it's cold.

i hate daylight savings.

i woke up thinking it was 7:30... it was 6:30. fuckers!

i have to work today.

usually that would annoy me.

but it doesn't.

the bridge from staten island to long island is closed for the marathon today, so nida came up to me last week all "i know how much you hate mondays, so you work my sunday, i'll work your monday?" if the girl wasn't so sick and i wasn't afraid i'd snap one of her bones i would have tackle hugged her.

working the same hours, but sundays are dead. so it'll be like eight hours of online shopping/magazine reading with a few rx's filled in between.

YABOS!

house was full of win. and i know i'm not the only one that's seeing how the writing and shit is pretty much all but saying the two of them are fucking. there should be an episodes solely based on how many times the two of them have met up after work, or after some arguing scene. cause yanno they're straight up knockin' boots.

my computer is still dying. and now my tv is as well. i mean really, i can understand things dying on me here and there, but computer and tv at the same time? that's like catastrophic. if my phone starts going (i so jinxed myself there) i'm just going to kill myself and get it over with.

no. i won't. but point made.

i'm soooo behind on tv this week. i've slept through like all shows. house is the only one i watched, and i watched that wednesday morning before work. blah. tomorrow imma just be lazy and catch up on some tv.

it's cold. like really cold. and i really do think nida was right about her thinking i'm anemic. cause seriously, cold weather has never made me cold, and lately, anything below 65 has me freezing. wtf? i should just get some iron tabs from work, but that means taking meds, and we all know i only take meds if it's for recreational use.

speaking of...

i got a script for xanax. yay me.

i'm hooked on muse again. i've adored them for some time, but it's all i've been listening to lately. muse and a little massive attack too.

yesterday we went to the pet store to get some toys for the doggies... i wandered off to the cat area and landed up spending like an hour in the cat room playing with this beautiful cat and talking to the lady that runs that area. it made me miss having cats. i love them, but fuck you allergies for making it near impossible for me to live with them. i so would have taken this cat home. white face with a silvery-gray v starting on her forehead and working it's way back. seriously pretty cat and oh so friendly.

YABOS!

i'm never going to get sick of that word.

i wish i was rich, just so i could travel around doing nothing but taking pictures. i hate when everyone asks what i want to do with my life, and when giving that as a response they laugh or say "good luck with that." and people wonder why i have such a lack of motivation in my life. i think as much as i love it here in new york, i've gotten to the point where i really want to be anywhere but here. this will always be home to me, but i need a change, it's really sad to say, but i'm just sick of it here. why can't i be like poor and living in the countryside off in europe or something instead of poor and living here? fuck minimum wage, and fuck new york for being so fucking expensive to live in.

oh well, i'll just keep looking at my art books while drooling over the thought of being anywhere but here.

mmmm... bernini...

wow, so i was wrong, slacked off after just one day, ha! no, yesterday soooo doesn't count. woke up, went to work, felt like i was dying, left early, came home, slept, woke up for house, then slept more. on and off got around fifteen hours of sleep.

i still feel like shit.

mir's wise advice of the day: don't get sick!

ha!

i did get a lot of amusement out of how many people baby me when i'm sick. i had customers trying to hug me and pet me and coo at me. even the ones that are usually assholes were being nice to me. see, it pays to be nice to customers, and a nasty bitch to everyone else. i'm loved, those i work with are not! ehehe! i was really being mean to keith, i'd feel bad if not for the fact that he's like an annoying seven year old that pokes and prods at you constantly (he'll say the same about me, it's why we get along). at one point there were three keiths in the place, and i was like "i can barely contain my excitement over this, i think i might not be able to handle it." in a robot voice, then he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, i gave him the dirty look and went "you're touching me. let's stop that game" it had us all laughing.

but yeah, despite a few fun moments, overall, working when sick blows.

house... yanno.. last night's episode was pretty weird, but not weird enough to mask the suckiness vibe i got from it. i dunno. i loved the old man, he needs to be like house's personal assistant. i wasn't hating cameron all that much which confused the shit outta me. i like thirteen just because she's pretty. cut throat bitch, loved her last week, not so much this week. more cuddy, more wilson, and really, let's get some huddy action STAT!

