i'm pissed. the ceiling, which started leaking between 12am-2am sunday morning, is STILL leaking. this leak is RIGHT above the toilet, so to use it, you have to wear a towel over your head. i'm SO pissed, we notified them about 230am sunday morning, and talked to them about four times since. this is the third leak in the 13 months we've lived here. i'm fed up, and they best be giving us some sort of discount on our next months rent or something.

on a different note, jill added me as a friend on facebook. how weird is that?

Around 2 am this morning, I discovered the ceiling leaking in the bathroom for the third time. This is the first time we discovered it - before, we arrived home to buckets sporadically placed and a note, saying there had been a leak. I'm still waiting for someone to get over and fix it. Lib's at his mom's, so I wore a towel on my head to use the bathroom -- yes, the leak is right over the toilet. Last night, Lib held the bucket over my head. Now that's love.

Daddy's Day was good. I brought scratches, but Rob brought scratches and candy and Taco Johns. AND a shirt that read "USAF," so obviously he's the favorite. Oh well, I have my chance again on his birthday in August. There are so many bdays coming up. July 2, my mom. July 4, my brother. August 8, Beth's. August 9, my gramma. August 12, my dad and Marc. August 18, Joey. So I oughta be good and broke for the rest of the summer. :P

I wish they'd get here and fix that. All I wanna do is sit, chill, and smoke a bowl of the goodies Joe sent home with Lib, but I don't know when people are coming to fix the damn leak. Suckfest.

holy shit.

liberty and i were playing phase 10 and watching last comic standing, when it ended and the news came on. it's the first time i've watched the news in a long while, as i typically catch it at my folks' but i hadn't been in the area lately during news time. anyway, it was like watching a horror film. story after story about deaths and murders and suicides and accidents. and then it nonchalantly went into how they're sending instruments to troops.

i'm utterly dumbstruck. i mean, i know the world is falling to pieces. but to have story after story skimmed over, each one being a cold slap to the face, it's a little overwhelming.

damn. no wonder why i don't watch the news.

So we both woke up feeling like death. Liberty's got a fever of 101, and I haven't checked mine, but I'm sure it's getting there. It's great.

So we called in. I left my boss a message. I really don't feel like dealing with more shit from him tomorrow over calling in today, but no need for me to bust my ass when I'm dying for someone who thinks I don't do shit. Anyway, Kim called me around 8, and I just let it go to VM. She left me a message, wanting to know if I was really sick or if I was falling apart, and to either call her back on her cell or text her. So I texted her with, "falling apart yes, but I do have a fever." She replied, "Well feel better, and give me a heads up if you decide to throw in the towel." It's good to know she realizes how much yesterday fucking hurt me. Hopefully she can somehow relay that to bossman and make him feel like shit. Which probably won't happen.

So today will be spent being sick and job hunting online. I guess we'll try to get the nice OT check next time. ;/

Figures I'd be a postwhore on the busiest day of my weekend, but I am. I'm happy, and things just keep getting better.

Not only will I have that Body Worlds poster up, but we have a new wicker shelf in the dining room, which holds mini liquor bottles and Lib's shot glasses. As I said, it's wicker, so it's not completely flat, and everything looks a little tippy. But that's okay. I'm sure it will look straight when drunk. :)

P&R just called; they're about to head down. I'm wet and in a towel - my shower has been taken. All that's left to be done is for the food to be set out, and the chairs to be properly arranged. But that'll probably all wait until Lynne gets here anyway.

Things are good.
Don't worry about me.
♥

Oo! Oo! My boyfriend is the best! He's going to Walmart to get a frame so we can put the Body Worlds poster up before the parties! I wanted that done soooo bad, but due to slackerish ways, I figured it wouldn't happen. But he's making it happen.

The cats got to it a little, so there's some pretty white holes in the plain black surface, but who gives a fuck. I want my inside-out guy on my wall!!

We're almost there!

The food has been prepared and is now cooling in the refridgerator. The floors are ready for vacuuming. Lib ran out to get the last couple things we need, we'll put some stuff away and go over the place once more, and we'll be ready for action!

I'm pretty happy, actually. In a good mood and stuff. Looking forward to tonight; not a bit nervous. Okay, maybe a wee bit nervous. But not NEARLY as bad as I thought it would be. We got some food, got some drinks, and we'll have some sextoys. I am ready.

I am ready.

Well, almost ready. Still must do aforementioned stuff. But that's minimal. So.. I'm ready!

It's an interesting feeling to all of a sudden realize that you're sitting with your boyfriend on your year and a half anniversary, looking through a sextoy catalogue, and instead of shopping for yourselves, you're shopping for his mother.

Man, I have so much to tell you guys.
I haven't posted a real update in foreverrrrrrr.

I think real updates are probably going to become a weekend thing.

I'd try to make something of a post now, but there's stuff to be done.

I wanted seconds for dinner.
He replies with, "we're gonna hafta bust our butts on some exercise."

I know that he didn't mean anything by it.
I also know I'm fat.
I don't need reminders.

Needless to say, I didn't have seconds.
I wish I hadn't had firsts.

My boyfriend is evil.

