Day 248: Tamara and Cory

Today is Halloween, it also happens to be my two best friends' one year wedding anniversary. So I thought I'd write a little bit of a heartfelt post about them.

So, I met Tamara through a high school friend. I'm pretty sure it was love at first sight, though we ended up becoming much more connected through the magical powers of the internet. Now we're almost inseperable. Even when we aren't actually physically together, we're constantly texting each other or facebook raping each other. I couldn't ask for a better person to be my best friend. She's crazy. She gets all my humor. She loves me, even after I snap at her when I haven't slept enough in the past seven months. She's always there for me. I can always count on her to be by my side. She's beautiful. She's wonderful. She's fucking amazing. She's much more than just my best friend, she's my sister.

So naturally, I'd want the best for her.

I couldn't ask for anyone better for her than Cory. Cory is a gentleman. He's wonderful to her, he treats her exactly how she deserves, like a princess. He loves her so much, it'll honestly knock you back a step. Their love can be felt a mile away. Since I have met him, Cory has become much more than just my best friend's husband. He's more like a brother. A brother-in-law, I suppose. haha.

Their love is absolutely beautiful. And I just hope that someday, somehow, I can find a love like theirs. They are absolutely and completely my role models when it comes to relationships.

Tamara and Cory, I love you guys with basically every fiber of my being. I love you with all of my butt. That's a lot of love, because my ass is huuuuuuuuuge. I wish you many many many many many more years of happiness. You deserve it. :)

Day 247: "That's my goal in life now, I want to have sex on a conveyer belt in Walmart"

If you read about such a story in the paper, I did not detail exactly how I planned on doing this whilist in the car with Tamara. So, when you read such a story in the paper, it definitely isn't about me.

Day 246: You've got the talking down, just not the listening.

I really want to bitch today. Super bad. But, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I am pissed. But I hold things in. So that's exactly what I'm going to do today.

By the way, this snow thing in October? It's goddamn ridiculous

Day 245: Basilisk Tooth

I bought this today. I refer to it as a basilisk tooth necklace. I also wore it to work and stabbed random things with it, proclaiming them "horcruxes". Yes, I do have a boyfriend. Yes, this does still surprise me.

Day 244: Piss Yourself Quote Blog #1

These all come from "quote books" that I had made for an ex in the past. I recorded anything that I or anyone around me said that was funny pretty much everyday until I filled an entire notebook. These also come from notebooks that my friends and I passed back and forth between classes to talk to one another. It would be wisest if you read this whilist on the toilet. That's where I will be typing it.

"The class meeting was exactly like I said it would be:

• Don't have sex
• Don't kill people
• Don't smoke weed in the bathroom
• Don't look up porn online at school
• Don't drink alcohol
• Try not to come to school naked
• Try to wear clothing that covers all of your vaginal and ass-like area
• Don't text in class
• Don't snort cocaine on school grounds, anywhere else is fine
• Be good kids. Or we'll kill you

We covered all the major topics"

"There's a creeper in the hallway, no one knows who he is and he's just standing there."

Erin: My dick is so big that I have to wrap it around my waist. Twice.

Erin: Who is she talking to?
Pumpkin: I don't know, just smile and nod.

Jenny: Erin appreciates any food you give her.
Erin: I appreciate anything you give me to put in my mouth.

Katie: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Erin: A dress point.

Erin: Ryne, Why are you so tall?
Ryne: I eat small children.

Jordan: Why were you doing math on your hand?
Erin: I was trying to figure out how much my fat ass would have to pay for all this food.

Erin: How about you do your job?
Ryne: Shut up, Frodo.

Bob: If I have to sew shut one more orifice, I'm going to scream.

Erin: *absentmindedly humping the counter whilist making sex noises*
Dylan: There's something wrong with you.
Tim: This is why we can't have nice things.

Erin: Well maybe if you had studied instead of engaging in homosexual activities last night.

Cameron: I'm hellish pumped. I'm going to scream my ass off.

Mike: A true friend joins your match, shoots you in the head, and quits.

Erin: Your energy is frightening me. And now you're trying to pull my clothes off.

Jon: I'm picking up my dick, slinging it over my shoulder and saying goodbye to her.

Erin: If she died, I'd come to her funeral just to pee on her.

