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I’m really freaking myself out with how “oh well who cares” I’ve gotten about cleaning up ALL KINDS of fluids and chunky things this past week, ever since my cancer kitty started going downhill (she can barely stand up.)
I put a vinyl tablecloth down under blankets on the couch, because she just pisses, oh, WHENEV lol. Every night I sleep with her there, and she’s gotten more bold about taking a full-blast piss on me in the middle of the night. *shrug* Normally I would be a GIANT INFANT about this sort of thing, but it’s cray-cray how quickly you get used to it. I’m really glad my ex is not around to do all of the dirty work, because I can’t believe what a big girl I’m being.
So far this morning we’ve done gallons of piss, a few nuggets of cat shit, and a fair amount of throw-up (due to her insistence on eating clean cat litter WTF?) I don’t know how happy she is or how much she wants to stay around, because she can’t talk. When I get her to purr on my lap for some of the day, I like to think that she still deserves some time. I’m pretty sure what the Vet will tell me on Monday, but I’m still hoping she’s gonna RALLY.
Luckily, I have all weekend AT LEAST with her and I don’t teach until mid-Jan, so I just sit with her and watch PPV by myself, shove medicine down her throat 5 times a day, cry for a while then stop crying, and I’m really doing okay.
A pictorial:
Wine flight: The one in the middle-ish is the one described as tobacco and raw meat, I THINK
Smoked Salmon, cream cheese, mozzarella and capers pizza. And lot of crushed red pepper.
Not kidding, you guys!
Fuck it, right? It was the only clean clothes that I had, so I put them on my body and HERE IT IS:
GO AHEAD, throw me out of bed for eating crackers. I ain’t care.
- The sound of the drawer opening. Obligatory protestation. The sound of the condom being torn open.
- The thoughts going through your head those 5 seconds. Laying, waiting, thinking…
- Want someone to cut the crust off my sandwiches for me. #affection
- Don’t dip your pen in the vet office ink. Cause you have to go back to there on the regular, and especially when your cat has chemo. [Ed. Note: That's not him.]
- Egg whites. Running. Spaghetti noodles w/Velveeta and Rotel.
Maaaan, I was gonna go to this badass party w/my BFF Deanne, but I passed out cause I had taught all early-ass that morning. Omitting details, I ended up crashing for a nizzap, then woke up and had some wine => ended up agreeing to go to a VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars) bar party with my PARENTS.
As if that weren’t enough, because it apparently WASN’T, I spent most of the night drinking wine and dancing with my own MOTHER. My step-dad wanted to die, I’m sure of it. I still managed to catch a MAJE hangover, which I’m nursing right now with hair-of-the-dog.
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Sure. If you want to make an ass out of yourself and work out dressed as a slippery zebra, I suppose that is alright, but won’t you sweat your ass off? Won’t you sweat it off 5 seconds after fighting a small WAR just to get the damn thing on?
It was very hard for me. Having a bloody mary and fish noodle soup with my mom to make it better. I even cried, what the hell?
Also, leaning against his shoulder was a bad idea. I remembered each bone. But I still wanted to punch him in the face (dating a 20 yr old you idiot you’re 29, she’s not even done with her CORE CLASSES are you srs), and I lovingly gave him the bird as we parted ways after he made one of his trademark “comments”. Always with the “comments”, that guy. But we laughed over it and I wouldn’t get back with him unless he gave me a minimum of $15,552.
[Edit: BTW, that is a very odd combo (spicy bloody mary mix / vodka / soup with fish, pineapple, tomatoes, and celery). Actually, that sounds like the best combo. I want a REDO. Sadly, I must actually....BRACE FOR IT....go in to WORK today and teach the little rugrats. The 60-yr old rugrats. ::hides in closet::]
So I made my regularly scheduled offer on Twitter for someone to purchase me, but today I found myself actually BARTERING via Twitter DM.
“I don’t know if it’s more ‘lol’ or ‘fml’” is a phrase I’ve had to use more often than I’d prefer lately.
Do you want to eat this? Do you think *I* want to eat this? I’ve been subsisting on Cheerios, salad, egg whites and boiled chicken for like 2 months. So I made “spaghetti”. Or “spaghetti soup”. Whatever.
I quit the PhD program! I’m saving up money and moving. Where should I go? It’ll take me until at least January, but I need to plan and shit. Since I quit, I’ve been sleeping ten hours per day. MINIMUM, BITCHES. I’m still teaching, but that’s only 3 days a week, Kick Fucking Ass.
You GUYS. Firstly, when I got back from Hawaii, my router was all fucked up, so I’m posting this while sitting atop a mountain of clothing because I have to sit in this hellhole of a room to use internets (other than my beloved/heavily abused gphone).
Anyway, those of you who know me IRL know that I made a decision to start doing all these healthyish things as soon as I got back. Such as:
*starting to run
*quitting smoking cigarettes (WHITE KNUCKLING IT, expect some posts telling all of you how much I H8 u even though I actually heart all of you so hard)
*quitting doing certain things and/or people that I need to stop “doing”
*quitting the PhD program, which I tried to do via gphone email (literally) at the airport bar. GUESS WHAT, didn’t work. Why doesn’t it work? How does this continue to happen? I’ve done this, what, 8 times now? God, I almost wanna check my blog archives just to record my own audacity. Anyway, he was like, no. ”Whatever, Ang. I”ll placate you for now, and I’ma let u finish, but you’re gonna gradumate cause I’m a new professor and I don’t care.”
