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Saturday was my Bossman's birthday, but we both had to work on a special event. I bought him Hostess cupcakes and sang Happy Birthday, loudly, off-key, and messing up most of the words, like I usually do (to prevent people from asking me to sing Happy Birthday).

I forgot his gift, though, so I brought it in today (he took yesterday off). I got him a tie flask, which actually looks kinda nice on him, plus he can fill it with booze.

He wasn't in his office, though, so I went into the back and found him in HIS boss's office, discussing the budget (we are about to experience major cutbacks). Bossman and Bosslady came out of the office (Bosslady greeted me with a hug), and Bossman said, "Should we send her back to Damon Campus?" To quote internet-sensation NO NO NO Cat, No no no no no no no! And Bosslady said, Sylandria (the help desk worker at Damon) leaving for a better job.

Oh.

See, last time I got transferred to Damon, it was an awful trick. I wasn't transferred to help out at their help desk, like I'd originally thought. That's why I got scared. But if Sylandria's leaving, that means I get to take over. I'd be over there, but at least I'd still be working for Bossman (best boss ever). Plus, as stated in the linked post, it's in walking distance from my home, and I could really use the exercise.

But then I realize... it's April Fool's Day. Did I get fooled? I guess I'll find out next week when I'm supposed to start over there.

(edit, 2 April: nope. Not a prank. Getting transferred next week).

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Audrey's Prayer - by Angelo Badalamenti (Twin Peaks sdtrk)

Last night, I had a big ball of stress pile on me. Not only was I stressed from my first day of getting transferred** at my job, but I had unintentionally slept the day away, and woke up to a sunken feeling, like my seasonal depression, but emphasis on the exhaustion.

And I'd been waiting all day on certain news. At 10pm, I was to get either an acceptance letter, or a rejection from Iron Spike, the editor of Smut Peddler (regarding my story proposal). 10pm came and went, so I re-checked what time she said. 10pm... CMT. I'm EST, and I thought she was, too. So I had to wait another hour, when I had been ready to go to bed at 9.

While waiting for the email to come in (still thinking it would at ten), I surfed through Instagram and saw my friend Mark had posted a very recognizable spot at one of my favourite pubs, The Old Toad. It was an empty bar stool, sitting at the door to the pub. Every regular of the Toad knew that stool. That's where Tony Gerardi sat to check IDs at night. And I knew what a photo of his empty bar stool meant. I don't remember under what circumstances he reached out to me on Facebook, but I'm glad he did. He was a funny guy and a great friend, and I'm glad I got the courage to introduce myself to him when I saw him in person at the pub (on an evening he wasn't even on door duty). I passed by the pub on my way home yesterday and thought of popping in. He wouldn't be there that early, but I thought of him, and I passed it up because I knew he wouldn't be there anyway. If I hadn't been across the street, I might have seen the sign in the window that read they were closed due to a loss in the Old Toad family. I don't know how it happened. I signed onto Facebook to go to his page. I left my condolences and searched around, hoping for an answer. He had a rare condition, but that's the only thing I picked up. I have no idea what this condition was, or if that's even how he died (probably, though). I tried to pass off my tears as just being over-exhausted, but I don't think I was fooling Charles. When I passed by on the way to work, I started to cry again, and now, at work, I've got to stop writing because I'm starting to tear up.

I got the email from Spike just after 11. Rejected. I'll still do it. I'll still work on the comic idea, but I was kind of hoping I'd have a shot. She got almost 400 submissions. I didn't stand a chance (though I must say, I saw a couple of the accepted artists, and I wasn't too impressed). My friend Kaylie didn't get in, either. I wonder if Ross made it (probably, since he's got an in, anyway). Oh well. I've just got to build up my comic portfolio. Work on some b&w stuff, work on solidifying my style... I'll get there someday. I still have one anthology I'm a shoe-in for: The Nightmare-themed MCC anthology, which is due tomorrow.