"Cameron was jumping up to throw a ball at someone and got hit in the stomach. His way of venting about it was to walk as slowly as possible to the other side of the room while screaming as loudly as he could"

"When John gets excited, he screams "WHOA" for about five minutes straight. Sex with him would probably be frightening"

"Let's open on this scene: Cody is laying on the floor. Blake scampers up behind him, spikes a ball into his head and runs off giggling."

Erin: When I die, my family can invite people over and throw me in a bonfire.

*someone turns the lights on*
Random kid: TURN THEM OFF! SHE'S UGLY!

Ryan: What are you reading?
Erin: A book.
Ryan: You're impossible.

Day 243: Rainymood.com

This is officially my new favorite site. All it does is play the sound of rain in the background. That's it. But, do you know how relaxing that sound is? I have tons of cds with ocean sounds in the background of music. Also, this site, when you play another song on top of it? Enhances that song like four hundred million times. It's almost as if it knows exactly when to add a clap of thunder and etc. It's awesome. Just throwing that out there.

Day 242: I miss Dorian and Ben.

Notice how Dorian came first.

Day 241: I did it for the hugs!

True Story, bro

Day 240: THE THINGS I DO TO BRING YOU A BLOG

I watched Kindergarten Cop just to stay awake enough to type this. 
Today, I worked.
End of story.

Day 239: FUCKING CRAZY NIGHT

I was waitressing tonight up at homestretch. Basically, we sell box seats, and if you buy the box seat, then you get your very own slave (Me) for the next four hours. You can make me run all over the fucking place to get you anyfuckingthing you want. Usually, I only have to deal with the season box holders. Which by themselves is like ten people. Tonight though, we sold a shitton of boxseats. One was a bridal party of thirty damn people who wanted about a billion and a half mixed drinks. Another was a season box holder who rarely shows up who had about twenty people with himself. We also sold seven other box seats. It was crazy. Kyra and I were running all over the damn place. We made out like demons on tips though. We each got 42 dollars. Holy shit, son. That's ten dollars an hour! They then sent me home early which I was so happy for. Because I was a sweaty mess. I got to watch the newest Transformers movie with my mommy and brother. YAY.

Day 238: What do Erin's days off look like?

Seriously? You really want to know? This will probably be the most ridiculously boring blog that I've ever typed so I will attempt to occupy it with pictures so that maybe I can keep your attention.

• I wake up at like five p.m. Maybe three on a good day.
• I don't put pants on until seven. Unless necessary. Usually these pants are either pajama pants. Or they are jogging pants. I do not wear jeans on my goddamn days off unless I have to go out in public.
• I NEVER put makeup on. EVER. Not even if I'm going out shopping. No one is going to hand me twenty dollars if my eyes sparkle when I'm not at the casino. So therefore, it is not worth my time. (Only exception to this is if my boyfriend is taking me out. Then I will put forth the effort for his sake)
• I eat. Like a shit ton.

• I do some very educational reading.
• I watch really cool shows like Icarly, Victorious, Tosh.0 and reruns of Whose Line Is It Anyway.
• I pee like four thousand times because I drink half my weight in water.
• I stay up until about five a.m, writing/watching youtube videos.

That's it. That's what my days off look like. I'm boring.

Day 237: Your questions. I answer them.

Question numero uno: Will you run away with me in the night and remodel the outside of walmart with pink paint, white taffeta, and purple glitter?

Answer: Ummmm why is this even a question??!?! HELL YES.

Question number 2: What did you do with all that soda?

Answer: To explain to anyone who has no idea what this referring to (i.e EVERYONE). I was supposed to provide drinks for a family reunion at Knobels. I ended up not going to this family reunion. But I still had the assload of soda leftover. My answer? Have you seen my ass lately? I DRANK IT ALL.

Question # 3: What do you do when you have a wedgie in public?
Answer: I pick that mother fucker. I usually announce that I have a wedgie loudly and proceed to yank it out of my ass in the most unladylike of actions. Judge me all you want, but I am not walking around with chafing butt cheeks all day.

Question #4: Why is the sky blue?

Answer: To match with Hannie's pretty eyes. :)

Question #5: If you could master one skill what would it be?

Answer: Sex. I would be a master at sex.

Question #6: How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?

Answer: 42.

Question #7: Can you say you honestly believe in God?

Answer: Leave it to someone to pop out the religious beliefs question. Basically, I believe that there has to be someone of a higher being than ourselves out there that put us here. But, I also believe in reincarnation, ghosts, spirits, aliens, homosexuals having rights and other dimensions. I also do not believe in hell. I believe it is a scare tactic.


