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    <title>Adam Hughes, you are my hero.</title>
    <published>2009-09-19T04:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-19T04:24:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So new artist love for Adam Hughes! Just an amazing artist. He's really inspiring me a lot lately. It's been pulling me out of my rut i've been in. Gonna get myself a debit/credit card since my other is about to expire soon, too. Plus, another shop buff, tian-Mu is my new favorite store! I've got some dresses on order, with cute little shoes, and some sexy new socks from sockdreams. I've been gay for interweb shopping. Just can't wait for my honeymoon~! So many things we're gonna buy in Japan.We won't have much money, but..i'm sure we're just going to have a blast in our ryokan and hotels. He's picked the places he wants to hit up, and i've picked mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got offered Ford Modeling for the third fucking time.....OH! And new kitten this weekend!!!! Super excitement! Auburn Fair and Renaissance Faire is coming up soon too. So many things going on it's kinda hard to keep up. I'm gonna be so fat after this. Oh well! Belly dancing overtime is all I can do. That means you too Nikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small plug for you. See you in a month on my b-day!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:20930</id>
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    <title>bloodiusnibbles @ 2009-08-19T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T15:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-19T15:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I got to see Mackenzy the other day, along with Amaethon. I got SO many pictures! Mackenzy is chubby as hell, like no joke, kid's fat. And Amaethon looks like he's nothing but two twiggy, little legs. I had to go to a funeral the other day, for my great Uncle Don. (He was adorable as hell in his baby photos.) He was a really good relative, but i'm in debate as to whether I want a symbol for him tattooed on me. And something strikes me as odd, but, every funeral i've been to on my father's side, no one ever cries. They're always happy. It's a good family. My mum's side...meh, I could do without sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's odd, Nikki's and I's conversation has kinda sunken in. I have to be honest, ever since that, I feel a lot calmer and not so terrified about death anymore because now I don't feel so stupid about what I do believe in, because BAM, someone else does too. John doesn't share the same views, but he's all ass backwards too. Which keeps it all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume update!: I ordered the fabric and the Ultra Cal 30, all i have left is clay and burlap, and we're set to make everyone's armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope John picks mint and mocha as cake options for the wedding.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:20495</id>
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    <title>Wedding ideas!</title>
    <published>2009-08-04T19:38:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T05:58:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this is just an entry so I can keep everything I want to remember about my wedding, when I start working on it, in one place. ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hair: &lt;a href="http://www.brides.com/beauty/hairstyles/gallery/editorspick/detail/114135?f=1541%3a1985&amp;offset=32"&gt;http://www.brides.com/beauty/hairstyles/gallery/editorspick/detail/114135?f=1541%3a1985&amp;offset=32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dress: Version of Walter Crane's Summer 1805 painting: &lt;a href="http://www.artmagick.com/pictures/picture.aspx?id=6408&amp;name=summer"&gt;http://www.artmagick.com/pictures/picture.aspx?id=6408&amp;name=summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drink: Lemon and Limeaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Theme: Chrono Trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tux: Gotta find someone to make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colors: Peacock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cake: Mint and Mocha (with John's gunmen all over it -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bridesmaid: Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favors: Mint and fudge macarons&lt;br /&gt;-Groomsmen: Dennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Food: Salsa, and an avacado salad of sorts, thinking of certain pastas and a deli meat type of sammich...but...we may change that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:20289</id>
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    <title>Men's Asses</title>