On the upside, I was still glowing from getting a text from Jayme, Voltaire's ex (who I didn't think I'd ever hear from again after the breakup, because it's usually one or the other when friends break up), I texted and twitter-convo'd a few people yesterday (JV, Ron, Tia), and I felt good realizing this is more of a life than what I had on Facebook. And I had a really nice tea date with Joanna after work :)

**Transferred
I got transferred at my job from the main campus to the downtown campus. The pros hugely outweighed the cons, but there was really only one con- I didn't want to leave the great people I worked with. I've been working with them for over 4 years, and I was the choice for transfer. I don't get it, honestly. But the pros: it's walking distance from work (takes exactly 29 minutes- half when I bus it in the winter), I get done at noon (8-12 shift weekdays), and it's 6 more hours a week. Not to mention, it's probably a good opportunity to get closer to being promoted to full-time.

I hope today is better.

Day 01 → Your favourite song
Day 02 → Your favourite movie
Day 03 → Your favourite television programme
Day 04 → Your favourite book
Day 05 → Your favourite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours

Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Since I've been ill (since the new year), I've kept myself busy by buying supplies from etsy.com and making Steampunk jewelry! And now that I've gotten the last of my supplies (that I've so far ordered), I'll be starting to make it Lolita compatible :)

I'm afraid my camera is no longer any good for taking photos of small things close up (even with the macro on), but here's most of what I've got so far:

I saw Brazil FINALLY. But I was doing chores while watching it, and I have a feeling that if you don't have your eyes glued to the movie, you won't completely get what's going on, and so, I didn't. I do want to see it again sometime. It reminded me of many things... 1984, V for Vendetta (1984-2), Logan's Run... And I swear, X-Men used that giant dome for their movies, too!

In other news, I'm going to Conn Renn Fair again this weekend. Only til Sunday this time. And then I'm done. I don't know if I want to do any more outdoor fairs that aren't local (Sorry Pele. Call me for local shows, call me for ghost-busting, call me if you want me to eat bugs or walk on stilts, but I haven't gotten much of a good vibe from camping so far).

In more other news, Milhouse sucks (there's probably only two people who know what I'm talking about here)! I'm spotting again. And it's come with cramps.

Unrelatedly, I got some Wallflower manga (I'm up to book 9), and the next novel I'm going to read is Everything Is Illuminated.

The end.

I went to be the booth bitch for Eliza at the Connecticut renn fair.

And you KNOW emo framed glasses are not authentically renaissance.

So I put in my contact lenses. My ten-year-old contact lenses. Cue Cthulu to come from the depths to slap me across the face with a tentacle. I am a moron.

The Eye Story:
First, everything was fine, but then things got foggy, and I thought, that's fine, foggy lenses, that'll go away. I just gotta rub the crap out of my eyes is all.

By the time Eliza gets me and we get to Pele's house, the world looks like Silent Hill.
Then, on the road, the pain starts in my left eye. So I took the contact out from that one and put on an eye patch, because the other eye was still fine (at which point I realize it's my eyes that are clouded over, not the contacts). Then, after finishing our meal at the rest stop, the other eye starts hurting, so we went into the car and took that one out, and I had a BITCH of a time getting it out and scratched my eye. Well, I've scratched my eye before, and I know the pain will go away in an hour or two.

At the very next rest stop, I'm in the bathroom with the saline that I've discovered expired in '02 trying to flush my eye because the pain is worse and I'm convinced there's something in there. The flush burns like a bad UTI and I just have to grab lots of napkins and hold them against my eye because it won't stop gushing tears.

By the time we get there, I can't keep the eye open, and as a result, I can't keep the other eye open either, because it hurts less when I only keep one eye closed- they both have to be closed. I'm crying in pain now, and stumbling in the dark because it's 1 in the morning and I'm trying to set up my bedding in the booth because there's no way I'm going to be pitching a tent. Eliza was my very spectacular guide. I felt really bad because I couldn't help her unload (well, I tried, but I kept bumping into things and shooting my hand out to avoid further bumpings, so I only had one hand to use). I was so afraid I'd have to go to the hospital because the pain was getting worse and worse and my eye was starting to swell.