So he's out doing laundry, and I hear him chatting outside the door... then the voices disappear and he doesn't come in. Then they come back and Lib comes in and was like, "hey, hunny.. you know how you said you wanted bunnies? Matt's selling a couple!" and him and Matt (the neighbor) walk in, each holding a three month old, little lop-eared bunny... one gray and white, and one orange/tan and white. SO CUTE. anyways, he's selling them for $25 each or $40 together. both him and his girl are allergic, and they have a baby on the way. and three ferrets. so come payday... i don't know. i already figured out this morning that i'm going to be horribly broke for my party and the upcoming three weeks, and i want to cry.

oh. and the next time my boyfriend brings a little friend home without giving me any warning and i'm wearing a pj tanktop and my mini flannel pink shorty shorts, i'm gonna beat his ass.

So when Liberty was backing my car into the garage (which I'm not sure why he decided to do that, since his defense was "I couldn't see out of the back window!" (cuz it was hailing/raining)), he clipped my rearview. So now I gotta go get that fixed come payday. It's already time to tape up my car. :(

So. In that movie, Anthony Hopkins is black. There's something to ponder over.

It's hailing. Liberty just went to put in my car. Sad to say, it was tempting to leave ol' Zip out in hopes of getting hail damage, then pull what my parents pulled on the Sunfire - got the insurance money, didn't fix the car's body, and just spent the money elsewhere. That'd be nice. And who needs a perfectly flatbodied car? Zippy could use personality. :) But alas. In the end, I love her to much to wish harm upon her, so she is safe and sound.

Cleaned quite a bit today. Then the lack of food and smell of numerous cleaning products kinda kicked me on my ass. Now we're watching movies. 'The Human Stain,' to be precise. I love Anthony Hopkins, and I would have his babies. Even if he scares me, and I've been constantly warning the others on the screen to 'be careful, cuz he eats people.'

Well, Lib's back now.. movie time!


Edit: My rearview mirror is broken. I want to cry. I did a little. I was just working so hard on keeping that car perfect... sigh.

Holidays never really mean what they mean. Well, not to most. It just dawned on me that it was Memorial Day. I mean, I knew that, but I didn't realize.. yanno? I didn't do anything. And the only thing I thought about and regretted not doing was being at a barbecue. But Memorial Day doesn't translate to "Barbecue Day." I should have visited my grandfather's grave, and my great aunt's grave, and my baby cousin's grave. But instead, I took a moment to pine over not being at a feast, when I've been eating like a cow all weekend anyway, and went about my day. I was so excited for Memorial Day. Only because it meant a three day weekend.

Christmas isn't really Christmas to me, which makes some sense, as I am not Christian. No, to me Christmas means family, good food, and presents - giving and taking. Plus, December 25th isn't even really Jesus' birthday. It's sometime in the Spring or Summer? That's just silly to me. The 4th of July - my favorite holiday, mind you - isn't Independance Day to me. It's friends, fireworks, a good day outdoors. Easter, well, Easter obviously isn't Easter to me, either. Easter means probably going to the folks' for food, and now going to Lib's moms', and yeah.

What holidays do have the right meaning to me? Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Father's Day? Hallmark, greeting card company created holidays? My morals are twisted and my values are skewed. But oddly enough, I wouldn't have it any other way...

Does that make me a bad person?

I guess I'm just 'comtemplative' tonight. I wrote an essayish blog on myspace about how you shouldn't rush your childhood and try to be an 'adult' ASAP. That was loosely geared toward somebody, though. This is just, well, comtemplation.

Speaking of the 4th of July... Lib's gonna request the day off and I'm gonna plan something fun. It's lame that it's on a Wednesday, but we're gonna have fun, dammit.

today was fun.

we went to the minnesota zoo. took some rad pictures. but i don't even feel like posting them, since my start menu got all fucked up and i can't find/remember the name of the program i used to use to edit my pictures.

but if any of you have a good picture editing program that you'd be willing to share, um... let me know? :)

but yeah, more tomorrow maybe. hope you all are having a phenomenal weekend!

oh the agony. the left side of my upper self hurts. the top of my head, ears, jaw, temple, face, neck, shoulder... ouch. i've popped way too many otc pain relievers today and i want something prescription, dammit. but i still have to pay my last doctor bill... argh.

and the bills! both my cell and my insurance have doubled. my insurance has more than doubled, but i'm looking into switching to american family. just gotta give the guy my number so he can make it 'as easy as possible.' then my bill will only be doubled. oh the joys of a new[er] car.

and you know how i got set up on a family plan and told lib to pay his cell bill in collections instead of me? yeah, no. my cellphone bill is now nearing $200/mo and that won't do. i think i'll take off a couple features, too.. it sucks it adds things to both phones.

even with my raise, i'll have less free money than i used to. joy.

but i do have a ray of sunshine poking through my clouds of gloom. it's almost the weekend! a three day weekend, nonetheless. liberty has to work monday though. poor boy. oh, and payday is tomorrow! but as you can see... it doesn't mean much.

my account finally almost balanced out. but what the hell. there is a $1.00 difference between my balance and my available balance. how do they get $1.00?? just weird, man.

i'm excited for my check tomorrow. i know i'm going to end up being disappointed cuz i just have my sights set so high, but oh well, at least it will probably be the nicest check i ever had from there.

you know what pisses me off? i could pull $800 checks out of aurum, and there i made almost $3 less. but i didn't have to pay insurance. when i did though, they were still nice.. it was cheap, and it was AWESOME. i miss it.

i think jim might be gone tomorrow? he said something about a truck going to renaissance to repo, and he said he'd be in chicago? so yeah, i don't know. i hope he's gone. i have a feeling i'll still be feeling under the weather, and not having him on my back would definitely be nice. especially on a friday.

i always find myself dissatisfied, and i'm always the one to blame.