    <published>2009-07-28T10:11:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-28T10:11:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So third shift isn't so bad anymore. That little extra money helps out a lot since i'm going to pay back my college loan now. And i got a lot of things under way. Gotta make 5 outfits before Ohayocon, do all the armor for everyone else, And start building crap for my wedding. Holy shit, and Greg is having ANOTHER FUCKING CHILD. 2! 2 FUCKING CHILDREN! *count laugh* ah ah ah! Complete dumbass. He called me up on my new cell (yay! I'm with the rest of the world!) and as soon as he about said it, I fucking knew. His bitch ass wouldn't call me up unless it's for something he wants to brag about. So now dad's hauling some ass to fix the house (it's about damn time) So kitchen is getting fixed, bathroom is getting re-floored, replace the roof, fix the laundry room, and replacing all the carpet in the house. All for not because the boys are gonna trash it with Greg's new gf. *face palm* Fail fest is all I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's baby is doing awesome. Hmmm Not much on her for news. Oh well. Other updates? John's ring came in, pretty fantastic. I finally broke down and got a big girl purse and bras on shopping sprees with Nikki, Rachel, and Veronica. I've also realized sublime glow from jergens smells like hot spreaded men's asses, but it makes you look oh so pretty. Seriously, looks like someone exploded a pinata of sparkles in a hot gust of awesome across your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, well this was too long for me, so i'm done, gonna listen to some Rihanna and head to bed. NIGHT ALL.</content>
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    <title>The feasting tree is hungry</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T03:05:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T03:05:42Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>NIN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So John finally picked what he wanted as his wedding ring. *Pointpointpoint* &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Titanium-Wedding-Band-Accents-Size/dp/B000P0R472/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;s=jewelry&amp;qid=1245790080&amp;sr=1-10"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Titanium-Wedding-Band-Accents-Size/dp/B000P0R472/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;s=jewelry&amp;qid=1245790080&amp;sr=1-10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet tits! I still haven't decided on mine yet. I found one I really liked that was $2000 but was dropped to $300. I can't get it though because my credit card is gay and wouldn't have enough room on it because it's too full of the dick it has now in its ass. So i'll get something else. Other news, I'm on third shift now. It can get pretty intimidating when you're only 5 feet tall and by yourself for 3 hours in a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I need to learn some fightin skillz. *pokes flab* Well goodnight.</content>
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    <title>OMFG!</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T02:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T02:29:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">DAVID CARRADINE DIED! NOOOO!!! *goes to slap someone*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:19624</id>
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    <title>FUCK SALT!</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T13:48:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T13:56:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqtr_RvR3sY&amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqtr_RvR3sY&amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;BAHAHAHAH


Well I got a job!!!! YES! I can afford to pay bills again! And my rent is going down! hurrah! Now if only I can get John to grow up and not take a game so fucking seriously. I tell him to calm, it&amp;#39;s just a game, no need to freak, when you&amp;#39;re level headed, you can pick it back up again. but oh no, he says I don&amp;#39;t understand. No, I do, I understand the frustration and the desperation to try to win just one more trophy just to get to the end, but...Seriously....He&amp;#39;s going homicidal and yelling at me because of it. Wtf?

Onto other things, might kick back up some NanoWrimo. Work&amp;#39;s good, might have another job to go along with the one i have. Gonna see if I can get my sister her first tattoo. Hmm...I had other rant, but nah, fuck it, they&amp;#39;re boring.

I&amp;#39;ve been naming everything fuck salt.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:19391</id>
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    <title>Fucking christ!</title>
    <published>2009-05-13T21:41:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T21:41:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So John JUST got into Thermatru which my mum and I have been fighting to get into for 3 months now. But that's ok, he got it, then THEY FIRED HIM ON THE SAME DAY! Saying "He wasn't getting it/not understanding the job." No one was training him. He never had previous experience and they left him there. Wtf? Now since he has to go back to McD's, he's extremely bummed. And now, I don't have a job because the place that i've been trying to get into for a month with "Oh yeah, we're totally stoked about hiring you~!" Wants to send me to Churobusco. I wouldn't have any qualms with it had it not been for the fact that I told them during the interviews that my car can't make it there. It's just outside of Fort Wayne, how the hell am I supposed to get there? Now I get to look forward to selling my things just to make sure we have a place to live. Great fucking times.</content>
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    <title>SERIOUSLY?!</title>