i want cold weather, no more of this half and half, kinda sorta, maybe on the cool side shit. it's the end of october, give me my fuckin' sweater weather so i can rock my sexay sweaters!

i think that's all i have to say for now. mookie's sitting next to me, staring at the screen, each time my im box flashes she growls at it. silly dog!

one day i will have a journal that won't be neglected. i tried figuring out why i land up neglecting journals. i think it's simply because at times, i don't want to think about the thoughts floating through my head, and typing them out pretty makes forces a person to do so.

maybe i'm just lazy...

i spent the weekend being sick, and i got my period on top of it. really, i feel delightful.

i hold grudges for a long time. i despised my third grade teacher. i'm almost twenty-five, and when the old hag came into the store today i went right into super-mega-uber-bitch mode. when she started spelling her name i got so snotty...

old hag: r-o-u-n...
me: yanno, thirteen years in the malverne school distract did teach me how to spell, and if i didn't, it would be saying you're a terrible teacher considering i was one of your students.

she went all wide eyed and took about ten minutes trying to remember who the fuck i was, when it finally dawned on her i swear i could see the hag stiffen and the hairs on her neck rise. it made me really happy to be all dismissive when she tried to reminisce. i just shut her down like "uh huh, yea, right, sign here there's patients behind you that are waiting, and this ain't social hour at the tea room."

seriously kids, working in small town privately owned places with ball-less bosses FTW!

i've been really satisfied and pleasantly impressed with the new season of television so far. mad props to fox for putting bones on before house, it makes me happy. and while i love house, sry2say, wednesday night is my favorite tv night. abc baby, come on, pushing daisies, private practice, and dirty sexy money, such love for that lineup.

my goal is to update this thing at least once a day this week, maybe more... i give it a day and a half hahahaha!

the mir saith, so it shall be.

one of the things i love the most about weeds is the music they use in episodes. dresden doll's girl anachronism. damn good song. much love!

i have to go in to work tonight.

5-9.

i really dun wanna.

le sigh.

i need jerry to come blow up my job, yeah, that would be cool.

aight so it's been an interesting weekend.

and by interesting weekend i mean friday rocked, and i pretty much slept the other days away.

so, yes, friday. i no longer work fridays, my schedule used to be as follows:

mon 9-5
tues 9-5
wed 9-5
thurs --
fri 9-1
sat --
sun --

yeah, totes changed that. so now it's:

mon 9-5
tues 9-5/every other week 1-9 (funny story on that in a bit)
wed 9-5
thurs 9-1
fri --
sat --
sun --

yeehaw for three day weekends. booooo on my douchebag of a boss not paying me on thursdays thus making it so i HAVE to show up on friday to get my check. i warned him i'd be very obnoxious if i had to show up on my own time. and so, i was. i went in there at like twenty after twelve, beeped his ass and asked for my check. he tried to pull the "i haven't even started payroll" bullshit. "that's nice, start it now with my check, then beth's 'cause she's here too." he tried to get all come back later, until i launched into the "dude i got bills to pay and things to do" response. for someone who hated even started payroll sure took him little to know time to cut that check.

next was a stop home to get me some pot. luckily that was only a ten minute wait, yay for speedy dealers. then another half hour was wasted figuring out what movies were playing in which theaters, printing directions, and looking for my wallet (right in front of my damn face). then it was time to head off to the movies.

now for anyone that knows me, that's like "whoa!" 'cause i despise going to the movies. i tend to yell at people for being annoying, talking on phones, not shutting their kids up, and pretty much anything else that's a pet peeve. so, beth hates parkways and highways, but she luckily has faith in my navigational skills so we got there pretty quick and supah easily. she was so proud. then came the mission of finding food, which lead to us getting a lil "lost." or as i called it "no, beth, we're not lost, we just went the wrong way and now we're going to double back. have no fear, roads like connect to each other and everything leads to someplace." really, i'm sure that helped a good deal...

but...

we got thurr!

got in line...

