Saturday, October First!!!!

Two kegs, (to start) a band, a whole lotta people... and a super-awesome birthday girl!!! So, this Sunday, I'll be twenty-four years old. I am having a party at my good friend's house. (The Captain of Underpants) It's gonna be big. It's gonna be great. It better be, at least! I'm sosososososoosoos excited! Tomorrow after work, I'm gona go over there and clean up the place with him and a couple of people. I am sosososososossoso excited!! Even for the clean-up!! What the fuck?!?! Who the fuck gets excited about cleaning up a trashed house?!?! Oh, me. I'm gonna hang up a bunch of hilarious things I have for decoration. I have this sign from New York, (From this bar I worked at-- Hender's Bowl)They mispelled "bowl"-- they put "bowel"-- So it's funny. Right? It's funny, damn it!!! Anyway.... I have to look for funny things--- I'm gonnna go do that. Have a great day!!!! Love you all!! ----drd----

The peace, The quiet, The beer...

Don't tell Daddy... I stole a beer. I might steal two. Daddy brews beer at home. Damn fine beer, if I may say so myself. He doesn't really care if I take some, though, does that count as stealing? Whatever...

So I got home from work this evening, and immediately afterward, everyone left!!! I have the whole house to myself! I got into some comfortable shorts, turned off the TV, and turned on the radio. I really love music. I really hate TV. I really like that everyone is the eff out of here, too! Why am I sitting at the computer when I could be enjoying this whole house?!?!

The peace, The quiet, The beer!!!!!

Oops, I crapped my pants...

Other than the thirty year old dude named Captain Underpants, does anybody remember that skit? It was on Saturday Night Live, back in the good old days. Not the good old days that I am too young to remember, but the ones I was around for... Yet another uninteresting question asked by the queen of nerd. Man, I need friends...

So, started off this week on a good note; Not that my team won yesterday, or even bothered showing up for the game... those mother fuckers... worthless...
The new director at the day care is really stepping up, and getting shit straight. It looks like everything will be getting a whole lot easier. This lady is awesome. She's my new favorite person. My birthday is in twelve and a half days. How freaking exciting!!! I'm gonna be almost half a half a century!! Kelli was thinking Mexico... I'm thinking Chuck E. Cheese! (it's where a kid can be a kid, you know...) I had my eighteenth birthday party there, it's my favorite place in the world... and they have beer!!!! I saw these particular shoes in a magazine that Kelli had in her truck. They are super-bad. I saw them at the mall last weekend, and they were seventy five dollars. So, I thought I would ask mom and/or dad to get them for me. Sounds reasonable, right? I found them on the website for that store, for sixty five bucks, I really hope they're the same ones. Is that ridiculous that I can't even remember? I'm a one-pair-of-shoes type of gal, so they really have to be perfect. Does the interesting girl have anything else interesting to say? If this is a question you're asking yourself right now, don't count on an answer that will strike your interest.
I get paid tomorrow. Kelli gets a paycheck for $7,900, and is going to lend me $300 to pay off my suspended license ticket!!! Things are really starting to look up for this little girl. I'm doing pretty damn well for myself! Except for the whole living with my parents thing... damn. Well, I have to get off the computer so my little sister can get on. In this house, we have our priorities... You'll just have to deal with it.

Phew!!! One hour, and I'm beat!!!

Yeah, so I woke up this morning not knowing what the eff time I was supposed to be in. I've had to be there at six, two days this week, and wasn't sure if I was supposed to be doing the same thing today. I woke up at five, so I could call and ask when somebody got there at five thirty, but was too tired to care, so I just decided I was going in at my "normal" 7:30. All week, I have been getting my break at ridiculous hours: 9:30-10:00 to 11:30-12. The number of kids that early, makes it easier to do that. How about we think about your hardest working employee, and what might help her to do her job more efficiently. When I get a break that early, and then have to go in for a whole day, it really wears on my patience. Yesterday, I had the worst afternoon I have ever had in my whole entire life. We are ridiculously understaffed, we are undergoing a director change, (which hopefully, soon, should make things a whole lot better...) there is a new lady who doesn't even really watch the kids; I think she's on drugs, or something-- she's in the two's room, letting them run wild. Yesterday, one of the little boys had acquired a bruise, and small goose egg on his forehead under her care, and when I asked her what had happened, she had no idea. They still haven't given me my room, if they decide to do it this time, it seems I can consider myself their last resort. Do I look like I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing?!?! Well, maybe it does look that way, but when you see me with these children you would have no doubt in your mind that I am the best caregiver in that whole center. Whatever.

I rode my bike to Kelli's last night. That was a good ride. There is this foot-bridge over the freeway, that I thought would be a great workout for me. The weather is starting to chill out. It has been so nice out. Have you ever noticed that girls don't really ever have anything interesting to say? I have. This one time... I was riding my bike, and I saw a blue car!!! And then the car turned right, and then it ran over a stick. Then I saw it pull into a driveway. I don't know if that person lived there, or what, but he pulled right in!! Man, that was cool.

I don't like being off this early. I am wearing down. I almost want to take a nap, but that will only make things worse for me. These people keep scheduling me in the fours room. I CAN NOT handle the fours. They are nucking futs. None of them listen. I had to be in there for four and a half hours the other day. I thought I was going to cry. There is nothing I can say or do to those kids to make them listen. I am growing to hate my job. Waking up in the morning is becoming impossible, because I know I am just going to be shit on all day, and I will be in random rooms, which gives the children no sense of routine. I'm getting off of this thing now.