Question #8: How crazy can you get?

Answer: I have no choice but to assume you meant this in a sexual way. And haven't you heard ANYTHING about redheads? To be vague, I'm living proof that gingers are freaks in the bedroom. YOU CAN'T HANDLE ANY MORE INFORMATION.

Question #9: Are you happy with life?

Answer: I'm getting there.

Day 236: THE DAYS. THEY RUN TOGETHER.

So, I woke up this morning (Morning being like 3 in the afternoon for me.) and I was like 123971387% positive that it was fucking Thursday. It wasn't. Today is Wednesday. Which meant that I was supposed to be at work. The only reason I even turned up for work was because my mom told me it was Wednesday. ALL OF YESTERDAY, I FUCKING OBSESSED TO EVERYONE AT WORK that it was my "friday" and told them that I had Thursday and Friday off. NO ONE. NOT ONE OF THE PEOPLE I WORK WITH, told me that it was Tuesday, not Wednesday. Wow. Assholes. Thanks.

So I was an hour late to work today. But it wasn't a big deal. I was kind of surprised that no one called me to ask me where the hell my ass was. When I called into tell J.D he basically just told me to get my ass to work. It's okay. Shit happens. The days, they run together when you work overnight shift all the goddamn time you never know what day of the week it is. Because you come in on a fucking Thursday and leave on Friday. IT DOESN'T CLICK WITH YOUR BRAIN.

Day 235: Decisions. I hate them.

I have no decision making skills whatsoever. I'm probably the most indecisive person you will ever meet. I have the biggest issues making decisions about simple things. Don't throw a life decision at me. Because then I'm royally fucked. If my mom asks me if I want to go to the store with her, I'm like "No. Wait, yes. Wait, no I really don't want to put pants on. Wait, but I need the new issue of Cosmo. But, I can always get that later. But, I never really get alone time with my mom. But, she gets tired of hanging out with me anyway. But, I love her. But, if I say no, she might get upset? If I say yes though she'll probably have me change clothes so that I'm presentable to the public and then attempt to harass me into wearing make up...and blahblahblahblahittyblah etc. etc. etc." And by this point my mom already left and came back.

Seriously though, today I had a problem trying to pick whether I wanted ravioli or spaghetti o's. I get so goddamn frazzled when it comes to decisions too. I've been known to have panic attacks when faced with a particularly hard decision.

There has to be some kind of medication for this shit. Seriously.

Day 234: Shit Yourself Car Rides with Tamara and Erin Installment #4

This is yet again another installment of Shit Yourself Car rides with Tamara and Erin. Though it is quite possibly the most chockfull of quotes blog that you will ever read and after you read this, you might want to call the authorities, DO NOT BE ALARMED, PUT DOWN THE FUCKING PHONE AND PUT SOME DAMN PANTS ON. IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY.

We'll start out with the quote that started it all.

Erin: I hate beer, it tastes like asshole.
Tamara: It tastes like infected asshole. Like syphilis asshole.

Cory: For once your overreactive bladder came in handy.

Erin: Owen, quit looking at in me in that tone of voice.

Erin: Someday I am going to walk into a hospital screaming "I'M PREGNANT! SHE TOUCHED MY KNEE WITHOUT PROTECTION! I NEED AN ABORTION! STAT!"

*driving by manure road*
Erin: THAT WAS NOT ME!
Tamara: I think that's pig shit.
Erin: Trust me, if that was me, I would totally take responsibility. I'd be like "GUYS, I TOTALLY FARTED! In fact, I think I shit my pants."

Tamara: Cory says that Owen wants booby.
Erin: Did you leave some titty juice at home?
Tamara: He won't drink it.
Erin: Tell Cory to let Owen suck on his booby until you get home.

later on that same quote was used again, only I butchered it which also means that another quote ensued.
Erin: Tell Owen to let Cory suck his booby... I mean... Oh my god.
Tamara: CORY DON'T SUCK THE CHILD'S BOOBY!

Tamara: Look, I told you there were half pound reese's cups.
Erin: *loudly* HOLY SHIT.

Erin: Can I come sleep in your bed tonight? We can have a threesome.
Tamara: I don't share well.
Erin: Can you and me just have sex then and Cory can watch? IF HE TELLS YOU HE'S NOT INTO THAT, he is LYING. He totally fantasizes about you with another woman.

