Not that I’m into country music AT ALL, I thought it was interesting that I just met Kenny Chesney, ahahha. He came in the office to say hello, and I’ll be more than honest when I say at first I didn’t have any idea who he was, until someone that was with him mentioned it was cool that we had is plaque up on the wall. 

Call me retarded for not recognizing Kenny Chesney, but it’s amazing how different someone can look when they’re not in a cowboy hat and a cut off shirt.

I broke up with Paul recently, and today he has moved out.. uh, involuntarily I guess? His stuff is sitting outside. I don’t think I’ll be going into detail because it’s not something I even feel like thinking about. Much less convert those feelings into words, which you can all see I struggle with. It’s hard on my brain.

I’m not sure what this means for my blog. It could mean I may post only here and there, or I may overpost… I just don’t really know how I’ll be feeling.

In my newly acquired spare time I will probably be working on my new aquarium (it’s still a bit foggy and it’s chapping my ass) and hopefully more website stuff. Hell, maybe I’ll even decide to get out of the house every now and then to, you know, go have fun. We will see though I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to feel.. normal (?) again. This has technically been drug out for a couple of weeks, and while even though I was expecting him to move out as soon as tomorrow, it still kind of burns.

1. 6pm: Scrubs, Channel 60
2. 6:30pm: Scrubs, Channel 60
3. 10pm: Scrubs, Channel 18
4. 10:30pm: Scrubs, Channel 18 or 20*
5. 11pm: Scrubs, Channel 18

I watched a lot of Scrubs while Paul and I were broken up over the holidays last year. Surprise, I’ve taken to it again, only this time more obsessively. It just makes me feel like everything is right in the world. ha

* I try to watch both at once

Lola Bean loves to say hello to Noodle, even though Noodle does not pay her a damn bit of attention. She says her hellos to us, and then goes home.

On a lighter note, Paul, the one who made me cringe when he asked if he could install my new ram, actually managed to install it for me while I was at work. After I thought I fried my computer, I got a call from him telling me he actually got it to work. I thought he was pulling my leg, but when he started to tell me my computer’s most intimate details, including “2.5 gigs of DDR SDRAM,” I realized he wasn’t just making stuff up!

I know I shouldn’t have doubted him when he asked to help me out, but it’s not that I didn’t think he could do it. I just handle my computer delicately, while Paul just kind of clomps around like a man. Next time I will save myself the headache and just tell him to do it.

Happy 21st birthday to my favorite person in the whole world, Lesta McBloodypiss.

Also, thank you Kris for voting in the contest, the one that is still open that you should go vote in.

Two years ago I had just started to work as a residential manager of a group home for mentally handicapped (challenged? I don’t even know the correct “term”) adults. It was me and good ole Manda, taking care of 8 special needs human beings. Had you told me we would be doing this kind of job together when we were in high school I would have laughed in your face and thought YEAH RIGHT. We do good just to make ourselves lunch!

I worked there for all of 6 months. Shit was just getting hard on Amanda because her half of the house was hellacious, so we both bailed. There’s no way I could have done that sort of work on my own, living in a house for a week with someone that is not one of my favorite people is not something that is doable for me. I left a really shitty job to work at the group home, but I had established great relationships with the people I worked for. We were friends, not just coworkers, and that was cool. Things weren’t like that at the group home, my supervisor pretty much hated me because I had an “attitude” when in fact I did not, she was just a bitch. Other than Amanda and another residential manager that I worked with, there weren’t any friendly people there at all. So of course I had no desire to stick around at the first sight of discomfort because I just can’t work for people who don’t appreciate what I do.

The ladies that we cared for were not exactly extreme, but there were definitely moments. I bonded with some and others I didn’t. I don’t want to go and say that I had favorites, but I definitely did. Amy Jo lived in my half of the house, and even though there were days that she screamed more than she did anything else I ended up really enjoying her. She really took to me as well, she would actually do the things I asked and not be completely difficult. Well, that, and she never tried to beat me with a coat hanger like she did Amanda, which was PURE COMEDY. I can still see that scene in my head now. The entire time I worked there I did not laugh harder than I did at that.

Amanda’s going back to work there, and I just heard from her that Amy Jo died on Monday. I feel really bad. I only went back and saw her once. I was really looking forward to seeing her again, I know she would’ve been really happy.