Wow. Today was a LONG, and I mean eventful day.

-I wake up about 2pm and go pick up my check. It was $700 before taxes and other deductions–my biggest check yet. But after everything was deducted, it was only $550, but still plenty.

-I open a new bank account, and I swear it seemed like all the tellers were on meth or crack or something. They were so..weird. It was a man and a lady. They were both unbelievably nosy about my personal life, asking if I smoke and just being…weird. Then the lady, she tried to force me to take a sucker, and after I said “No thanks” several times and she was still pushing it, I finally took one (which I gave away). They compared my license picture to an early Britney Spears. I mean, I LOVE Britney, don’t get me wrong, but I look absolutely nothing like her. It must be the drugs. Which caused the lady to start talking about how Britney is the white-girl Michael Jackson. Again, I love Britney, but NO. Yeah, when they were done, I rushed out. It was just a very awkward bank experience.

-Me and Ryan broke up. I’m not all rainbows and butterflies about it, but I’m surprisingly calm and fine about it. Actually, very relieved. We’ve been practically broken up anyways for a little while, only together by namesake. It was very relieving.

-I went and hung out with this guy I met today. Since he was a stranger and everyone knows, STRANGER DANGER, so I let my little sister and her husband tag along. It wasn’t bad, but my sister was grilling him like she was my daddy. And being really embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to mind.

-While we were out, we went for a walk. These three kids came up to us four and was all…wannabe gangster. He was talking to the guys.: (CAUTION, VERY GRAPHIC LANGUAGE)
“What the fuck you lookin’ at? You think I’m fuckin’ playing? I said, do you think I’m fucking playin’? Bitch, you laughin? You think this is funny? I will stomp your teeth in. I will beat your ass. Right here” Then wannabe gangster took his shirt off. “Nigga take your shirt off. Right now. You think I’m playin’? Bitch give me yo shirt! I will come over there and rip both your shirts off! Bitch, suck my dick. Get on your damn knees and suck my fucking dick.” So we told him that was kinda gay, asking a man to suck his dick when there were drunken bar girls 2 blocks down. “Fuck them, I want you to suck my dick. Fuck you! I will follow you home!” We told him, we hope he has a car because if not, he’s gonna be walking for awhile. “You bitches don’t have a car! Why would you motherfuckers be walking in the rain if you had a car! Fuck you. Give me your shirt!” And then the stupid kid had the nerve to ask for a cigarette. What.The.Fuck. And this cycle of threatening us continued for about 30 minutes until we turned around and started walking towards our cars. Except they tried to add in at one point “Go home and fuck them fat bitches you’re with” referring to my sister and I. Yeah, they got put in their place very quickly after that. But then they continued with the other stuff.

-That’s really all, but it’s been an interesting day to say the least.

Plans don’t always happen. But I really plan on getting a piercing this week. Thursday or Friday, I want to get either my monroe or labret pierced. Or maybe medusa or a side lip piercing. Either way, I’m getting a mouth piercing of some sort. Hopefully. Which should I get, I haven’t decided, obviously.

Ryan has been gone for almost 2 weeks now. I miss him like crazy, but it’s fine, I guess. I’ve really gotten close to Tammy, a coworker of mine. She’s so easy to talk to and just…she understands that when it comes to advice, it’s not that easy. It’s always, ALWAYS much easier said than done.

Also, I’m really looking forward to my next toy review. Haha. I actually really enjoyed writing the review. I thought I was gonna be awkward, putting my solo sex life all out there in the open, but it really wasn’t. It was fun and I got good feedback from it.

So like, also on Thursday, not a plan, but a definite, I am going to the next town over and applying for this job. It’s very similar to my current job. Practically, it’s the same job, different company. I am SO tired of getting hit by one of our guys. Like, on Sunday, I got hit 15+ times in my arms because the manager didn’t leave out money for him. wtf. How exactly is that my fault? And he hits (not just me, but everyone except the house manager) on a regular basis, but especially me, Courtney, and Tammy. Also, when he has these violent behaviors, he has them in sets of multiples. If you have one that day, you’re guaranteed at least a second. I’m tired of it. I don’t get paid a mere $8/hour to get beat regularly. It’s not worth it, and it was NOT in the job description.

And I think one of Lily’s puppies died. =[ I’m not for sure though until tomorrow when I can search. I counted three times, and only found 10 puppies instead of 11. I mean, Dolly’s litters always have at least one either stillborn or death within first week. But still. I don’t like puppies dying. =[ I reallly need to get Lily fixed her soon. No more puppies for me.

So, this is just very random babbling, but I really wanted to blog about this stuff, but each individual topic is not exactly blog worthy by itself. Until next time!

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I’ve been absent and instead of making excuses about this, that, and everything else, I’ll just be upfront. I’ve been losing interest. Nothing has happened for me to blog about. Everyday is the same old routine, and I need to break it. Work, home, sleep, repeat. It’s monotonous and I feel like I’m just watching my life fly away.

Ryan went back to Alabama again to take his sister home. Only this time, he plans on staying for a little while, around a month. I miss him so much that it’s driving me crazy.

And work is hell. My coworker is a stupid bitch, pardon my language. I found written proof of her talking shit about me. Again. I thought we got it settled, but I guess not. And so I photocopied it. Today, I asked her about it (not mentioning the proof, of course) and she denies it all and said “Where’d you hear that from?” She’s stupid and obviously lying to my face. I heard it from her own writing. Yeah.

Ignore the rant, today’s just…one of those days. and I feel like crying and giving up and everything is stressing me out majorly, so again, that is the reason for my absence.

And if it continues, it may be because I don’t think I can afford to pay the cable bill this month. Yay. So possibly no internet.

I’m looking for a new job. $8.00/hour is NOT worth it to get beat, or to deal with a certain coworkers. I’ve been looking at this place, it’s called Help At Home. It is a very similar job to the one I currently have, but working with the elderly instead. Plus, they have a location in Alabama that is only about 15 minutes from where I used to live, in case we ever move back.

Plus, Ryan is out of work. This will be his third week straight that they haven’t let him back. So we’re living on my income, alone. They keep making lame excuses like he can’t come back over scar tissue? It’s stupid.

And because he’s out of work, he’s at home all day, everyday. On the Xbox. Meaning, no internet for me. Unless, like now, I get on while he is still asleep.