Yes, I am this lame.... but, in my defense, we are so awesome we get our own friggin' Mt. Dew. So suck it, nay-sayers!!!!!

*tiefed from Bucky's journal*

1. You can ONLY answer 'Yes' or 'No'.

2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments you and asks— and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.

Kissed any one of your LiveJournal friends? — No.
Been arrested? — No.
Kissed someone you didn't like? — No.
Slept in until 5 PM? — Yes.
Fallen asleep at work/school? — Yes.
Held a snake? — Yes.
Ran a red light? — Yes.
Been suspended from school? — No.
Experienced love at first sight? — No.
Totaled your car in an accident? — No.
Been fired from a job? — No.
Fired somebody? — No.
Sung karaoke? — No.
Pointed a gun at someone? — No.
Did something you told yourself you wouldn't? — Yes.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? — Yes.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — Yes.
Kissed in the rain? — Yes.
Had a close brush with death (your own)? — Yes.
Saw someone die? — Yes.
Played Spin-the-Bottle? — Yes.
Smoked a cigar? — Yes.
Sat on a rooftop? — No.
Smuggled something into another country? — Yes.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? — No.
Broken a bone? — Yes.
Skipped school? — Yes.
Eaten a bug? — Yes.
Sleepwalked? — No.
Walked on a moonlit beach? — Yes.
Ridden a motorcycle? — Yes.
Dumped someone? — Yes.
Forgotten your anniversary? — No.
Lied to avoid a ticket? — Yes.
Ridden in a helicopter? — No.
Shaved your head? — No.
Blacked out from drinking? — Yes.
Played a prank on someone? — Yes.
Hit a home run? — No.
Felt like killing someone? — Yes.
Cross-dressed? — Yes.
Been falling-down drunk? — Yes.
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? — Yes.
Eaten snake? — Yes.
Marched/Protested? — Yes.
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — No.
Puked on an amusement ride? — No.
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — No.
Knitted? — Yes.
Been on TV? — Yes.
Shot a gun? — Yes.
Skinny-dipped? — Yes.
Given someone stitches? — No.
Eaten a whole habenero pepper? — No.
Ridden a surfboard? — No.
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes.
Had surgery? — Yes.
Streaked? — Yes.
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — No.
Tripped on mushrooms? — No.
Passed out when NOT drinking? — Yes.
Peed on a bush? — No.
Donated Blood? — No.
Grabbed electric fence? — No.
Eaten alligator meat? -- Yes.
Eaten cheesecake? — Yes.
Killed an animal when not hunting? — Yes.
Peed your pants in public? — No.
Snuck into a movie without paying? - No.
Written graffiti? — Yes.
Still love someone you shouldn't? — YES.
Thought about the future? — Yes.
Been in handcuffs? — Yes.
Believe in love? — Yes.
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — Yes.

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Well now... that was a pleasant distraction... >.>

I'm so tired. The kind of tired where you feel like you're trapped in slow motion. Where you see things and your head aches in a way no medicine can touch. I close my eyes and I either get dizzy or I start falling asleep. Moving my arms feels like -such- an effort...

Dr. Enlow performed an out-patient procedure on me to see if it helps with my bleeding disorder. I cramped and ached and was dizzy and nauseous all of the rest of Monday and part of yesterday. She warned again that if I experienced specific symptoms to call her immediately. "You're walking the line" she warned, "If we have to, you will end up needing a transfusion!"

Walking lines.... drawing lines. I drew some sketches at work today. Some of the best humanoid drawings I've done in a long time. I've never successfully drawn a bearded man before now. Houston, we have BEARD!! *mild applause*

I know I should be focused on my work. If I am not, I can cost the company hundreds, maybe even thousands of dollars. What am I stuck thinking about instead was something I roleplayed last night and how its changing that particular character's storyline. My brain is computing -that- as more important... huh.

Customers are a drag today. And those that are angriest are the ones that brought whatever happened completely upon themselves or else are calling in with the absolute pettiest of complaints. These are the kinds of people that make me wish I had a special button on my phone that, when pressed, would deliver a sharp jolt of electricity directly into the receivers of these whiney, arrogant, immature, rude little snots that call to yell at me for breaking our vehicle or because we wont drive them a new vehicle 160 miles because the one they have has a dried up (cleaned, no stickiness or dampness) soda stain on the seat. Are. You. KIDDING ME???