    <published>2009-05-06T21:20:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-06T21:20:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So after Joetta fired John on Friday for no damn good reason, I called the DM and let him no what was up and that we were going for unemployment. What happens the next day??? We get a call from Joetta and she says he can have his job back, but his hours are going to be cut. (Knowing her, it'll be drastic) But if he doesn't take it, then he be marked as quiting. So..buh! Wtf? so we have the numbers for harassment and McD's labor laws...so..we'll see.</content>
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    <title>So it's that time again.</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T01:33:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T01:33:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Time of when the pressure is really on on whether or not a job is coming into my grasp. For now, i'll be working on art. There's a class i'd like to attend to by Alvin Lee, but...no money, means no class. Eventually, if he keeps going with it, i'll join in. i'd really love to get into Udon Entertainment, but, must study PCS3 first. So until i'm employed, i'm working on that crap. Kim's baby is looking crazy like her, still haven't got to see Kenzy yet. We'll see how that goes...hmm. I kinda wanna be preggo...but..i'd probably end up killing myself from fear. Time's not right yet though. Some things have to happen first. I'm still waiting for them. I'd like it if a wedding was in the mixture of things to come, but, that may not be happening. Not due to financial, but...i'm slightly worried. i don't want to sound stupid/fake when I say this. But it feels something terrible might happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! Enough of that. Gonna go finish some work before bed.</content>
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    <title>So...</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T12:33:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T12:33:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In two weeks i'll be out of McD's. I don't care if I don't have a back up job right away, but i'm not staying there anymore. I'm stoked i'm even leaving! Might have a job at the Valero gas station, but the Store Manager has to have me interviewed by the DM, so I'm going in tonight to ask if there's been any progress in that since I don't have a phone to be contacted at. Well, I guess that's about it for an update.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:18380</id>
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    <title>Just a bunch of awesome</title>
    <published>2009-04-04T18:32:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-04T18:32:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Dennis is FINALLY FUCKING GONE! 6 months of him sucking down our paychecks, ruining my home, and being a total bitch ass perv on John's computer. (There was SO MUCH PORN). So, congrats to John and I. I don't care how fucking lonely he is. Fuck that. May sound selfish, but we almost lost the apartment because that pecker and i'm SICK of eating McDonalds for supper because we can't afford a major meal without him eating it in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, I wouldn't have made the deadline for America's Next Top Model, sorry Rachel and Nikki. AND&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Cecil made a funny. He yelled about credit card secretary (That charged him 50 for insurances he told them to take off three times now) that he was going to reach through the phone, grab her tit, and rip it of. I laughed.So.Damn.Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising is coming along ok. I just can't wait to get my back fixed so I can exercise more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh...needless update, but did so nonetheless.</content>
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    <title>Baby</title>
    <published>2009-03-28T12:36:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-30T12:14:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Kim had her baby on Tuesday, March 24, and weighed 8.6 lbs and was 20.4 inches long. Congrats Kim, Dewy, and Amaethan! Pictures of him will be uploaded on my facebook soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the technical things involved with that. I got my leg splattered with afterbirth blood. Saw Kim's va-jay-jay. Was in the room with her for 12 FUCKING HOURS. As soon as the baby was born, Kim had some Arby's not even two seconds later. Literally.(It was a roastburger curly fries and some Sprite.) The nurses were kinda bitchy and acted as if we didn't know anything. Dewy cried like mad. (Which made me cry in the end....damnit) Dewy also had an infected tooth too, so that made everything worse. Hospitol food sucked. AND GUESS WHAT. The people that prepared it....DIDN'T WEAR GLOVES!!! Not even a hospital wears gloves. (Fuck you McD's.) Mate (short for Amaethan) had his eyes opened since he was born and still has them open. Dewy was holding Amaethan, but Mate thought he was Kim, so he grabbed Dewy's chest hair and latched onto his nipple through his shirt. lol. ummm..If I remember anything else, I'll edit and add to this post. None the less, Congrats to Kim!</content>