Erin: This stuff tastes like shit.
Tamara: Aren't you proud of your purchase?
Erin: No, it tastes like SYPHILLIS ASSHOLE.

Erin: Someone is going to call the guys in the white chair... the white hospital.. the white the white.
Tamara: The white house?!
Erin: The white coats. YES THE WHITE HOUSE. They are going to call Barack Obama and tell them that there are two insane women running around talking about syphillis asshole.

Erin: *itching leg frantically* My leg itches. It's herpes. Herpes of the leg.
Tamara: I got bitten by a herpes bug too!
Erin: YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT THEM HERPES BUGS.

Erin: He said "creame crumpets". Who the fuck spells cream like that?
Tamara: European people
Erin: I'm telling him to stop being so proper. I can't handle it.

Erin: Did you shit on the table? I heard it's pretty common to shit yourself whilist giving birth. They just clean it up and don't tell you about it.
Tamara: No. And I would have known too. I am very sensitive to my body.
Erin: You have a sensitive asshole?
Tamara: Yes, I have a sensitive asshole.
Erin: I'm going to tell Cory that we're discussing your sensitive asshole.
Tamara: Oh, he would know about it. "Cory, it doesn't go in there."

Tamara: *gives Owen a "Disney Princess" Playing card* It's like playboy for babies.

(I thought you should know I pissed myself three times while typing this.)

Day 233: PEE TEST

If I pass the piss test tomorrow, I GET THE JOB AT SHEETZ (which there is no reason for me not to pass the piss test). And then I can officially move. AND GET MY GODDAMN CAT.

Day 232: I hope you know that I won't hold anything back

I am so sick of working for a company that treats it's best employees like shit. The people who complain the least and just come the hell in and do their job, get the most shit thrown at them. Don't get me wrong, I love the casino. I love the people I work with. I love all the supervisors. And I actually for the most part get fucking excited when I get to work. There's only one person that I dislike. I fucking love the fucking hell out of everyone else. So for one person to singlefuckinghandedly want me to quit the place entirely? Is a feat. Of unimaginable proportions.

Day 231: Unhappy but safe as could be?

I have to find my place.
I don't care about love or pain in front of me.
I just want to be happy.

Day 230: I'm a bad influence.

According to my parents because I've had sex before I was married (which by the way, my mother did as well) and because I've gotten drunk a grand total of one time in my life. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Bitch, I haven't had alcohol since JUNE. FUCKING JUNE. I would be able to deal with your shit alot more easily if I had some goddamn Smirnoff recently.

And they are basing their judgement of me being a bad influence on what they KNOW about my sex life. Which they are under the impression that I've only had sex with Max. Ever. In my life. (let me let you in on a little secret: THAT is SO not the case) Now, granted I did wait until I was eighteen to have sex and I have always always always always had protected sex. I'm not stupid about it. Now, I'm not a whore, but I've had sex with more than one man. But I'm not worried about STDs. And if I were to become pregnant I would be able to identify the father without having to drag a list out. It's not quite that intense. I can count how many people I have banged on one hand. And I don't even need the whole hand.

The point is, I waited until I was a goddamn adult to actually make the conscious decision to let a man stick his weiner in me. No, I wasn't married. I was engaged to said man though. But I am an ADULT. I only had sex as an ADULT. How many fucking kids in my sister's high school have goddamn children before they have even graduated??? And I'm a bad influence? Okay, well then you might as well pull her out of goddamn high school because that place reeks of semen, weed and KY lubricant.

And that's another goddamn thing. I have never ever ever ever touched weed. Ever in my life. NO DRUGS. I have never taking any medications other than what was prescribed for me and I have never O.Ded for pleasure or whatever. I HAVE NEVER DONE DRUGS. Never even thought about it.

In fact, I'm probably the best goddamn person my siblings could possibly look up to. I work my ass off at a casino. I work 40+ hours a week. I pay bills. I buy groceries. I have never killed anyone despite the metric fuck ton of shit that I have been through and have to put up with every goddamn day. Yeah, I have had premarital sex. I have drank. And I ENJOYED THE FUCK OUT OF IT. But that's what goddamn adults goddamn do. You want to know what else I have done? I have gone out and gotten my own insurance. I have remained strong despite the fact that I have been raped and beaten. I have been knocked on my ass time after time after time after time and guess what? Instead of just wrapping the noose around my damn neck and giving the fuck up. You wanna know what I did? I got the hell back on the fucking horse and rode on.

