10:27 pm - 01-18-06
pimping Anna
Hey, are any of you guys on My Space?? Well, if you are, there is my link and I post there sometimes, though usually itll just be a generic version of whats here. But yeah, go there, its fun.
And you hear that song on my profile???? That is Anna Bowman, one of the greatest, most beautiful, amazing, AWESOME people I know. And I just so happen to have gone to high school with her.
And I swear to God, she wrote that song just for me... though she didnt even know it. Its the most fucking awesome song ever, it just relates to me and my life, 110 percent.. I listen to it over and over and over, at full volume, singing along and just in awe, so amazed that I actually KNOW her, someone that talented!!! Shibby!!!
So yeah, I am so totally pimping her because she freaking rocks the casbah.
Anyways... Im off to bed. If I get up early enough, Ill write in the morning.
6:44 am - 01-18-06
oh sweet rolley luggage thing
Here goes day 2 of work of 17 days in a row. Ugggh. Overtime - you gotta love it, but dont you just hate it? The lure of the money is soooo tempting, but ah hell, Im going to be so flippin tired. Ah well.
Nothing much been going on here lately. I felt like I have been really busy lately, but at the same time I havent done a damn thing.
This past weekend Mom and I went shopping in both Platte City and Maryville. We frequent 2 brand name discount stores, and both were having 50% off everything in the store sales. I got some new jeans, new black slacks, some Rocket Dog shoes, a new Nine West purse, some earrings, a makeup bag, and some luggage.
Funny story about the luggage... they were regular $20, which isnt bad at all, regardless. Well take 50% off that and hell yeah, I am buying one. Always wanted one, just never had the money or the chance. So I jumped at it for $10. Mom decides to get one too. Oh, and mine is fantastic blue, by the way.
We get up to the checkout, I pile all my stuff up there and then hand over the luggage as well. Checkout girl rings everything up, asks if she can store my stuff inside the luggage instead of a sack. Sure, no prob.
Then she says my total. $6.31.
Hrm? I stand there for a split second and hand her the twenty dollar bill Ive got in my hand, mentally adding up my bill... it should have been $10 for the luggage, a buck for the earrings and like 5 bucks for the pants. But she hands me back $13.69 in change. Ca-ching.
Mom pays for her stuff, and moms total comes out just about right, Im mentally adding it up as well.
We head outside and I am fumbling for my recepit, smirking.... she didnt charge me for the luggage! Shibby!!!!
I told Mom about it and she just laughed and called me a lucky biotch. That I am, for once. Hell, I figure its society paying me paying me back for a little of what Im due. Yee-haw.
So yes, now I have pretty blue luggage, free of charge, that has the little wheels and handle. Which I have tested out, pulling behind me all around my living room like some dumbass. But it was great fun.
Now I just need someplace to travel to. Hrmmmm. Kim? Andy? You two have any ideas???? How about you, mi amiga? Or Miss Kari? Or better yet, litte miss Dana can come get me in her sweet ass car.
Yes, yes, I think you all should take random turns kidnapping me and pampering me in cities throughout the United States. :) Whaddaya say?
Anyhoot, I guess I better get around and get in the shower, get my ass to work at 8:00am instead of 8:03, as I usually do. Grrrrrrr.
I cant believe I have to go to that damn hell hole for 17 days straight. Ugh.
But just think, money. *sings* MONEY MONEY MONEY.... MONNNNNEY!!! $$$$$ Yes, I like money, boy oh boy do I.
Tata folks, take 'er easy. Meanwhile, I take 'er any way I can. :)
