Shawn decided he was just going to quit his job after being in Knoxville for a second week, but of course Friday on the way home the guy he was rooming with talked him into giving it one more week to improve. So Shawn went back for one more week but already had it in his mind that he was going to quit before Monday was even up. Tuesday he called in and gave his two weeks notice, which we both thought was the right thing to do, only the owner of the company is a complete DICK. He told Shawn that if he didn’t finish out the job in Knoxville he is NEVER allowed to work for the company and that Friday (the 25th) will be his last day (rather than Aug. 1). I was shocked when he told me this because Shawn’s worked with them for four years (collectively) and I find it insane that they would treat him that way. That whole situation just reinforced the fact that they’re just a bunch of assholes. I wouldn’t work there and I don’t expect Shawn to. I’ll be so happy to have him home.

This morning I made my daily stop to the AM/PM where I get my morning coffee. Before I could even pull into a space, the man who is normally working the register asked if I could ride up the street to another gas station to get him some eggs. “SOME WHAT?!” I said. “EGGS!!!” he said. Yes, the gas station attendant asked me to run an errand for him, and I did it too. Do you know how hard I’ve been working for the people there to love me? I remember standing in line to pay for my items when someone else would walk in and the workers would say HEY SO AND SO!!! all happy and excited to see them, yet seemed to loathe little ole me. Finally, finally after stopping there on my way to work for a year now, he trusts me enough to hand me 20 bucks for eggs.

I think I’m ready for a beer.

I deleted my myspace account, I don’t know how long ago, for the sole reason that I didn’t like the idea of anyone with access to the internet being able to track me down. I also didn’t like that they could see when I read their stupid ass message.

It was one thing to be able to arrange your top friends (rank them by importance). An interesting thing about that option is that people really take it to heart. Someone actually started a fight with me for switching their order on my top friends list… She was a bitch and deserved it anyway—but don’t you think that’s ridiculous? Ranking your friends?

It goes beyond that though, Les mentioned a “new feature” to me tonight that plain pissed me off as I assume it did her considering she asked where to go to delete her account, but NOW you can categorize your friends. They’re NOT JUST ANY FRIEND! An online friend! A client! A Nashville friend!

Well fuck you and the horse you rode in on! A friend is a friend is a friend!

Dammit!

Every year the Nashville Scene holds a contest asking you to complete the sentence “You Are So Nashville If…” and I normally find them quite hilarious. You may not understand some of them if you don’t live here, but I won’t lie… I don’t even understand most of them. Here are my favorites:

“You know Manchester does more in four days to deserve the title of “Music City” than Nashville does all year.” (Bonnarooooooooo!!!!)

“Your nearest bank branch is “that fancy trailer in the old H.G. Hills parking lot.”

“You brag about having grown up in the Gummo neighborhood.”

“Your dog is your wingman.”

“You know that Trace Adkins made Nashville look far better than it really is.”

“You can be tased again.”

“You have a separate dresser drawer just for your good black T-shirts”

“You see Nashville on a reality show and have no idea where the area they taped the show is at.”

“You contract E. coli while swimming across the Cumerland River trying to prove how clean it is.”

“You remember when Miley Cyrus’ dad was a big deal.”

“You’re not sure what Toby Keith’s last name is.”

Read the full article.

I spent the first two hours of my birthday attempting to drive to Knoxville to pick up my boyfriend because ALL. HELL. broke loose last night while we were on the phone. Long story short, his brother (they’re sharing a room) was out of CONTROL, kept butting into our conversation (to argue) and then proceeded to break Shawn’s cellphone. It was really ridiculous so I said I’d come get him but got too tired after driving for about an hour. Hahah way to go Kelley.

21 was a very great year for me, pretty dramatic but still great. I’m hoping that this year will be even better.

Work needs to FLY by because Shawn comes home for the weekend today, and maybe even for good after what happened last night. I CAN’T WAIT!!

I came up with a new name for Brooke Hogan: Brogan.

Totally.

Shawn left for Knoxville at 4am this morning and lets just say I’m so sad that I get sick even thinking about it. I feel frustrated and annoyed by work in that “fucking leave me alone” sort of way. It won’t be that bad, I keep telling myself this because he’ll be home by Friday, so big deal. It’s the realization that we’re going to have to do this over and over again for 10 weeks that bothers me. Cause I needed another reason to live for the weekend and all. I guess I’ll eventually get used to it but that doesn’t mean there won’t be any complaining.

Yesterday we celebrated 6 months of being together.  We had Chinese food for lunch, spent heaps of money at the mall, and barbequed for dinner. It was a nice quiet night but a sad one too because it was our last before he had to start this Knoxville crap.

I really wanted to take some nice photos of us with my XT but I never felt like setting anything up throughout the night so instead we took a few blurry cellphone shots. Better than nothing