there was this woman in front of us who was talking to the peeps she was with, they already had their tickets and were past the doors waiting. so like, she made some comment to them, it wasn't even like she was complaining or anything. and outta nowhere this skinny ass bitch in front of her turns around and is all "you know, if you're in such a rush there's machines you can buy your tickets from." the woman was all "yeah, thanks, not in a rush, and i was talking to people i'm with, NOT YOU." which lead to beth and myself cracking up with a mighty mighty "OH SNAP!" so we spent the next ten minutes making fun of the nosy bitch with the woman in front of us. turns out, the nosy bitch wasn't even there to buy a ticket she was like "i want to know if such and such movie will be playing here on a saturday in two weeks." wtf, bitch, call in two weeks. whore. she gave the woman a dirty look on her way out, so we made fun of her botched nose job. good times.

so we got our tickets -- WHICH WERE FREEEE!!!! (and really the only reason why one would find mim in a theater)christmas time we get free movie passes from out generic supplier at work. wooohooo. mad props to genetco! we say superbad... it was sooooo funny... MCLOVIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! CHIKA CHIKA YEA YEAAAAAAAA! seriously, fuckin' loved it! also loved that there were only like ten people in the theater. for a while it was just beth and me, we were all "I OWN THIS THEATER, BITCHES!" till people showed then we were all "awww, boo." but yeah. the movie was greatness. i laughed a lot.

then beth had to poop. which made me laugh. so we're in the bathroom, and she's trying to go, i'm standing at the sink making farting sounds with the back of my hand and she's damn near crying "i hate you so much i can't go when i'm laughing!!!" then people kept walking in, and apparently beth won't poop with people around. yeah, fuck that. if i gotta go, i dun care if the queen of fuckin' england is in there. so we're walking towards the exit looking at all the video games and shit. there was one of the claw games filled with rubber ducks. it was like a dollar, play until you win. so i told beth to try and win me a brown one so i'll never forget the funniness that is the "can't poop in the public bathroom with people around" story. so she did. and i named it "dookie the duck." then i went and won her one. i got her this red devil duck, because, well, i'm apparently the anti-christ. she named it "mclovin."

then we headed back home, got some italian ices, and that was my friday.

i laughed so much, we seriously can't wait till christmas and more free movie passes. cause really, i'm not dropping almost ELEVEN DOLLARS to see a movie when the dvd will only cost 15-25 when it comes out. fuck that. i like pause buttons. that way i'm not holding my piss waiting for a two hour movie to end so i dun miss anything. plus is someone talks while i'm watching a dvd, chances are it's someone i know, so i can throw something at them and not get kicked out. can't say the same for movie theaters.

saturday i slept a lot. same goes for sunday. i blame my monthly visit from aunt flo. fuck you, whore. i hate you. i need to bring a shit load of chocolate home from work.

chocolate, motrin 800s, and thermacare heating pads = love.

all caught up on weeds and californication. i really didn't expect to like californication. after the first episode i figured the show would pretty much be nothing but fucking, and while i won't complain about ass shots of duchovny, i liek a bit of substance to a show. then i watched the next three episodes. hands down, my favorite is when he steals the dog. it turns out, it's a damn good show. i like a lot. as for weeds... andy still cracks me up, celia is still love, doug, oh doug, i'd like to have doug for an uncle. as for nancy, mary louise parker is such such such fucking love. i love her lil' spazzy neurotic moments, she's just so cute.

in my fandom collision of a mind, i think nancy's dead husband would be like cuddy's cousin, and that would make for fun filled mashing of fandoms. yes, one day it'll happen, even if it means having to threaten the writers/producers/directors/creators of each show. it'll happen.