*getting a house keeper every two weeks
[Ed. Note: Check out the difference between gphone pics and iphone pics. iphone pic is the clear one in the middle fml]
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HAHAHAA hey guys, remember those awesome seven fucking times that I cocktail waitressed at the titty bar? My friend from high school just sent me a msg, like 3 weeks later, apologizing profusely for having asked repeatedly while there (was intoxicated) if I could get permission to give him a lap dance (cocktail waitresses are NOT allowed to writhe around).
I was just like, LOL, Oh YOU hahha.
You guys know how I feel about the fucking “Yahoo! Answers” community, as in they are gonna end up getting us all killed, but this gentleman sure wants to know what he’s talking about: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070817155434AAILCAX
Jessamin kindly sent me this vid of a retard who is cooking, AND I THINK SHE IS TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING.
There are certain things about my ex that I miss, and most all of them deal with administrivia, aka changing light bulbs and MAKING ME THE FUD. He made dinner every night because he’s a little girl, but we’ve been friendly lately so I feel bad about ragging on him for being such a LITTLE GIRL. Anyway, I’m learning how to cook!
Recipe for boiled chicken:
1) Buy a chicken
2) Defrost it, try to get it all defrosted (even in the center), or you get AIDS
3) Boil it until you’re like, so sure that’s it’s cooked that it’s like really dry
4) Put ketchup on it
5) SWEET BERRY WINE. “Because I SIT WITH IT”
- me: I feel fat from last night
- w/the pizza incident
- Jessamin: i wish i was super lifted
- me: come over
- Jessamin: that’s ridic
- me: you’re ridic
- Jessamin: i’m totes chattng w/ you in a weekly meeting
- me: hahahahaa
- Jessamin: i mean i’m in a meeting
- me: great job
- no I get it Jessmina
- Jesmmina Louise
- how are things?
- me: I SAID HOW THE FUCK ARE THINGS
- Jessamin: fuck you angela i’m trying to chat surreptitiously
- me: o. k then. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
- hey I’m gonna go to the kitchen and start breaking plates now, brb
- Jessamin: ok
- there are 4 peeps here and they can all totes see i’m on gmail, chatting
- howtf can you eat a whole pizza
- me: like they say in Miami don’t stop get it get it
- I don’t know what happened to me
- I EVEN CALLED THEM AND MADE THEM COME BACK AND BRING ME MORE GARLIC BUTTER SAUCE
- Jessamin: i think you might inspire me to go back to school
- me: dude
- pls don’t.
- I am soooo fucking mis with that shit
- and we’re gonna be steady bitching with each other
- and the PPL
- the fucking PPL
- we have had many a convo about this, when one of his been in and the other out, and vice versa, but why are you considering it cause I fucking hate my life
- Jessamin: haha
- me:
- Jessamin: thanks for talking me off the ledge
- me: I luv you is why I say this
- get the FUCK off that damn ledge
- <3
- me: I’m going to get laid tonight, Jessamin.
It’s a collection of figurines that are up for like, sale, called “Forever in Blue Jeans”. Who would collect this? This is insane.
And they were all, Hey! Let’s put Magic Johnson in a commercial! So everyone can associate our refrigerators and couches with AIDS!
So I might go to a different titty bar to waitress (walked out on other place last Sunday). Because not learning from my mistakes is my favorite. I’m not entirely sure I’m even going to take a third job anymore. Maybe bank teller. Any ideas? *sigh* I know you guys are gonna be dicks, lol. Don’t disappoint me. :)
First of all, I for real got an email from a student today with the subject line, “HORSEBACK RIDING”.
K, it’s related to an assignment, barely, and in a way that you don’t need to understand, but fuck that was weird. I’m still not sure if it’s more “lol” or “fml”.
Also, there’s this, from “funny likes on facebook” (forget who to credit this for, @GoodWhiteman maybe [Edit: it was @adamontherun, and the correct sn is @WhiteGoodman, anyway]):
This is for real my fucking playlist right now: http://blip.fm/profile/angelakdean/playlist. WHAT IS THAT ABOUT. It’s like, I’m a chick, or something. I know that most of you guys are male, but I also know that most of you work 9-5 and use headphones at work, and you can just thank me later for making you feel like a 12-yr old who just got her first period. And yes, Taylor Swift is present. And not because of my husby Kanye and his latest Kanye-Being-Kanye, it’s cause I DO WHAT I WANT.
So, I hate being a cocktail waitress most of the time, and especially when I have to deal with drunk guys trying to touch my hands (I fuuucking hate that (not from guys in gen, just from guys at the titty bar when I’m fucking hustlin’ and I’d probably be happier selling used cars)) and godknowswhatelse they try to swipe at. This right here for my cat’s chemo is why it *was* worth it, but I’m getting fucking sick of that environment. I need to find a diff job that pays on the quick and doesn’t involve old guys with hella alcohol breff trying to grab my ass.
I was told that I could actually embed this vid into wordpress, but either Dailymotion.com is a liar, or they take a while and it’ll show up like 3 times tomorrow. http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/mazzy/video/x67um_jesus-mary-chain-sometimes-always_music. It was my favorite thing evar like 50 years ago. [EDIT: Yep, 12 hours later, they all show up. I left one below so you don't have to click.]
My friend showed this to me, and you’re going to click on it and listen to it. This is no music blog, it’s a me-being-a-little-dickhead blog, but this song is my picnics and sunshine.
Oh yeah and informed my ex via email that “”You are like the sherriff, mayor and comptroller of Douche City, TX.” I won’t get into details, but he took shit far. Too far. Men. Am I right? Oh wait, it’s a snausage fest around here, maybe a couple of my girlz will represent.