I had a rather uncomfortable night. In the morning, the pain was still there, but not as bad. My eye was a little puffy, but I expected that. As morning became noon, the pain started coming back just as full-force as the previous night, and I couldn't look up, let alone into the daylight. The psychic in the next booth offered a spare scarf that I could see through, and I strapped it to my head and I was able to look into a little more light, which meant I could greet people and go get food.

The pain was still getting worse, and I needed to keep my eyes closed. I tried to meditate, but I was exhausted and was falling asleep. Then I had the idea to take a nap, but where? Aha! Under the table. It's covered in scarves anyway. Nobody will see me. So under I go, and I had a very nice nap, and along with the scarf, it helped greatly. I was feeling less and less pain, but feeling as much like there was something in my lid as ever (it was the scratch, there wasn't really anything in there). And I wasn't soaked in tears anymore.

The Rest:
After closing, we went to a Stone Soup pot luck dinner and ate tasty things. Then we later went to a scotch-tasting, bringing the Wicked Lab scotch I brought home (thanks Cliff), and some mead was thrown in there, as was some rum and vodka. Goodie! I ended up with someone else's scotch, and I remarkably found my bottle and we switched. There are many blank spots, and I've sworn off heavy doses of scotch from now on because Crimson was telling me things about what I was doing the night before... oh my... I do not remember that. Not to mention, I woke up still ferociously drunk. Got some Gatorade and oatmeal, came back, showered - sorta... cold water is not my friend- left my boots in the shower stall, set up the tent, battled the wind, and went back for my boots. Then I took a nap under the table again. Woke up with a horrid hangover, at which point I did the swearing off of scotch. Spent the day hung over, went to an after-hours shin-dig for a few moments, and went to sleep. The next day was spent sober, unhung, and doing my homework. And praising my eye for not hurting or being swollen anymore. Shoulda broken out the scotch earlier, eh?

Oh, and about that party night... when I woke up, I'd discovered that it had rained and a part of my bedding was soaked, and the cat pee smell I thought I'd washed out of Kelly's sleeping bag permeated the booth, my clothes, and the rest of my bedding. Wonderful.

Also, the Pirate Pickles booth is my favourite, and I think Eliza and I put their kids through college with our business. We probably had around ten pickes a day... each.

The end.

I went to a fetishy event called Wicked Labyrinth a couple weeks ago. Of all places, it was in New Jersey. I believed I expressed my initial disdain of going to this show then my retraction of said feelings. So I won't go into that again.

Amber and I drove down shootin' the shit and singing to lots of Meatloaf and Journey. Rock :)

We arrived a tad late and dropped off our things in the room (we stayed in a room, not a tent. Glorious days those were!), changed into proper attire, and went downstairs to join the others at the booth. I met Eliza (finally), Matt, and Cliff. And we all got along right pleasantly. I did some henna, Eliza did some henna, we hung around, walked around and ate.

At one point, a bargain was struck and Amber was sold to a fellow with two other girls for a bottle of smooth 10 year scotch, which I ended up bringing home and eventually devoured over the most recent weekend.

I pined over a certain pirate of the Caribbean of whom I captured no pictures :(

A party was held on the second floor and many pictures were taken and promised and never delivered, so there may be fun pictures of me out there somewhere, but there are only a few I can find and even fewer I will show due to courtesy of friends pages.

At this party, I got wasted on scotch and mead and wine and eventually passed out on the air mattress in our room, but before that there was more fawning over Captain Jack (I also got to hug him several times, and oh, flutter goes my heart just thinking of it). I talked to many people and we had a gay old time minus the butt-fucking.

I also met a rad web comic guy named Jamie who does a fun comic called In His Likeness and we talked for a while about how to get noticed on the web (because Charles and I have a comic we're almost ready to put up- but none of you know about that yet, do you?).