ALMOST TWO WEEKS UNTIL HOUSE STARTS!

which brings me back to my funny story about working every other tuesday until nine... i was in the middle of barnes & nobles, pretty much molesting the season three dvds for house when beth goes "heeeey miiiiims.... they haven't like... switched house's time slot have they...?" with an awkward laugh that i've come to know and adore as the "i need a favor" laugh. so i simply gave her the death stare and went "what do you want?" she nervously explained that she's got a class every other tuesday night and therefore won't be able to work her shift at night. i shrugged and went "yeah sure." which apparently shocked the shit outta her (and co-workers when they later found out). it's no big deal to me. means i get to sleep in late, and when i get home, i can fast forward through all the commercial breaks. win/win situation for me. when later asked how she got me to agree i got all quiet and had cheryl lean in like i was going to share some big secret, then went "she asked." so when ceryl went to ask i cut her off "no." it made me giggle.

i'd like to end this post with my thoughts on ms. spears' performance last night. i felt like i was watching a drunk/high stripper moving around in slow-mo. it was just so awkward and bad. i mean, dude, so bad, that like, i couldn't even laugh... until it was done. it wasn't a train wreck, it was just bad. i think if it was a complete catasrophy people would have at least been impressed by the "holy shit"-ness of it all, but nope. it just sucked. bad lip synching, bad "dancing" (i'm more inclined to just call it stepping around) and the poor girl just looked so damn awkward up there.

poor thing.

i'm laughing just thinking back on it. my favorite part... all the "wtf" faces in the audience. even they couldn't mask the "this is painful" faces they had plastered on. good times.

it's britney, bitch!

yesterday blew. from what i've heard, this was widespread all around. just suckage left and right for everyone.

i'm not gonna go into it, too long, and i really don't care all that much about the situation.

what pisses me off is when people try to drag me into situations that have nothing to do with me.

i'll be a listening ear, but don't try getting me to play spy, and defend a person when really, they're in the wrong.

i also hate that you give people an inch, they take a mile.

same person, they told me they'd been feeling suicidal. now, while this co-worker tends to annoy me when i have to work with her, as a person, she's nice. so i feel bad, and offer my ear if she ever feels that way again, because i dun wanna hear about someone killing themself.

that being said, don't try to call me to bitch about the boss and main pharmacist. if getting chewed out makes you that upset, and is so hard to handle, here's a hint...

DON'T BE LATE EVERY FUCKING SHIFT YOU WORK!

maybe i'm stupid, but i know if someone has it out for me, imma be on time, and do what i'm paid to do so that person doesn't have a reason to bitch me out.

silly me for using common sense. apparently not everyone agrees with the logic approach.

whatever.

it rains on my parade. cause things are great for me at that place. the douche bag of a boss has been real nice to me lately. i stayed a half hour [ast my shift yesterday, helped beth work the line the whole time and he was like "put yourself on for the extra time" which damn near floored me. the man is so cheap, he despises dishing out extra, and he's telling me to do it? i was all "....really????"

meh.

today's gonna be dead until school ends.

then it's gonna be crazy.

i hate that we sell school supplies. i hate that instead of paying upfront they bring all their shit to me. i hate dealing with the back-to-school moms... really, they're too damn frazzled. they wear on my nerves.

and i soooo dun wanna work today at all.

i need to bring something entertaining to work with me... but i dunno what, demmit!

it's 8:32 in the morning, and i'm getting dressed/dancing around to britney spear's leaked new tracks...

i feel so dirty...

dear lord. this has to be a sign of the forth coming apocalypse.

okay... so... last night...

waaaaaaaaaay interesting...

i'll get back to that, first, this week has been great.

at work, sue's was gone the whole week, on vacation, and i didn't work a single day with harrison. everyone got along, we had FUN... dude... i even worked TWELVE hours yesterday... and for anyone that knows my usual schedule (which is so changing soon), fridays are usually my four hours day, not fuckin' twelve. really doesn't matter how i got suckered into it, it was still a fun as fuck day/night for work. we were cracking a ton of jokes, none of the usual assholes were coming in, only cool fuckin' customers. i was digging it, oh, and i had chocolate covered strawburries to boot!

sue needs to go on vacation a helluva lot more. seriously, like really.

last night...

so i wanted to hang with my boy nappy since i hadn't seen him in a while, and my guy was being a dick and not calling back, so i needed one of napp's connections. beth was with her sister, so my mom -- knowing i was upset about not seeing nappy -- was all "i'll pick him up."

nice offer right?

yeah...

one hitch...

we needed to pick up some happy greens. which i promptly told her...