I am a published author.
I am a great friend.
I have financially supported many people.
I pay for my own fucking health insurance.
Despite the fact that the world has been against it so much,
I am living.

Living is what's hard. Dying is easy.
I've never been the one to take the easy way out.

Day 229: Stand there and watch me burn

I have nothing to report. I cut coupons today so that I can afford my groceries. It was an eye opening event. I feel like I'm 34 years old. I'm having a mid life crisis. I CAN FEEL MENOPAUSE KICKING IN>

Day 228: That Which Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Stronger

Warning: This blog is probably going to be inspirational. If you can't handle that coming from overly sarcastic Erin Howie, then you should probably peace the fuck out, bro.

So, I get asked by alot of people how I made it through all the shit I've been through. People who have been through even half the shit I have tend to usually either end up killing themselves or killing the people causing them pain. When I'm asked how I did it? It's pretty simple. To go through what I went through sounds like pure torture. And it was. Every last minute of it. But that's not what matters. When Prisoners of War get tortured, do they give up the location of the rest of their platoon? No. Unless they are pussies. No, they endure it with a "you might as well kill me because I ain't telling you shit, bitch" attitude. And the fact that you won't speak, pisses them off enough to keep you alive long enough for someone to rescue you.

The fact that I've been through all the shit that I have been through is honestly what has shaped me to be the person I am today. I can take a lot of shit without breaking. I'm probably one of the most loving people you will ever meet because I've had to love people despite what I've been put through. Some people have no one else to love them. Unfortunately, this will always be my biggest downfall.

I have also learned to spot the bad in people before I risk throwing myself into another shitty situation. Which has probably saved me from alot more trouble than had I not been through what I've been through.

Also, I have developed deeper relationships with people that I choose to let all the way in. I have learned things about myself that I would have never learned had I not been through all of this. Such as this, I don't trust men very easily. I have learned that I seem to have this underlying thought that I think they pretend to be your friend until they get what they want from you and then they will up and leave like you never meant a thing at all. Now, the men who I do let in, can consider themselves lucky because I'm not one to open up.

I also, am someone anyone can come to, because whatever you may have gone through you can trust that I won't judge you, because I've probably been through a lot worse and people judged me and still do. Including my own family.

That which does not kill us can only make us stronger.

I am stronger.

I am strong.

I always have been and I always will be.

Day 227: Are you seriously asking me to take a brain test to operate a goddamn cash register?

So I've been applying for a second job and I was going to apply at Michael's Arts and Crafts store but they have a TIMED exam. And this wasn't a simple exam it was asking me for cubed roots and the circumfrence of an elephant testicle. (dramatizing) but It was some ridiculous shit. I decided that I didn't need this bullshit when it had this question where you were supposed to randomly select a letter that would best fit the world they were describing. A LETTER. WHAT THE FUCK????

Day 226: Warning: This blog may inspire orgasms. Those weak of heart should read with caution. Or a viagara. Whatever works for you.

I got to see Ben and Dorian today. I finally got to give Dorian his birthday presents and I also got to give Ben the Phillies hoodie I got him so that he no longer has an excuse to wear that horrible Steelers hoodie in my presence. (Die hard Ravens fan right here). It was a fun day. We played alot of Super Mario Wii. And it legitimately took me three hours just to get past the first world. And Kahlem, (a friend of Ben's) had to beat the final part of that world too. Though, Kahlem admitted that he and Ben had no social lives during high school and this is why they are so great at video games. Ben's a closet loser. haha.

Though, I've got to be his dream come true, or any man's for that matter. I'm a huge video game freak. And what man doesn't have wet dreams about their girlfriend wanting to sit around in her panties and one of his t shirts and kill shit on a xbox with him? (This blog has basically just turned into a porn film).  Though I do not have many of the up to date game systems myself, I leave that to the boyfriend to provide. Which trust me, on most occasions, they delivered. Ben definitely delivers. He has onlive, a wii and a 3ds. I love playing video games but I get frustrated easily. And tend to throw temper tantrums when I can not understand what the hell I'm doing wrong or what the fucking game wants me to do. A direct quote from tonight: "It keeps telling me to get a woman. I tried. I gave them all an apple. I slapped them in the face with a fish. AND I STABBED THEM. NONE OF THEM WANT TO COME WITH ME!"