Much went on that night, and much was forgotten, or seemed more interesting while alcohol coursed through my veins. Anyway, the next day was filled with kicking the hangover and then I got this idea for something new to put on my chest... "wishing well." As quickly it was said, it was done, and Cliff took me around offering wishes to be granted (and many thanks to him, for I was far too shy to parade around alone). The rules were that they couldn't tell me their wish or it wouldn't come true, and my wishing senses tingled and sensed their wishes, and I granted them. Many people seemed to have wished for me to jump up and down, or bark like a dog, but I don't judge. Some of their wishes may have just been lost in translation.

Anyway, more fun was had. The only things I bought were from Erica Henderson who illustrated Baby's First Mythos (which was written by the man I understand to be her father). I also bought some stationary and a sheet of Li'l Cthulu stickers. I'm hoping to go back in February and get some more of her stuff as well as a corset. And to maybe grope me some hot Voltaire :)

An end.

PS: Oh yeah... pictures.

These are courtesy of Eliza and Matt:

This is me and my wishing well, and a henna piece I did on my shoulder.

Here's some tits (mine's the ones that are labeled for in case you didn't know what they were).

Here's my pride and joy design that just didn't sink into the skin :i

Okay, NOW the end.

Current Music: Mazohyst of Decadence - Dir En Grey - GAUZE

This may not be news, but I'd just like to say this as I've said it a million times before. THE ROCK CANNOT ACT!

Doom was closing at the dirt theater last night, so Charles took me to see it. By the time Charles wanted to leave (long after I wanted to leave), the movie had sucked me in. I was having a lot of fun making fun of it at every chance I could. Plus I wanted to see The Rock die. He kept looking at the camera and delivering his big one-liners in a way that made me want to stab pencils into my ears. It didn't help that the movie was in mono.

Charles was SO HAPPY when they actually had the videogame scene at the end. And the videogame end credits coupled with Nine Inch Nails (who are COMING TO ROCHESTER!!) and after that, we took off to Jay's for yummy tuna melt time.

And now I'm at work... my last day. Looks like they're going to be real cheap-asses and not hire me. Their loss. My supervisor was suppose to work on this book too, but hasn't. I'll bet he doesn't know how much he's gonna need me when I'm gone. My deal to him was to finish 2 more chapters then charge 30 bucks a chapter after that. I'm rating at $11 an hour, and chopping it down to ten for him. I was hoping he'd bite. I need a job!

Anyway, I have to get back to doing this dumb thing. But I'm not happy about it.

Thankfully, Charles's brother Jeff gave me (what? no, not herpes, you sick fuck!) KRAFTWERK's The Mix which I uploaded to my computer and haven't stopped listening to it. That makes me a very happy diello!

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Music Non Stop- Kraftwerk

Dream
I dreamed of Wonderland University and will be working on a full-length animation, starting with the scene where Alice fails to enroll into The Mad Hatter's Infinity 101 (010101010101...) class because her teacup won't fit into the room.

projects
Charles and I will be working on animations galore in the coming weeks as well as a RIT late night teusday radio show (so RITers should maybe stop by for a visit and say hi).

My computer has bit the (hopefully not too) big one. It once again needs to be shipped to apple for logic board repairs. Hopefully, I won't lose anything, but I risk it every time, you know. I put three new programs for music editing/mixing fun, and then it crashes. I did get a very good show in last week at the station, though.

Work
Also, good news!! I may have a spectacular internship for next semester (which starts next week). Charles has met someone who has a publishing business, and needs an intern for InDesign goodness. It's right up my freaking alley and I am hoping to get some stuff together by tomorrow or Friday to kinda interview.

Random
Anyway, massive shopping spree this weekend, too. Old Navy, Wallyworld, trifts, foods, and Borders borders borders... I spent waaaay more than I should have.

(site of the week: http://www.jounce.org Dan Tamberelli's band. You might know Danny as Little Pete from The Adventures of Pete and Pete)

Current Mood: oh, I'm on it now
Current Music: jounce

Well, canned is what I wanted and canned is what I got.

It's funny... yesterday, I went to Carol's to discuss my role in some upcoming shows she's doing, and she read my palms, and told me I'm coming upon my calling soon.