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    <title>About Time</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T17:06:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T17:06:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it's final, i am putting in my two weeks notice in on Monday if I can get it in. Friday was the worst shit they have ever put me through because that bitch as Anita is there. So story goes like this. I just came in to work, they stick me on table. Ok. Everyone, even Tim, has known that I can't wear the gloves we have. And guess who's running the shift for lunch? Fat ass Anita. So she gets shitty and tells Joetta that ihave to put gloves on. Joetta tells her I'm allergic and Anita goes into this huge shit about who since she's running shift it should be this way. Ok, she's only been working there for a month since she originally "quit" 5 FUCKING YEARS AGO and is already going to be manager (wow, that won't bite them in the ass). So I've known this twat for years since i worked with her at EOC, and I know she's a manipulative bitch. So I put the fucking gloves on, but that's just not good enough, now Cory has to take my spot because Anita has to through another fucking fit. I go back and tell Tim Sr (our owner) that they're pretty much patronizing me right there and i'm going to quit if they don't stop. So he calms me down, and I go on fries for the time being. He goes up and tells them to lay off, that he even knows I can't wear them. So they stop harrassing me, but only until he leaves. So lunch is over, they're going to put me on present (which i haven't done for MONTHS) and start harassing me again saying i have an attitude. I calmly stated to Joetta that I would like to talk with her later, that we both need to calm down and just get through the day. But oh no, not good enough for Anita. Her fat ass comes waltzing up and she just has to put in her two cents of stating "You need to take your attitude to the back away from the customers. You can't be acting like this in front of them." So i'm thinking wtf? you're not even in this, and i'm calm with her right now. BUT, here's the great thing about that day. Joetta got YELLED at by the customer that Anita yelled at me for. They stated that Anita needed to stop and that she was in the wrong and so was Joetta. Well, that obviously didn't sit to well with them. And i'm pretty sure she got a nasty note from Tim as well. (And i'm hearing all this from Lori, who also went back there to yell at Joetta about their attitudes towards me. I love you Lori!) So basically, a bunch of shit caused by fatass Anita. So my dad told me to go to Thermatru and make 10.50 an hour. It won't be there long, but I can save up enough money to live and get my comic started with John. So, that's what i'm going to do. It doesn't bother me anymore that they got to me at me weakest time (before my period), but it was a revelation to think, wow....I really don't need this job, it's them who need me. John's quitting too! Mike is quitting soon (one more month), Lori is going to quit once her guy gets his Masters in a couple months. Bret's quitting to go to Ft. Wayne. So here's a whole chain reaction she just started. Go you Joetta, for fucking up hard.</content>
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    <title>Writers Block: Jackpot</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T14:23:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T14:23:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh man. I know I wouldn't go hog wild with all the money, but I do know I would be getting a lot of stuff. I'd pay off my debt, get a car that can make it to a place without dying horrific deaths along the way, get a home, and definately get married. The rest would be saved up and sit preciously in my account. But what I have to pay would take a good chunk of money out. *sigh*</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Fearsome</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T17:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T17:39:15Z</updated>
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 Hmmm, Ghosts were one of them because i could hear them. Dogs running towards me from my dad's woods. (I had so many nightmares!) And Candy man. I fought my inner self to even use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpassed them though. Dogs still scare me a bit, but I can attack back now if they come for me.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:16917</id>
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    <title>Please wipe</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T17:21:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T17:21:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, John and i did make up. I was so SO SO close to leaving that I brought out my luggage and everything, when I thought, i'll wait until V-day to see if something good happens, and it did. Now we're ok, I've narrowed down the problems causing us a lot of anger in our house. MAIN REASON: McD's. We're so stressed from that job it's ridiculous. We catch all this crap from the managers and Joetta that it's just causing us to blow up on each other. I've noticed that i'm also getting more and more angry at little things, not to the extent John gets, but i'm working that way. So I put in my app at the hotels in Auburn and can atleast hope for the best. If worse comes to worse, and Joetta keeps on this retarded path she on of cutting my hours just because I don't like dead-leg, then I'll go