I miss my camera, but at least I still have my dog.

I was quite surprised last night when someone left me a comment on Flickr telling me to join the LOLA BEAN GROUP.

You mean my Lola is not the only Lola Bean? It’s silly of me to even think that but shit! AT LEAST SHE’S THE CUTEST.

http://www.flickr.com/groups/lolabean/

Holy cow, dude.

Work has been kicking my ass for the past couple weeks which is why I have been absent around these parts. But don’t worry it’s all over now, and I can resume my already half-assed blogging.

Funny how I still don’t really have anything important to say. Why is that, is my life so full of work and other extreme dullness?

I’m still waiting on forms so that I can file my tax return, and so help me God when I get that money I am stocking UP on supplies to start my jewelry makin’. I cannot wait, I’ve been reading books, researching on the web… everything I can find to figure out how to do this because somehow I became obsessed with it. I will be sitting on the couch with Shawn, looking deep in thought and he’ll ask me what I’m thinking about. I feel like such a douche when I say “jewelry” but I just CANNOT help it, I am so eat up with it. I don’t even think it will cost a whole lot to get started but I guess I just don’t want to feel like I’m spending money on it that could go toward other things.

Amanda, my previous roommate, is finally out of my house. I won’t lie and say that what happened to us does not sadden me in the slightest, but really? I feel good for standing up for myself, finally. I gave her plenty of time to get her shit together and actually pay me but really I just gave her more time to come up with excuses. Then the tmobile thing happened and it was just too much, I couldn’t take that. No way, I’m not going to allow myself to be someone that people continually walk all over simply because they know they can and that’s exactly how this felt. She experienced the Paul situation, she knew how bad it got and how rotten I let someone treat me.

If I learned anything from being with Paul for two years, it wasn’t how to deal with a drug addict. I never figured that one out. I didn’t learn how to help someone get clean simply by loving them because that certainly didn’t work. It really had nothing to do with love or drugs at all, but mainly that people will fuck you over. Especially when you love them because that is when the opportunity is greatest. You can’t think that people are going to change or that they’re not going to do you wrong just because you love them and you thought they loved you.

People are evil.

Don’t hurt nobody and don’t tear anything up. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

I know it’s no fun to read someone whine and gripe about how crummy they feel so I will keep the description of  HOW FUCKING BAD MY WISDOM TOOTH HURTS to a minimum.

I recently discovered money missing from my bank account, and long story short it has ended with my roommate moving out. I’m skipping over the bulk of the story because I’ve told it thousands of times and I don’t even want to THINK about T-mobile’s customer service anytime soon.

After the whole ordeal had been discussed or whatever you want to call it, she sent me a text message, and while I admit I hardly read it, I did see that it started off with something like:

“You let Paul do so much shit to you for two years and that’s all you knew him for”

blink.

DO WHAT? Am I not allowed to fucking learn from my mistakes now? I mean as it if wasn’t enough that everybody and their momma tried to come down on me for taking shit from Paul, and now that I’ve learned my lesson from Paul and I’m not putting up with JACK SHIT FROM YOU OR ANYONE, someone’s trying to hold it against me?

Note to whoever tries to fuck me over and get away with it: There’s no need to bring up Paul and what he’s done to me, I’m very well aware of that and believe it or not, I DID learn my lesson, so please save us both the issues and save that shit for someone who will listen.

Am I the only person who couldn’t give a shit less about the Super Bowl?

Not that there’s anything wrong with it if you do, but damn it was a little unnecessary when my brother, his wife, kids and I had to go to three different restaurants just to find one that was open last night. FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.

In other news, it’s Monday and as you all know this makes me so happy to be alive. [/sarcasm]

In other complaints, I’m tired, cranky, and really sick of hearing a certain someone FUCKING SMACK AND EAT THEIR CHIPS LOUDLY. Is that seriously how you were raised?

edit: Guess what, folks? Now we have slurping! Yay!

Girl you so crazy!
Eating sushi is my new favorite thing to do on Saturdays
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