Take a look at the freakin' -economy- jackass!!! ALL rental companies are holding onto their cars longer because if we sell, it is for much less than the car was worth and we lose millions trying to replace them. And we're not the only ones. You want a sparkling clean vehicle? Drive your own (which I doubt is in pristine, dustless, perfect condition) or expect to wait HOURS for a vehicle while we sit and thoroughly detail and spot-treat each of our HUNDREDS of cars that pass through our lots BY THE HOUR. Or better yet... tell the family that rented it before you to quit being a bunch of disgusting slobs while they are driving our cars!!!!

I mean... COME ON. Its like you're going to McDonald's and asking for a T-bone steak and the basil-tomato wedge salad, for Chrissakes!!! Be realistic. You want a fast, cheap rental vehicle? It'll be packaged to you about the same as your fast, cheap burger. There'll probably be greasy corners on the box, your lettuce will be littered all over the bottom of the container, sometimes the fries are crisp, sometimes they're soggy... and you might get mayo when you asked for mustard. Its the price you pay for your "I want it all and I want it yesterday" attitude. We can't thoroughly clean and do a 100-point inspection of every vehicle that comes through our lot. We have locations that push out 100 cars an HOUR... sometimes more! You'd be surprised how many times I have people berrate me about how we should've checked the CD player or the cigarette lighter... So sorry that we were more concerned about checking your fluid levels and tires. What were we thinking, considering those aspects more important than your ability to enjoy your jammy-jams as you roll along on cupped, peeling tires with an overheating engine!

Hate to say it, but if the previous renter blew out the cigarette lighter or aired up his flat tire... or ran over something and knocked a hole in the oil pan before he drove in and never told us about it and you end up with that car, don't blame us!! Be realistic. 9 times out of 10, my company I work for is a good company and we will meet you halfway and then some in these matters. SO QUIT BEING A BUNCH OF 'TARDS ABOUT IT!!!!!!!

*coughs* ... Huh. Well I feel a little better now...

Hey everyone...

What is it about bad experiences that stick to you? Yes, I know that its some hang-over primal instinct that makes us cache the traumatic in an attempt to avoid recurrence... but I really hated taking my pets to the vet to be neutered today. It called up a lot of painful memories of my last early-morning trip to the vet... the quiet reassurances that everything would be okay... and being told the following day my beloved Roxie had passed away.

I know they'll be alright. I -know- they will be alright. I know they will. Its just annoying that I felt so frantic to convey my love to them both before they went behind that door. Love I had carelessly not shown to my Roxie when she was spirited off, so certain I was I'd be picking up a much healthier, happier dog. That I'd even see so much improvement in her the next morning when I brought her food by the clinic. No, I didn't say any proper goodbyes in that moment, so I made even more of a show with Dante and Gizmo as they were shuffled off to be prepped for surgery.

Dante I can pick up at 3:30 this afternoon. Gizmo, because he's being neutered and declawed, is staying the night. I'm chewing my nails already....

THE BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!

I can't tell you the level of fury... my hands are still shaking! I am one of the very few people who actually tend and nurture the plants and shrubs around my apartment. I keep it weeded, mulched, pruned, trimmed, watered... no one else does that.

Imagine, if you will, my abject HORROR when I come home today to see all my carefully tended shrubs hacked ruthlessly down to the stumps and my well groomed mondo grass buzzed with a dull weedeater that must've been manned by a blind man with how uneven it is. A -cow- could have chewed it down more evenly and left less mess!!

I spent over $100 in -SHADE- loving plants... where am I going to keep them now that there IS NO FUCKING SHADE????

I went up to the manager of the building and aired my complaint as kindly as I could, all the while wanting to peel the skin from his face with my bare fingers... he gives me this "who the hell cares" look and flatly says to me I can talk to the owner of the apartment, but he doubts the guy will care at all. He was given orders to cut everything back and that's what he did.

That arrogant little PRICK!! He's worked here as long as I've lived here. He -knows- I take care of my yard. He knows because he used to praise it all the time and said it'd be nice if more tennants did what I do. But that's back when he worked maintenance. He's become a real grade-A asshole since he became manager.

I swear, if I could drop everything and move out, I would. I've put up with people damaging and stealing my things... but the fucking manager himself coming in and destroying my things??? His weedeater broke the wall out of one of my flower pots... the bastards... the BASTARDS!!!!!

I swear, this is the very last year I bother. To hell with it! I'm so sick of trying to make a happy little place I can call my own only to have it stolen of and littered with other people's garbage and damaged and treated like shit. If no one else gives two shits and a fuck how THEIR apartment looks, why should I?

It only serves to break my heart year after miserable year....