to partial unemployment until I leave. I got my hours cut to just 3 days a week now because Allena and I got blamed for Charlie having her boyfriend in the back with her the whole time she worked. Thing is, Allena and I weren't working with Charlie at that time. So why are we catching the crap? Anyways, I atleast made a move to leave that place. And I'm going to try and join the Ikasu art staff and maybe make it that way. My first scarf to start advertising for sale is done as well. I want to sew up a bulk of them, so next Ohayocon, I sell them at $15, and make a 6-7 dollar profit. That'll atleast make up for the table and all the registration money i'll be putting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So costumes i'm going to dress in for Ohayocon: Aisha Clan Clan from Outlaw Star, and hopefully Cammy from Street Fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, and i'm losing weight!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:16660</id>
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    <title>Eros</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T22:44:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T23:08:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First things first, DYING MY HAIR RED. Wynona Judd red. So it's got the fabulous yellows and peach colors and all that craziness in it. Greg got his baby back after Crystal did some scary stuff and we thought the baby was going to be stolen. And Kim's baby shower is coming up, dunno who she invited, so if you're there, it'll be a surprise to me! Anyways, onto real subject here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG REPEATING RANT UP AHEAD!&lt;/b&gt; I think Cupid hit me with a poisoned arrow or something. Cause as it get closer and closer to Valentine's Day, John gets to being more and more of an asshole! Seriously! Yesterday, he got so pissed that his computer couldn't play his game right that when he went to go punch the pillow, it ended up hitting me in the back of the head full force! And he expected me not to be pissed off at him for hitting me and that I should understand why he got mad. No, I won't understand why he's getting mad because his shitty, virus-filled computer took a dump on him whilst playing a GAME. Then, today, i'm sitting down happily drawing on Rachel's art card, and Keith and his friend come over. I'm sick, so I really don't feel like talking too much (I got to play some of FF Dissidia in Japanese for a bit though), so I told John "Hey, when did you want to go to work, so I can drop you off unless you want to get a drink because then we have to leave early." Each time i asked, I didn't get a reply. So I just left at 4:35 so Keith could leave me alone and so Dennis didn't have to walk to the library. Then John continued to bitch about not wanting to go to work. I told him to just come in, say he's sick, and then i'll pick him up if he hates it that much. So he says no, he'll come in. So I thought alright maybe he just wants to sit in the car for a bit just to really not come in and relax a minute. So I start talking to him about what Brandy asked yesterday. Then he won't talk to me! So i'm having this one sided conversation, trying to find something so he'd respond. Then i notice, drive thru is backed up and that it might be time to clock in. He gets pissed and throws the door open and i'm like, "dude, wtf did you just get mad for?" Then he gets mad and sarcastic saying "Well I HAVE TO WORK" and slams the door in my face when I said 'I love you' to him. Didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence and he stormed off like it was my fault he was scheduled to work. I was working for 2 weeks straight with only one day off aside from today when he threw this fit. I think it's a little bit deserved if I have a day off. So...I dunno. With these recent events, and him saying he's pretty not going to do anything for me for V-day (Even though i've got him a bouquet of roses), i'm.....seriously considering on breaking it with him. I........I dunno what to do anymore. I keep mulling over this and thinking to myself about what I should do. Maybe I just need a break? I dunno. Fuck, he even broke the umbrella because it wouldn't work right. BROKE A METAL UMBRELLA. Maybe it's the job making him so damn angry, but...Why do I have to catch this shit? I do the same job all the time too. And i'm not happy that Dennis is still their either, but...really? He hasn't gave me a kiss or a hug today because he's throwing a fit about work. Shit, gotta cut this off where it is. I'm gonna keep mulling over this. I've been putting up with too much.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:16627</id>
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    <title>Grandma</title>