This morning, I was on my way to work, and I was talking to mum about hating my job (they don't give you anything to do there, and standing around really hurts my feet). And I said I wanted to find a better, more permanent job doing something I'd like better, or could tolerate...

And I went to work, noticed I wasn't on next week's schedule, got my paycheck, and then got fired.
Apparently, they didn't like how I called in sick yesterday to go to the doctor's.

Jude called in Wednesday, and I was feeling really sick, and was hoping for a little r & r, which I can get away with when I work with her. Instead, I got the manager's father, who was an 80 year old itallian guy. I was progressively getting sicker, so I was sitting down a lot to take in deep breaths and suddenly, my nose started bleeding!

Well, sitting down a lot in front of the manager's daddy (and getting caught taking a breather earlier, by the manager), mixed with me calling in sick 2 hours before my shift started, so I could go to the doctor's, made them come out and say that I was too lazy. And they fired me.

I came home Wednesday night, and blacked out. My nose bled again, and I was about to vomit. I went to bed, woke up still very dizzy, called in, and then called the doctor. I went in to see the doctor, and got my fingers pricked, and peed in a cup. Then the doc took one look at me and said "My god, you look so dry!!!"

So there we have our diagnosis. I was very dehydrated. So I payed 15 bucks, made an appointment for a full-physical (I'm due for one anyway), went to Sam's, went to Carol's and went home.

OH ANYWAY, AFTER GETTING CANNED, I went right over to Walden Books and I think I found the calling of fate. They're hiring for a full-time key-holder! I am excited! Unfortunately, this was the one day I didn't bring my application information with me, so I had to take the app home.

And now... pancakes.

Current Mood: canned
Current Music: deep 6 in my head

Top Five Things to Piss Off your Costume Shop Employers (x-posted):

5. Don't just laugh or giggle, but scream across the whole store.

4. Drop your kids off here while you go shopping elsewhere in the mall. We are after all, a babysitting service.

3. Test out the whips on other customers and get nasty with the whips in front of children.

2. The floor is a perfectly acceptable shelf.

1. And under no circumstances should you EVER put anything back where it belongs.

(runner up: ignore the GIANT sign that says "all sales final:)

Saturday the 14th. Captain's log:

Job: ( If you wanna read about my first day, go ahead )

Party (the random clubs): I get back to Sam's after work and she's just woken up (mind you, it's about 7:30, 8p by now) and the duchess hasn't even peed yet (for those who don't know, the duchess is the dog). So I let her out and my feet are aching. Well, while I'm trying to make them feel better, I suggest we party for the holiday (friday the 13th, of course). So we make plans with her friend Katie (whom I haven't met before this point) and she shows up and we all get ready for Vertex.

Vertex is DEAD! There weren't too many more than ten people there! Brian was the only one I hung out with, but he was all hung up on this other girl tonight, so no booty call. So after our drink we leave for Muthers.

Muthers was PACKED! They were at full capacity that we had to wait for people to leave before we could go in. We went in, went to the deck area, stood for a while, tried to get a girl's number for Katie (a girl who turned out to be not available anyway), had a couple drinks and left for RJ's.

RJ's was deader than vertex. We had a drink, Katie ate some flowers that Sam bought for her, we rated some chicks, and then went over to Keys.

Keys was closed, but Dave works security there, so we hung out for a while. I saw Big Rob working there, too. Haven't seen him since my rocky days (actually, since this one party at Jay's house, I think). Dave and Sam thought it would be funny to try and watch this guy Drew drool all over me, and watch me crush-him-like-bug. Didn't go that far, since I was talking to Rob instead, hahaha.

Got a bunch of really fun pictures that will be appearing next week sometime, so keep an eye out.

I'm off like a prom dress!

Current Mood: high
Current Music: Sigur Ros..........................Vaka

new picture. ( bathing in luscious glory )
And you never called, Mister!!

Current Music: None of them knew they were robots, by Mr. Bungle

fairly new picture:
oh, and I updated my webpage.

Current Music: squirrel nut zippers

( I have no idea why mom hates my new piece )

This is strangely appropriate, as just about every chika on my friends list is bleeding out their snatch :)

So you know what's great about my job aside from EVERYTHING!?!

