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October 30, 2005

We Need To Work on Our Communication

My boyfriend still doesn't quite comprehend the whole 'Jewish American Princess' lifestyle. I tell him I'm going to paint my nails and he starts cleaning. I don't mind that at all except he expects me to actually JOIN IN and help. So of course I'm on my second coat and waiting for him to do the rest them to dry and he rolls out the vacuum cleaner. That's supposedly his way of saying 'your turn to get off of your lazy ass and clean. Now the waiting period begins to see if he'll do it before my nails dry. My stubbornness VS his.

EPILOG: I win! He's so going to kill me when he reads this...

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October 28, 2005

Ooooh Pretty

Bane surprised me this morning by updating my Movable Type. It may look the same on the outside but admin section looks completely different. My comments finally work without that random filtering, my spam block is better and I got rid of all that track back crap. Seriously, I ONLY had spam on there. *sigh* It's those people who take the fun out of blogging.

Thank you, Bane!!!!

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October 26, 2005

I Live For The Scheming... NOT

The new supervisor at work is showing a different side of her lately. I decided to keep my distance when I first caught wind of her passive aggressive attitude. One minute she's giggly and friendly, the next she looks at me like she wants to kick my ass. Weird... Last night she asks how to ghost her company email so people can't see who it's from. I told her she could do it... but not on UCLA's dime. Then I suggested she just open a fictitious Yahoo account and send it from there. Her eyes lit up like I was down with the scheme (which I wasn't) and started to tell me about her plan. Apparently the two girls who talk shit about her do it in Spanish not knowing that she speaks it. Oy. She she's going to send something to them in Spanish to freak them out. What part of professional does she NOT understand? I just nodded okay and turned back to my desk. I soooo do not want to be in the middle of this school-ground shit.

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October 24, 2005

And So This Journey Ends... And Another Begins

I hate when relationships end. Friends or more, it's so draining. The acceptance of it is by far the worst. Just when you thought you had come to terms with it the reality hits you. You will never talk to that person again. They're gone. It's like a death. Things that seemed so funny now are just reminders of an inside joke that no one else gets. You look around and the room, or computer, takes on a whole new somberness. An object turns into something from 'them'. Things that you were saving to give to them now become this deep emotional burden. What the hell am I going to do with these!?!?!?!??! Send it to them? No, that would open lines of communication that you closed. Save them? But it will never be mine, I got it for them. Throw it away? Probably. And the time that you spent getting them goes with it. Put it in an unmarked box? So much energy over little things. No wonder people sleep all the time when they're sad. Too much energy is put into such minor things. But it keeps you from focusing on the end result. Or does it? Life is so harsh. People talk about the harshest conditions to live in, and weather comes to mind. Not me. The harshest condition is just living. Fighting every day to exist. Hoping that something will matter. Realizing that in the end it does not. Would you rather be a hero to a group of people... Or the one person who made a difference in someone's life?

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October 22, 2005

DENIED

It's amazing how thick skulled some people are. I have a friend who's going through some tough times because of another person and for some strange reason that third party thinks they're still going to be buddy buddy with me. Seriously... My friend is very special to me and it kills me to see her having to deal with utter bullshit. This third party is someone SHE introduced me to and I spoke with on a couple of occasions when I was going to see her. Yeah, that makes you my best friend and big toe.. Two words, baby: FUCK OFF.

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October 20, 2005

Diarrhea of the Mouth

On a whim I decided to look at the minutes I had used on my phone. I have been talking to my friends a lot this month and figured it was close to the 900 mark. I almost choked when it said 65 minutes over. Luckily I only have today and tomorrow until it turns over to a new period but still... Next month's bill is going to be a bitch.

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October 17, 2005

Sunsets and Rides Home

I took this picture when I was at my old jobsite and just realized how much I miss walking to the parking lot at sunset. The sky is usually filled with the pinks and reds that signify the end of a day. Now I am usually rushing to get ahead of the traffic and miss the sunsets completely. It's strange how the little things mean so much more when you don't have them.