    <published>2009-01-25T18:14:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-25T18:14:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, in the immortal words of Nikki, "i've been getting my grandma on" by crocheting like a mad man. My mum has been helping me (sorry nikki!) so far I can chain, double, triple, and quadruple stitch like a mad man. My first project, socks...then i'm going to make a baby-doll style dress. (Not the actual baby doll dress for baby dolls.) So we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I stood up to John yesterday. We got in a fight cause his shirt smelled like cat pee, because Cray was in his last pissing days and went hog wild with it, I told him it smelled, he got mad at me (and then said "oh no, i was getting mad because it was peed on and it was bullshit", yeah...whatever). So he told me to stop yelling and listen to why he yelled at me, I screamed back no, I was going to yell because it was out of line and the next time he yells at me like that again, i'm gone or he's beaten. So we left to Colby's baby shower, but I had to get a gift, so I left him crying in the car. And you know what? I didn't feel one bit guilty about it! I swear to god, Dennis needs to leave so John can quit his womanizing bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back onto regular life, I really REALLY want to go to college, still can't, gotta get teeth fixed first and pay down my credit card so I don't go empty handed. feeling like i'm behind a little in life with Kim being pregnant AND already married, and Rachel going to college to fight battalions of math numbers and loco questions on the universe. Nikki, we're failing pretty hard here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it, still no internet on my side, just gonna have to use my mum's for a little bit and crochet until it comes back. And btw, Uma Thurman is just damn beautiful. Can't get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:16359</id>
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    <title>Shankara</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T14:46:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T17:11:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cats at my bedroom door</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I actually didn't buy this, i'm really not too interested in it. But I should, yet not because i'm a poor ass who wishes to have all the DeG goods. Anyways, I have the pictures on mah photobucket if anyone wants to look. &lt;a href="http://s28.photobucket.com/albums/c238/Bloodius/Dir%20en%20Grey/"&gt;http://s28.photobucket.com/albums/c238/Bloodius/Dir%20en%20Grey/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, Toshiya looks really good in these, if not a bit snakey. Kaoru looks pretty badass and a marshmallow at the same time. He does not offend the senses though. Look at one of Dies pics and you can see Best Buy in the background, ha! And Shinya....NEVER MOVES. I prefer the natural look he was sporting at the concert when Rachel and I met them. As for Kyo, that guy I swear is an oni in himself. No man should ever be so tantalizing in a one piece jumpsuit. He makes my eyes explode with awesome. Hope anyone who sees this journal enjoys them. I'm gonna go have some coffee now and think of how to bear the week in one piece until pay day, hell let alone this day, Bush's speech has been taking up my Bonnie Hunt show time. OH ONE WEEK AND CRAY GETS FIXED! I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:16069</id>
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    <title>This is getting stupid</title>
    <published>2009-01-08T07:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-08T07:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was a pretty good day, everyone had a great attitude. Which is VERY HARD for McD's employees to achieve. Wayne came to hang with us lowly workers and teach me some more about his site for when I do the CSS for my half of the site for my new shop. (i'm super excited about it!!!) So I head to my break and get an iced mocha for my meal. I come back, John goes to his, Wayne leaves as well as most the employees. So the only people left is John, Charlie, Mike, and myself. I get super hungry since I haven't ate much today. I figure it's ok if I get a sandwich, which is fine, because everyone else in the gahdamn store does it or gets extra junk on their meals. It was just a tortilla, lettuce, and cheese. Nothing else, no sauce, no mea, nothing. I eat it and John freaks the fuck out on me yelling to Charlie "Look at what Kelly's eating! She shouldn't be doing that!" So I look at Charlie and show her the sandwich, she doesn't give a shit. And I finish eating it. We don't count lettuce/cheese/tortilla as major waste, so no one minds. Then not even 5 minutes later John's on my ass for eating it, saying i need to ring it up on the register and sign and pay for it. So I'm like "wtf John? Their eating nuggets and selects from the cabinet left and right, you just added bacon to Cory's sandwich (Which is a HUGE NOT-GOOD), and an extra quarter patty on Mike's sandwich. This is nothing and you're being really stupid about it. I haven't ate today, i'm feeling sick, i'm eating this and not feeling bad about it. Let them fire me, i'm not going to pass out from sickness because you won't let me eat!" So he was "You shouldn't be doing that. Just ring it up and pay for it." So I told him to fuck himself, yelled at him is the store, pushed him away and haven't talked to him since. it's not right that I get treated like shit when guys are around! I shouldn't be patronized cause I had lettuce and cheese and everyone else gets prime meats! Plus! He even threw a piss fit because I was trying to gather up all the vegetables and I was in his way for 2 seconds to the point where he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. I HATE WHEN HE DOES THAT. That...that is like a slap in my face!! I'm trying to balance 12 containers in my arms! He could have been patient. I really almost left him today. I'm...AUGH! I