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.

My feet are gone.

Seriously. They’re gone. I wore them down to bloody stubs last night.

Oh god. Words can not describe how insane work was last night. From the moment that I walked in the door and opened the super-secret gate-locky-latch to the pharmacy until the time I walked out at 9:09pm, people just would not stop coming to bother us. Everyone wanted to wait. Everyone wanted their stuff right now. No one gave a shit that we were backed up like mad because we were short one tech for the day, and no one batted an eyelash when we started quoting 30-40 minute wait times. I didn’t even get a lunch break, there was no possible way for me to leave. It was just insane.

Today I’m going to absolutely relish only being there for 5 hours. And tomorrow I’m going to enjoy sleeping until 9 with Eddie curled up beside me.

Another thing I’m going to seriously enjoy tonight? Hearing about off the drama going on with coworkers. The RPh on duty has an 18 year old son, and last week his 16 year old girlfriend’s mother called their house because there had been “an incident”. Apparently the girlfriend’s 10 year old sister walked in on the two of them in flagrante delicto, and so the kids and their parents are calling for some sort of interfamily pow-wow. However, the plot thickens: this isn’t the first time they’ve been caught; supposedly the RPh caught them at her house at one point earlier this year, either in her bed or in the shower (he’s been caught twice this year, with this girl and another one, but I’m not sure of the location of the last time they were caught). Aaaand, he doesn’t know he’s been caught twice before, and I don’t think that the girl’s parents know about it. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall during that conversation. I’m tempted to make a fake Myspace profile just to completely rag on the dude.

Still no idea what to do with my money. I’m thinking piercing and sex toys (after 5 years, one of mine just kicked the bucket), and maybe stashing some of the rest in the “New Apartment” can.

For now, I’m going to go eat some leftover chicken and shower and maybe take some pictures of my new clothes.

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