Yesterday, my boss was putting in new shelves in the kitchen, and just out of the blue while he was drilling into the wall, he said "BEAR DRIVING CAR, HOW CAN THAT BE???" And then today we spent about 2 hours looking at bad-candy.com.

I love my job!

my pee still smells really fucking strong like rum :)
I love having rum/whiskey flavored coffee at work <3

Nothing new here. I'm neglecting my friends page. Sorry about that. I'll be better soon.

My boss rocks the casba. I work from 11-4 Thursdays fridays saturdays. I worked for an hour at the bookstore today. She's gonna hire me for 6 bucks an hour. I'm looking forward to this :)

I love my job.

I'm in the middle of three books now. Choke, You Don't Know Me, and The Brimstone Journals
They're all pretty good.

Aparently, Jon finds it more attractive that I have a job! Go me! That makes recent possibilities of dismal so damn okay! I'm using a lot of exclamation points! Why?! Because! Exclamation Point is the highest peak in america!

So this job is it's own small world.

Small world #1
The boss, James, knows EVERYBODY in town who comes in. His fiancee, Beth, owns the bookstore next door to the cafe to which I informed her of my 3 years of bookstore experience and it's my dream job and all that. James and Beth will be discussing my schedule in the near future (in about a month or so).

Small world #2
I served this one guy Chili this morning. After I got home, mum told me that guy was an old friend of the family's. I haven't seen him in well over 10 years.

Small world #3
Mum also informed me that My Uncle Frank knows Beth, and also James by default. He said he'd put in a good word for me :)

Small world #4
I found out that the Writers Guild is held at Phoenix Cafe on Teusdays. I've always wanted to do this :) I'm going this teusday with paper, my mac and oh I'm so excited (yeah, if I get the bookstore job, who's gonna bet they'll never see me again?)

Jon got his samurai pants today. He's a happy clam. They look really good and are comfortable. He got his first retarded comment too. In the elevator on the way back from Wendy's (mind you, this elevator is so small it can't comfortably hold 10 people), some guy behind us leaned over to his friend and said "that guy's wearing a dress" to which Jon turned around and said "it's not a dress" and the guy's brain fell out and he said "I said my hair's a mess!"

Fucker. As

locopuff would say... FEH.

Current Music: The Amazing Johnathan

I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB! I GOT A JOB!

I start friday at Phoenix Cafe. 11am :)

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Love is a Fist by Mr Bungle.

After a jolly day of job hunting with Sam, I now have macaroni and soup-in-a-cup stuck to my dashboard. Applied to Michaels, Barnes and Noble, Wegmans, I applied to Bath and Body Works, and she applied to Bed Bath and Beyond. The first place we went to was Lusty Life, a porn store on Lake Ave, which wasn't open. So I went to, through and amidst the scary part of town, but I found out that's where Sam use to live. She and Beanie use to go on midnight walks around there (this was back when Beanie came up with her famous phrase "SUCK YOUR OWN DICK!" I forgot how much fun I have with Sam. And I forgot how much she is like Zabrina. I miss my Beanie.

Anyway, I hope I get the bookstore job. CRAPOLA! Sam wrote the wrong phone number on all her apps. Which means the apps I put her down as a reference have the wrong numbers too. At least I have Beanie down. Then we went back to her house. I saw Dave and Wanda. Wanda's little hellraiser is raising some fucked up legal hell by lying to social services whenever she gets mad at her. I fucking hate that shit. I also saw little Harley, Dave's baby. I remember when she was just born and she was a beautiful baby :D She coming along very beautifully. She is so adorable! And she's still got Dave's eyes *glee* Aparently, she's all shy around strangers. I hadn't seen her in over a year so she's 2 or 3 now. But I think she remembered me. She came right up to me and started 'talking' to me. AAAAWWWWW!!! :)

Okay, I'm done.

Current Mood: drained
Current Music: Aint she sweet

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Happy Friday the 13th everyone!!!

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