoshop with me.
Today a huge weight was lifted off my chest. A project I've been slaving over at work was coming to its due date real soon and I hadn't even scratched the surface on completing it yet. I gave my boss an update on it and he said to drop it; I don't have to work on it anymore. WOOOHOOO! Now if only this other project would disappear, I'd be a happy camper.
I reek of macaroni and cheese. Today while eating my lunch, an elbow macaroni covered in cheese suddenly jumped off of my fork and into my shirt. That's just lovely. I really don't know why it smells so bad. I showered this morning, I swear!!!
SEPTEMBER 26, 2003 :: 11:07PM Mae vs. The Dentist
Jammin' to ... feelin'Today I flew right through the pile of work that was growing mold on the right-hand corner of my desk. It feels so nice to have actually gotten some work done. Things are thrown at me and I complete them with ease. It's just the long term stuff that really has no due date; those are evil. I am a masta procrastinata so of course I'm going to wait until the absolute last minute before doing them. It's a disease I tell you. A disease for which no amount of medicine or shrink sessions can cure.
Sunday night I had an excruciating pain shooting up and down the left side of my jaw. It was so bad it would sometimes spill into my temple and the back of my head. I decided I HAD to visit the dentist. No matter how much I fear the dentist, it's for my own damn good. I was convinced that the pain was coming from my molar that currently has a crown on it. The dentist who put the crown in said that if I ever feel pain in that tooth again I will most likely need a root canal. See why I've been avoiding the dentist? Well, the Advil and Anbesol wasn't working anymore, and my sanity is important to me, so I made an appointment for Monday. Doc x-rayed me and revealed that it was not the crowned molar as I'd suspected. It was my wisdom teeth. Ack! All this fucking time I've been rubbing Anbesol on the wrong fucking tooth. Suddenly it's all so fuckin' clear. He says I gotta get all four of them out. Ackx2. I thought this was rather ironic because just days before I bragged to people that my wisdom teeth are fully grown in and don't bother me at all. Yeah, alright. He refers me to an oral surgeon for the procedure and prescribes me some Amoxicillin and Vicodin. I immediately went to the pharmacy to fill the order. I felt so "LA" walking into my office with my bottle of Vicodin. Hahaha.
So fast forward to Thursday at 2pm. I go in for my consultation appointment. The appointment where they show you the appetizing video All About Wisdom Teeth Extractions, give you a sigh of relief when they assure you you'll be knocked the fuck out, and then kick you in the nuts when it's time to show you the bill. $635. Ouch. Insurance covers the other half. I made my appointment for October 3rd. It's a Friday, it's not too life threatening if I miss work, and I'll get to use the weekend to recouperate.
So now it's Friday night. I don't have Photoshop on this computer yet so I stole my old temp layout image and put this all together 3 minutes ago. Can you tell? Anyway, I really don't want to keep it this way, so I'll definitely have something new by Tuesday or Wednesday.
Alright, time for Friends and Will & Grace reruns!
SEPTEMBER 23, 2003 :: 02:35PM New layout?
Jammin' to ... feelin'Thinking of creating a new layout. This wannabe sci-fi thing just does not match my writing. I don't have Photoshop on my new PC yet though. It'll have to wait till I'm bored out of my mind with a copy of PS handy.
I have been so superfuckingduper lazy lately. So many things have gone on in my life but by the time I sit down in front of the computer, I'm too exhausted to type it all out. I do this all for the entertainment of a few people, but also as a log for myself. I like reading my own shit from time to time.
Right now I'm on Vicodin. I'm drowsy. I wonder, if I stabbed myself in the knee with a pencil, would it hurt?
SEPTEMBER 20, 2003 :: 02:29PM OMG!!! OLD SKOOOOL!!
Jammin' to ... feelin'Alright so I decide today I'm gonna sit down and work on my music collection. I open up KLite and type in "slow jam mix" in case I luck out and find the old ass mix I used to have on tape. I haven't found the exact one but I did find a few that have SO MANY of these late 80s/early 90s slow jams on it. HOLY SHIT! So many memories are flooding back into my mind right now. Keith Sweat, Jodeci, Klymaxx, New Edition.. you name it. I'm on the verge of tears right now because there are so many emotional memories behind these songs.
Sigh... alright, back to work.
SEPTEMBER 17, 2003 :: 03:57PM I love you.
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SEPTEMBER 14, 2003 :: 01:19AM Damn my memory.
Jammin' to ... feelin'I think I may have had sexual relations in the past with a friend's new boyfriend. It was over two years ago and it was only one time. I, for the life of me, cannot remember his last name. He looks like him, but I can't be sure. They have the same first name, but it's a common name. I know that he and my friend know each other, too. It could very well be two different people but all signs point in a different direction. Fuck!! This is going to rack my brain forever.
The past couple weeks have been super super busy. Working my ass off, cleaning and decorating my ass off at home, watching my money disappear at the store like a pro. I should own stock in Pottery Barn, Target and Bed Bath & Beyond. I changed my mind 5 times about my drapes. So I chose the color, bought the panels, then changed my mind about the color when I got home. Went back to the store and exchanged them for a different color. Got home and realized I accidently bought the wrong length. Then when I went back to get the correct, they were all out. Went to another store to find the correct color/length and finally I was ready to go with my drapes. Then my fickle ass change my mind again and decided not to put them up for now. I was thinking of putting roller shades up instead. So in the interim I put the drapes in one of the bedrooms. I saw how nice it looked so I decided to buy some more panels for the living room again. After much digging through the shelves I found six panels of the same length and color. :whew: So I'm putting them up tonight when I notice that one of them is a good 10" longer than the rest. The color is also slightly off. GRR!@#@!~! I am having no luck with this drapery thing. Motherfuckers.
Alright enough about the drapery fiasco. I'm going to bed.
SEPTEMBER 01, 2003 :: 08:40PM Update on my life.
Jammin' to ... feelin'G'evening all. It's Monday night. The long weekend is over and it's time to gear up for the work week. My boss will also be back from his vacation. I'm gonna force my ass to wake up at 6am and get to work at 7am so I can get a head start on work before he comes in at 9am. I'm dreading the workday tomorrow. I predict it's going to be pure hell.
Tonight the family had dinner at Lawry's, a high-falutin', hoity-toity restaurant in Beverly Hills, to celebrate a bunch of our birthdays. My grandmother, mother, uncle and brother's to be exact. My stomach feels 30lbs. heavier. Uhhh never again. That meal will last me at least a week.
My parents dropped me off at my apartment and now they're at my grandmother's place hanging out before they head home to San Diego. I left them in sort of a bad mood. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it was their loud ass voices jabbering away in front of my door while my neighbors walked by wondering what the hell was going on. I was so embarrassed I could barely look them in the eye when they introduced themselves to me.
I'm also quite annoyed because I had SO MUCH FUCKING SHIT to do this weekend, and a lot of my plans were ruined by certain family members. I did not get SHIT done. UGHGHH I want to strangle someone!! To top it off I'm stuck with dialup until my dsl is active on Friday. It is not helping my mood one bit.
I gotta lie down. My head is spinning.
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