My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch!

Yes folks, more karaoke.
Brad and I had the whirlwind Saturday night on the long weekend. We went to: The Stonhenge (the stonehouse, we call it the Stonehenge, it is across the street from Brad's), The Druid, the Rose Bowl (they were supposed to have karaoke, but don't) and then Rosario's, the original scene of the karaoke crime, sang one song each and then went dancing at the local cougar/slime bar (the Gas Pump) and danced. LOL. It's not bad in that, it is not snobby and no one has any pretentions about themselves and the music does not TOTALLY blow, AND it is in the hood.

My car is back in the shop for the third time. I hope to god it is fixed. I am mostly so frustrated for counting on anything. I would have been so much happier without one. Brad has been a godsend and drives me when I need groceries, or crafts or pet stuff, but I have not done proper clothing shopping since January. But since I am such a fat whale, i guess it is just as well.

So what is happiness anyway. I have SO much going for me, but of course, WORK is so sucking my ass in so many ways, that I am SO thinking of leaving, but for what, the next place may suck worse in different ways than this place does. At least my supervisors admit that it sucks too, which in a way is good, but in a way bad too because they know it is not going to change anytime soon.

I need to go back and work at daycare. Doggy daycare that is, but of course, that is for like $8/hr, which means I will have to eat chinchilla pellets and bird seed and you do not want to feel the wrath of Peanut! (there's no goodness in Peanut!)

Okay, so - so far I am fat and unhappy in my job. I have been thinner and really lonely. I don't like being fat and I WILL do something about it. the job thing is really just going to suck for awhile (until I get out of this line of work). So... I need to make a decision. I need to change my point of view, but not lower my standards. That will NEVER happen.

Anyway, Brad the WONDERBOYFRIEND and LOVE OF MY LIFE and BEST FRIEND and I are going to Calgary this weekend. I am determined to just have fun. and we will, Brad and I have the best fun, he makes me laugh so much.

I got a hoola hoop for exercise last weekend, well I think Brad and I laughed way more calories off watching each other TRYING to use the thing than we did using it.

Okay, I am starting to feel better. Fat and unlonely is better than anything that I have had. Now I just have to work on the fat part.

Word for the Week: Beans, cause Ella Beans is the BEST beans....

Shout out to: BBF, Ron, PMC2

Can you keep it up?

Okay. So we went and did Karaoke again on Saturday night by our own selves (brad and me). We had fun, we had a fight beforehand, but managed to salvage the night, which is amazing. We are both pretty committed to our points of view, so the fact that we could get over it in time to to go out was cool. In general, we do not fight, we manage to work through things and talk them out. Brad is my biggest cheerleader, and I am DEFINITELY his. I think he rocks the casbah, among other things. So anyway, we went to go check out a new place (to us) in the hood and we had a few beverages, sang a few tunes. Then it took 4-EVER to get a cab. There was this guy that had a really weird looking car but all the guys outside smoking were like, totally into it. So needless to say after several wobbly pops I blurt out to the guy "Those guys totally want to jizz on your car, man!" and Brad was like laughing his ass off and the guy was like, "umm, thanks..."... LOL... Luckily I did not get beat up by the guys standing there, it was all surreal and hilarious. Like, why was the guy at the karaoke bar at 2:00 in the morning, cruising around the parking lot in his Kit car. So dumb. ALso the karaoke bar was weird. It was cute and cozy and seemed pretty busy, but no one was watching the performances... Like, I am the bar star, get with the program people. Well, I am SO not, but I like to think I am.
Anyway, work is sucking my ass so bad, I am SO not into people with low to no standards. I am trying to get on with me thing, but am SO demotivated it is not even funny.
I should not be a secretary anymore, it bites my ass.

Anyway, enough 'plainin for now.

Ciao.


Word of the Week: POUCH... Another word I like to say and it has many useful uses.

Shout out to Ella (we are going to stuff you with potatoes!) and P2.... and Brad the Wonder Boyfriend who is my inspiration, best friend and most handsomest good looking.