I am trying to keep a positive mindframe right now, but so far it's more like a trapped feeling. I just hope I can hold out until Jake gets through college and finds a job in his field. Oh well, it's a pretty picture.

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October 14, 2005

My dinner date

It's days like these that make me appreciate how lucky I am to have Jake as a boyfriend. My day was going really shitty when he called me. He asked if I wanted to go out on a dinner date. After offering to make a romantic meal the day seemed so much better. I came home to a candlelit dinner of steak, lobster, roses and Almond Roca. He's mine, gals... BACK OFF!

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October 13, 2005

It Was Just a Little Breakdown... I Swear

Yesterday I snapped. My boss changed my report AGAIN, then wanted to know why I wasn't finished with it. I guess I should feel honored that someone thinks I work that fast... but I don't. I almost wish it would go back to her thinking I was a fuck up and could do nothing right. The expectations are so much lower and I had time to breathe. Right now I'm working like a dog and not getting breaks. Meanwhile my coworkers are whining about their everyday, nonchanging tasks. I would kill to have a schedule like that. If they keep up on the whining I just might...

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October 10, 2005

*Rubs Eyes*

Ginger's home and looking better. I decided to do whatever I could to make her happy, even if it means not forcing meds down her throat and doing daily subcutaneous IV daily. So far she's handled the antibiotics well, but I'll be glad when the two weeks are over. This twice a day shit is for the birds. With Jake going in early it makes it worse. This morning I woke up and barely had time to pee before he was fussing at me to get the meds and grabbing the cat. I know she'll be glad, that's for damn sure. Meanwhile Trixi is STILL being a bitch to her, hissing everytime she comes near. Before all this Ginger used to try and annoy her, so I'm thinking she'll start to make a game of this soon. Just don't do it by my feet!

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October 06, 2005

Sleep... Humping?

:jake: has moved up from sleep talking to sleep humping. I was sound asleep when I felt him wrap his arms around me in a spoon position to cuddle. All of the sudden he starts humping me really fast. I rolled over and saw him smiling, looking wide awake. I asked what the hell he was doing and he said something about making me happy. Then he laid his head down and closed his eyes. Freak...

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October 05, 2005

Stop, I Wanna Get Off

This emotional rollercoaster is just killing me. I get a call from the veterinarian at work and she basically tells me that unless Ginger's labs drop dramatically she'll get a poor prognosis. I called Jake and tried readying myself for the worst. Then we went to visit Ginger and she looked better. Not great, but better. We brought her food from home (the doctor said that at this point getting her to eat ANYTHING was good) and she ate some of it. We also talked about what we would be doing if she came home. Daily IVs and liquid medicine. If she got better than we could go for once a week. The hardest part was hearing that we couldn't take her home. I hate leaving her there. I know it's for her own good, but still... Trixi has been extra clingy too. She keeps waiting for Ginger to come back, looking for her. If we do have to put Ginger to sleep then I don't want to have just one cat. The problem is that we're going away in November and I don't feel comfortable getting a kitten and leaving it for 5 days. Especially with Trixi being so aggressive. *sigh* Too many things to think about and none of them positive.

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October 03, 2005

My Heart Is Breaking

I took my cat into the vet when she started to act lethargic and not eat. Every time I have done this they've given me some horrible results that resulted in my cats dying. Trouble had Pancreatic Cancer, Luigi had squamous cell carcinoma of the jaw. When the doctor diagnosed an abscess tooth I was so relieved. I had to leave her overnight for surgery, which killed me, but then I could take her home. This morning I got a call from the doctor. Blood tests show kidney disease. I was devistated. The treatment was a daily liquid medicine shot and subcutanous IV. This for a cat that freaks if you try wiping hairball meds on her paw. What's worse is that the cost is going to be in the thousands. I am at a loss for what to do. If she responds to treatment she could live for two to three years. She's my baby. My kid. I can't imagine making this choice. *sigh*

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