A Little About Me...

I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

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I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me.

I can’t sleep, so I may as well update this thing.

Work’s been boring. It’s slower than shit this month - “back to school” rush is long over, and the holiday sales won’t be in full swing for another week or so. I’ve yet to see the asshole who called me a deceptive liar last week, not that I’m excited at the prospect of dealing with him again. My new boss requires that we leave her voice mail messages when we arrive/leave, which is annoying because I much prefer emailing over leaving some pointless message twice a day.

Skittles is going to the emergency vet on Thursday (when the ferret doctor is there). He’s got a nasty scabby thing on his side where he’s been chewing at himself for some reason, and it’s making me worried, as is his sneezing. I’m worried that we’re not going to have enough money to get him treated properly and that they’re going to think we’re terrible owners for not taking him in sooner. Visions of a vet tech saying “Aren’t you the girl who called in last week wanting to bring him in? Why didn’t you bring him in then?” are running through my head.

I dyed my hair brown over the weekend. It looks… different. It just doesn’t seem very “me”. Eddie redyed his back to his normal color, and he looks as handsome as always, but I just lose something with this color. It reminds me exactly why I started dying it in the first place - mousey brown just doesn’t do anything for me. Oh, and I’m coughing like crazy tonight. Gotta love stress-related coughs: I’ve come to the conclusion that the more worked up I get, the worse the cough gets. Too much shit building on the brain right now, nowhere to put it all, and it’s annoying as hell.

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One Response to “Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me.”

  1. Gravatar IconSteve Says:

    My ferret is doing the exact same thing, what did it turn out to be? please e-mail me so i can know what to look fwd to.. i cant take him in till friday :(

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