Stan: Can I chill with you guys, my sister's out getting her hair done and I'm locked out.

Me: Yeah sure, what's she getting done?

Stan: She's getting it dyed blonde or something.

Me: Ew, why would someone "want" blonde hair.

My Blonde Brother: *glare*

Me: Oops! *giggle*

Brother: Fuck you ginger kid!

Me: Atleast I'm not a dumb blonde!

Brother: No, you're a dumb ginger kid!

So yeah, Jesus hates me. I just found out that I may possibly be getting fired from my job, pending an investigation. Why for? I don’t know, they wouldn’t tell me. Is that even legal? And don’t people usually talk to the person they’re investigating? I mean other than “You’re suspended pending an investigation.” So I’ll probably be moving to Portland a lot sooner than expected. Luckily for me I’m pretty good at landing on my feet.

There Will Be Blood is just as shitty as No Country For Old Men.

So I'm moving to Portland OR in two months. Srss Bnss.

So this week has been somewhat hellish, but all is well that ends well I suppose. I found out that a guy I dated for a brief period of time before I moved to Spokane killed himself. I cried a little. I remember his skin smelled spicy, like cinnamon and cloves.

Noah and I have talked since the meltdown. He didn't make why he was leaving entirely clear when he left so it sounded like he was just leaving because of bills. But we've talked alot since then and in all actuality we both have shit we need to work on and it's best if we do that separate for a while.

My psuedo-husband/boyfriend/whatever left me today because he couldn't deal with the financial debt he put us in. So if anyone needs me I'll be drowning in a vat of alcohol.

Never, ever, ever, ever, EVER think that it is a good idea to let your husband rub Jergens lotion that has a "hint" of sunless tanner in it on you. You will wake up looking like a blotchy carrot and your tits and ass will be way darker than the rest of you.

I don't give two shits if it won an Oscar, I thought No Country For Old Men was crap.

Bad news: My fuck ass client has spent this entire week beating the shit out of the other live-in, sexually assaulting her, and following her everywhere, even in the bathroom. Despite this our program coordinator won't let us call the cops because we'll lose the funding for her. We aren't even allowed to restrain her, pretty much we're just educated punching bags.

Good news: I got an interview today that went really well and they just got done checking my references so I'm just waiting for a callback saying that I have the job. Then I'll call my boss, give him my two weeks, and this coming work week will be my last one with that heinous bitch. Also this new job is a night shift so all I have to do is clean the house and chill. Yay!

Oh and it's my berfday! I can now apply for financial aid without needing all my partents info.

Someday I'm going to do this...





I love the part in the song where he says "You can catch up with yourself if you run."