"okay, that works!"
"........."

sometimes it freaks me out how cool my mom can be.

needless to say it was amusing. my father wanted to go, and she was all "sure" and i'm all "uhhhhhh noooooooooo" 'cause while the father is fine with smoking, i doubt he'd be down for picking up drugs. this didn't stop my mother from trying to explain it to him so he'd drive.

"we're picking up nappy, and they need to get 'stuuuuuuuuff....'
"yeah, sure, i'll pick up nappy."
"no, no, stuuuuuuff too..."

he was so oblivious, i put an end to that, yanked her out, and off we went. seriously, i need to get my license. damn everything for being so close by. anyhoo, long story short...

my mother is the worst ever at drug deals. she was behind the guy in his car with her hazards and headlights on all "i'm memorizing his plates" then when this oriental man was all by the guy's car she was yelling "what's slanty looking at, is he a cop, what's happening, what's going on?!?!?!?!" between all the laughter i wanted to smack her.

she was talking about wanting pot and that's when thankfully we got back home. i've smoked with her twice, both were weird as fuck.

she hits blunts like snoop dogg.

she finally went to sleep, nappy and myself watched bill maher with my dad, he went to sleep, so nappy and myself went down in the den, rolled a blunt, smoked, drank, chilled. came back to my room, watched south park, then he went and passed out.

i fell asleep around four... he came into my room twenty to eight all "mim wake n bake wake n bake wake n bake wake n bake!" until i reached out from under the blanket to grab my bowl and passed it to him.

he wakes me up like this each and every time he stays over.

eh, can't complain too much.

all in all, as i said, fun day. seriously, i think it was one of the best days i've had in a while. it felt nice to be awake, happy, energized and social.

today was decent. parents went into the city for most of the day, i just chilled, been watching vh1's i love the 80s 3d marathon. then beth texted me asking if i wanted to go to dunkin donuts, parents came back, decided they wanted donuts so my iced caramel latte was paid for by them. score.

so i was thinking about this need for a house/weeds fandom collision, and like i keep thinking up random little snippets of convos and shit... like...

house: wait, so wilson's a wilson, and this guy's a wilson too? so you're a jew wilson or a non-jew wilson?
doug: oh god no, not one of those...

followed by like, wilson, cuddy, nancy, andy, and the kids all staring at them 'cause well, they're jews (nancy married into it)

house: i like this wilson. can we trade in our wilson for him? i'm sure he'll wear ugly ties if it'll make the transition easier.

seriously. my mind is warped and wanders to the loveliest places ever.

i don't know what's redder.

my face...

or...

my eyes...

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

i went fishing today with cheryl and her kids. i adore 'em, even if they are a handful, they're still such cute lil' brats.

dramamine can suck my left imaginary nut. i got soooooo sea sick. didn't puke (last time i went fishing i sooo landed up with my head in a bucket) but damn did i feel shitty for most of the FIVE HOURS we were out there. it got to a point where i stopped fishing and spent my time either with my eyes closed trying ti ignore the rocking and helping the kids with their hooks and shit.

despite the sea sickness it was a lot of fun.

i'm no longer ghostly pale. my face ish just shy of being burnt, and my forearms got color.... it feels super weird having skin that's not uber pale.

it was really pretty out there. like it really made me wish i didn't feel so shitty so i coudda just gone up to the top deck to sit with my ipod, a notebook, pen, and just get in the zone... we decided next time i go fish, i'll definitely have to bring weed. fuck dramamine. we had a cooler full of booze, just felt to ugh to drink it.

when we were in line the guy in front of us bend over and we saw his hairy ass crack. so nasty. same guy's gut was hanging out from under his shirt. like seriously, how does one just walk around with their gut literally popping out from under their shirt???? this is why god invented full length mirrors.

i like the smell of the sea, just not the smell of fish. therefore, i think i have to burn the clothing i wore today.

all in all it was actually a damn good day.

oh, and, the crew, all cute guys! big plus there!

who knew doing very little on a boat could make me so sleeeeeepy. le yawn.