even went so far as to prepare a speech to my mum about coming back to her place...and I fucking hate it there! It doesn't sound bad here, but when he was actually saying this shit, I was in shock and anger! I never eat at McD's and the rare occassions that i do, I shouldn't be yelled at for it when others (including himself) do much much worse. He's getting me to that brink of where I can't take anymore of his childish attitudes and womanizing bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! Just needed to unload. I put up with a lot, I do a lot of work. I'm proud that I can do so much right now and when i start my shop, i'll be happy to be away from him for a few extra minutes. It shouldn't be like this, our fights were never this bad and frequent. I'm getting fed up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.........GRAH!</content>
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    <title>Hey again!</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T23:22:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T23:23:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Orgazmo!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just updating a bit, Rachel's going away..party...whatever that was, was pretty fun, and I learned a hell of a lot about Operation Valkyrie. (because the movie was playing, and I bawled my eyes out in the end, even though I KNEW it wasn't going to work). Anyways, I got me a mecha book too! Rachel, Nikki, and I are going to start up a calendar together. We'll see how it ends up. My mum's internet will be shut off soon, so I may gank her scanner for a while and upload some much needed sketchbook cleaning. Since I haven't nabbed a new one for myself. Gonna finish John's coat tonight and maybe even bust out the scarf if I can. Things are ok for now, got a little behind on bills thanks to Xmas, but I should be getting past that shortly. John and I's plans to Japan might even go through if we can manage it! It'll be super fun times! And the Gato for our wedding should be made soon too. Got some good plans going, we'll see how much a certain entity might want to smite me hard and make things difficult. He's got a sick humor sometimes. Well, that's it, for now!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bloodiusnibbles:15566</id>
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    <title>Barf</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T21:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T21:34:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DeG Glass Skin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ha, Spaceballs. Hmm, updates, my scanner is still dead, got some 'tude from Michelle and Staples, normal. Work is still a bitch, people and their damn drama. It's like no matter what I do or where I go, drama, fucking drama. I get the blame of causing it (when it's not me) or somehow involves me without my knowledge. I have to admit, I can be a bitch when it comes to work, work is work, for the sake that it's called that WORK. I'm serious about that shit, not there to dick around if I don't feel like i'm earning it. Anyways. Tomorrow is a good needed day off, Rachel is leaving for college soon. That makes me sad. gonna have a party..ish...thing with her and Nikki to send her off well. That leave you and me Nikki! Last ones left! Though I should mention John and I have been discussing about going to California for college. I have Cali. Despise it even. I like warm weather, but, it's just too much. We'll see, I know i'm starting up a career in scarfs! YAY! going to making the trial version here soon and we'll see how well it sells. I might even take up side jobs with some comic artists so I can get a good idea of what to do. College only taught me to not listen and let my scanner die. (I love college, but same time I was fed up with it and being told everything last second cause i'm an online student.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some good dreams, and some bad ones. Kinda getting scarred a little more about if John is going to stay, or if I am. It has not been too pleasant, maybe things will change once Dennis leaves. OH! Found my picture of Kyo i've been desperate to find. It's my little proof that he knows I exist damnit. lol. But nah, it's just a good times reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope to you all ringing in the new year. What are your resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;Mine:&lt;br /&gt;Lose a bit of weight&lt;br /&gt;Get my sorry ass around and start that shop&lt;br /&gt;Get some cosplay up&lt;br /&gt;Might take the chance into modeling for Ford Models. maybe...we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;Get out of this damn state&lt;br /&gt;Get a new job&lt;br /&gt;Go the fuck to Japan, if it's even for a gahdamn day&lt;br /&gt;And hope to see DeG again soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bye all, work calls.</content>
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    <title>All I want for Christmas is my...wtf?</title>