Will you please vomit on me?!?!?!

I don't know if i told you guys about that. Some little cry sack at my work was freaking out for --- well, all day long. When her mom dropped her off, she was not "havin it." She was screaming, kicking, flailing, hitting me, yada yada yada... I took it all, like i'm paid to do. She was keeping it up just as bad, whether you were holding her or not, for --well, like i said, all day... I knew she would eventually make herself sick. Well guess who's front she puked down?!!!! That little shit. I seriously had to hold back my own urges, and help out this little girl as best i could. I either was going to puke myself, or punch her. (hahaha... i'm kidding, don't call social services!!) Yeah.... that was my interesting story.

Yesterday I worked from 6 am to 6 pm. one hour break. Tomorrow i work from six am to six pm. Who knows what my break will be like tomorrow?! Lame. I'm hurtin. Especially because Sunday night, Kelli and I went to this little dive bar so she could sing karaoke. We stayed there til midnight. I ran into an old friend from a few years back. We got shitfaced. Last night was the "Captain's"(short for Captain Underpants; no, seriously.) birthday. I took him to Outback Steakhouse (my favorite...) and then we went to Chuy's to watch the rest of the game. Kelli and Aaron went with us to eat, and then Kelli came to Chuy's with us. After that we went to the bar next door to Chuy's, Baseline pub-- my old favorite hangout-- We played some darts, some pool, and drank until 11:45. I'm not as tired today, but I am not going to even think about moving from my room this evening!! It will be hump day tomorrow, though... I will make it through.

So there's what's on my plate. Help yourself, or be gone. The Detroit Lions are Super Bowl Champs!!!

Let's hear some more shit about the FUDGE PACKERS!!!!

So, did you guys see the game today!?!?! (oh i guess it was yesterday...) The fucking Detroit Lions kicked some fucking ass!!! And afterward, the guy that owed me money on the game, bitched out, and went home to take a nap. He tried to say that he went home to get the money, and "realized he was tired..." or some crap... What a fucking bitch!!! He just got mad that his team lost, and pussed out!! I was pretty irritated, cause if it were me, I would have had somebody drive me to my parents house to get the money, immediately! (little bitch..)

Whatever, I'm not going to go off all night about some woman who's team lost tonight. It's fifty bucks; pay up sucka!!! And don't any of you believe any of the comments that are left on here by a "Captain"--- or as I like to call him, "Captain of losing." good night...


THE DETROIT LIONS FUCKING KICKED ASS!!!!!
GREEN BAY SUCKS COCK ON THE SIDELINES!!!!

Happy anniversary Moms & Pops!!!

Okay, I got that out. I actually got out of work early today!!! For no good reason, though. I feel like crap. I guess that's a pretty good reason to leave work, but how will I take advantage of my time if I'm not well?! Damn it!!!

I think Kelli and I are going shopping today. I know we are, actually. We're going to get clothes for me to dress up like a girl in. She wants to do my hair, too. I'm scared. I should probably take a shower before I go. Maybe that will make me feel a little bit better. On second thought, maybe I won't. I don't feel like it. hmph, problem solved. Kelli says I deserve to go buy myself something fun. I have been working so damn much. Not working Monday, and having a two hour break today, and getting off three hours early today, still left me with 82 hours for my next paycheck. Yip-fucking-ee!!!! Uncle Sam is bending me over, though. That ass fucker. He must be Jewish. (no offense to those who are; if you can't laugh at yourself, you should be a mute.) -- (no offense to those who are mute..... oh, forget it!!)

So, how are things in the lives of my glorious audience? Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question. You see, I don't really care! All I care about is me, me, ME!!! That's a big fat lie, too. I think I might be a chronic liar. At least, that's what my friend, Tom Hanks says. We grew up together. He's moderately successful. I think I make a little bit more than him, though. I try not to rub it in his face.

My mother loves Doctor Phil. I hate him. What an obnoxious son of a bitch! My birthday is coming up soon. I can't believe I will be twenty-four!!! Oh, yeah, and the "gentleman" who comments on my shits, "Captain"... (he's my good friend)... His birthday is on the twelfth of this month. This Monday!! He will be THIRTY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAOLDFART!!HAHAHA Well, I guess I'm gonna go lounge around, and be lazy and worthless. Thanks for reading!! Have a great night!---------drd--------

Hey, check out the time this was written....... hahahaha...... STONERS!!!

PREPARE YOURSELVES......

Have you all, any idea what we are in store for?!?! There is just one day left. One friggin day!! I am so excited!!! You should be, too. Thursday, September eighth, two thousand five... At eight o'clock eastern time........... The most joyous thing ALL YEAR will take place............................................................................ You guessed it!!! THE NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE SEASON KICKOFF!!!!!!! Praise Allah!!!! I have not been this happy, or excited for anything, in -- well, since last year... at the National Football League season kickoff.

I am on lunch right now.... I have little time left, and no smokes, so that leaves me even less time for blogging. Stop bothering me!!! Go anticipate the upcoming National Football League season. If you choose to leave a comment, please include your team....this will affect whether i speak to you in the future, or not.