Day 225: I GET BENJAMIN TIME TOMORROW

I went through some of my junk downstairs in the basement today. And I discovered that I had a shitload more dvds than I thought I did. I thought I was only missing High School Musical Three and Practical Magic but it ends up I was missing an assload of dvds and I was missing. Don't worry, I have them all now. But instead of having a movie collection of like twenty, I have about forty. That are all my own. Now, mind you my movie collection isn't very exciting. Allow me to list what I can remember off the top of my head:

• Agent Cody Banks
• All of the American Pie movies
• Without A Paddle
• A Walk to Remember
• All of the Jurrassic Park movies
• 28 Days Later
• 28 Weeks Later
• Twilight (unopened)
• Hope Floats
• Love Story (Worst thing I ever spent five dollars on)
• High School Musical Three
• Waterworld
• Dungeons and Dragons
• Becoming Jane
• Runaway Bride (both on Dvd and Vhs)
• Big Daddy
• Raise Your Voice
• Twitches
• Practical Magic
• Rush Hour 1 and 2
• Baby Geniuses

There are a bunch more but I just can't think of them off the top of my head. And I'm too damn lazy to get up and walk the twenty steps it would take to get to my room unless it's to do something EXTREMELY DAMN IMPORTANT like plugging in my laptop whose battery is dying. Because that is a life or death matter.

Day 224: My new favorite show

Raising Hope is finally on Netflix and I had watched a couple of episodes with Max when it had first came on but never got to see anymore of them. So how damn excited was I to see that it was available on Netflix for me to watch whenever I wanted? I pissed, shit, sneezed, hiccupped and had three heart attacks ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

Day 223: Shit Yourself Car Rides With Tamara and Erin installment #3

or two, I have no fucking idea. So, I got off last night at midnight and Tamara and I thought that the best idea for us at the time was to go to Walmart and raid their boxes for our big moving day. Well of course this lead to hysterics. Specifically when we decided to take a two a.m McDonalds Trip.

Erin: WHAT THE FUCK IS A REACON ONION?
Tamara: they are onions that are chopped-
Erin: It's like smelly onions. YEAH DON'T PUT ANY SMELLY ONIONS ON IT.

Drive thru guy: Thank you, pull up to the first window
Erin: I LOVE YOU

*pulling up to trash can full of shit*
Erin: HOLY SHIT, HOW MUCH SHIT IS IN THERE?
Tamara: We're going to get pulled over by some cop and pass all the tests.
Erin: And they'll take us to jail anyway. I would totally be the one if there was a hot cop to be like "Hey ossifer, would you like to search my cavaties?"

Day 222: Guess who turned two today????

     

This little stinker. Happy 2nd Birthday Dorian Michael!

Day 221: BITCHING BLOG: YOU HAVE BEEN DAMN WARNED

I'm starting to seriously hate my job. There is way too much god damn drama and I'm sick of the bullshit of hiring people and then not properly training them. Also, if you are a newbie, you better get your shit straight and when someone tells you that you should probably do something you damn well better do it and not give everyone your little teeny bopper attitude.

And for the person that has been here awhile who already has two statements against you, WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR ASS NEEDS TO STOP BEING A BITCH? If I counted the drawer four times and it's still coming up over ten cents I don't give two shits how you justify it, your drawer is OFF. Get the fuck over it. You don't always have to be goddamn right. Seriously, you're like 40 years old. It is time to grow the hell up.

Also, if someone gets legitimately sick at work. BY LAW, you have to send them home. Don't give me some shit about there not being anyone to replace me. YOU can replace me. Good lord, heaven god damn forbid if you guys have to real work.

By the way, I worked 16 hours out of 24 hours a day TWICE this week for you which ILLEGAL. By LAW you have to give me twelve hours off. And since you've been treating me like shit this week, GUESS WHO'S GOING TO MANAGEMENT about this?
Yup.
Me.
That's who.

Day 220: And I have realized..

that I have sold my soul to Hollywood Casino

Day 219: I have on my pajama pants and I put on a movie to write.

I am officially in heaven.

Day 218: These Midnight shifts are going to kill me.

Because spending the entire fucking day at the casino on sunday was exactly what I wanted to goddamn do. I work from midnight to eight a.m then come back in at three and work to eleven. God, I hate my life.