    <published>2008-12-21T13:40:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-21T18:37:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gahdamn, John is just on a roll lately with faggotry. So I didn't know what I wanted for Christmas, but I told him, i'll make him a coat since he badly needed one and always complained about mens' fashion. However, he had no idea what to get me. Wlaked and walked around Wal-mart. He was going to get me that Personal Cooking Trainer game that I kinda wanted, but I told him that I should look around. I saw they were selling Little Big Planet, and thought "Wow, I remember that game looked really fun, he could get me that for Christmas to match the price of his coat!". Well, we got it, and it has been a blast, in fact so much a blast that John pulled a HUGE FUCKING DILLHOLE MOVE. I was cleaning the house, like I do every weekend. I wanted to play my game, but thought John should get a chance since i played it for an hour myself the night before. So he started playing, then him and Dennis started both playing. NO ONE HELPED ME FINISH CLEANING. So I got pissed off, threw the laundry in the house after getting it from the laundry mat here at the apts, and stormed off to my mum's to cry like an idiot for no one helping me and playing MY GAME. Came back, finished folding laundry cause I guilt tripped John into helping. Well, John wanted to watch a movie, I said no, i'm going to play MY GAME. Started playing then John started playing with me for a fun 2 hours, he said he was tired of it and I kinda figured he wanted to watch something now. So I quit, went in the room to kill some time on the net and then come back out and play my game again. I walked out of the room, about 2 hours later, lo and behold, John fucking lied to me so him and Dennis could play! ON MY GAME. It's now 8:30 in the morning, they haven't stopped playing that game at all... MY GAME. And said they were getting all the extra stuff...Wtf? This is ridiculous. Beat my Christmas gift before I do without telling me and without my help? Seriously...wtf? I know it seems selfish of me, but it's like this shit with him never ends. He asked me "what's wrong?" I should answer, but then he'll try to twist it around like i'm over reacting. It just irks me to no end when I play for a grand total of 3 hours and they play it for 2 FUCKING DAYS AND BEAT IT. And it was supposed to be for my Christmas.........JUST FUCKING GAY!</content>
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    <title>ARG! You've gotta be kidding me!</title>
    <published>2008-12-14T21:50:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-14T21:50:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So John and i just got into another fight, that's three for this weekend. All because I asked him to help me with stuff around the house. First, I asked him to get off the computer so Dennis could write his gf, she just got in an accident and asked me to have him write her, ok, fine. Then John started his whiny shit about "But Dennis had the computer all of yesterday" and Dennis said i'll write her later, so I said ok whatever. But also John had a lot of dishes to do that he said he was going to get on but hasn't. So I asked him to do them so I could cook supper. He threw a fit about that! Mind you, I haven't been shitty with him or anything when i've been asking, it's a general "Hey can you get your dishes done so I can cook something later?" Hours pass and I finish the laundry, cleaning the house, and coming back from getting milk. I asked John what he wanted for supper, he said hamburger, so i'm like ok, I just grabbed some of those fake patties from mum's or we could have the kind we ganked from McD's. I was gonna make the fake ones first since there was less of them and he said no he'll make the McD's ones, they taste better...ok. By this time Dennis still hasn't used the computer yet, so i give him the opportunity to do so and I start folding laundry in the room. Well, he didn't want to get on, so he played video games. John got this shitty tone and said "I thought Dennis was supposed to have the computer Kelly!" I'm like, WTF DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME? So I yelled "I'm not on the FUCKING computer!" "OH I THOUGHT YOU WERE" So I get pissed, I don't want to deal with it, so I grabbed my coat and MP3 player and leave for a walk cause i'm getting so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY!! Now it's the day of the bigger fight, he's still being a douchefag. I was doing the dishes this morning and dad came to get me so I could get my car fixed, I asked John to do the litter, so he did that. I got back, finished my dishes, cleaned the fridge, did the nasty dishes and asked if he could either 1. sweep the kitchen and bathroom or 2 vacuum the house. He replied "but I was gonna go with Dennis to Kaisers" my first thought, we don't have any money. What were you going to buy? And second thought was why did he just get childish with me again? I asked him to help me out with the house, and neither job would take more than 5 minutes, Dennis even said that! But oh no, john just had to throw a fit again and it pissed me off this time. Then he was wondering why I was getting so pissed, well wtf? Should I just be a fucking slave? Fuck no! He said i've been acting weird the past couple days and I was "Arg! you've gotta be kidding me!" THEN HE CALLED ME A PSYCHO. HOW DOES WANTING HIM TO GET OFF HIS ASS TO HELP PSYCHOTIC?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be talking to him for the rest of the day. Fuck him. i'm psychotic for wanting a clean house, i'm psychotic for doing all the work, i'm psychotic for giving a shit. Fuck it.</content>
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