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Normally, 3 seconds after my head hits the pillow (I've been timed) I start snoring and am out until the alarm goes off. UNLESS Todd doesn't come home, then things like nightmares (the real Willy Wonka from Burning man bowling with little girls heads) and THE FUCKING MOUSE wakes me up. So I listen to it eat something until I lull myself back to sleep. Next day I'm reading with all the lights on and hear it munching; ballsy little fucker, and it runs across the kitchen into a hole under the counter the size of a quarter. I'll admit, it's cute and brown and has a little tail, but I shove a steel scrubbing pad into the little hole and dispose of Todds corn chips.
Now to get rid of the pigeons and sqirrels in the wall. Ideas?


Morning Tech Support:
"Nikki, my ACT has reverted to an earlier database."
"No it hasn't. What do you really mean?"
"The contacts that I entered last week aren't in here."
"Search by first name and see if you are spelling the last name right."
"Oh.... there it is...."

The Evil Family Portrait came back. Todds wearing a dress, I'm 99% naked with some girl giving me head, Evil Dad is Santa No Panta and Evil mom is a clown. That's one for the Christmas card.

I went and saw some friends from high school whom I haven't seen in 3 years... eek... they now like pop-punk (oh christ) and have the alcohol tolerence I did when I was 16. They wore jeans and a t-shirt to a nice restaurant, talk on the cell phone at the table and have shitty jobs in retail.
I left early...
Am I getting old?

My Life

Okay... I think I live like this... though not as often as I'd like:

Bright Eyes: A lover I don't have to love

i picked you out from the crowd and talked to you
said i liked your shoes,
you said thanks can i follow you
so it's up the stairs
and out of the view of prying eyes
i poured some wine, i asked your name
you asked the time

now it's two o clock
the club is closed
we're up the block
your hands are on me
pressing hard against your jeans
your tongue in my mouth
trying to keep the words from coming out
you didn't care to know
who else may have been you before

i want a lover i don't have to love
i want a girl whose just out to give a fuck
where is the kid with the chemicals
i thought he said to meet him here but i'm not sure
i've got the money if you've got the time
you said it feels good, i said i'd give it a try

and my mind went dark
we both forgot where your car was parked
let's just take the train
i'll meet up with the band in the morning

bad actors with bad habits
some sad singers they just play tragic
and the phone's ringing, and the van's leaving
let's just keep touching, let's just keep singing...

i want a lover i don't have to love
i want a boy whose so drunk he doesn't talk
where is the kid with the chemicals
i got a hunger and i can't seem to get full
i need some meaning i can memorize
the kind i have always seems to slip my mind
but you write such pretty words
but life's no storybook
love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt
do you like to hurt?
i do, i do, i do
then hurt me.



Yeah... so sometimes I get urges.




T: "What do you mean she gave you head?"
N: "You were there."
"I didn't think she was giving you head."
"Her face was in my crotch. She kept yelling, 'I want to eat the flower!' And attacked me."
"....You can't keep fucking all these women when I'm not around.... Or I'm gonna find other girls too."
"ALL these girls? Once, you missed it once, sorry. You can't go find other girls, that's not allowed, you can go find a boy."
"The boys I like don't like me."
"Who?"
"****"
"Wow, he'd be fun. Go pick him up."
"I tried a little... and he gave me this look."
*laughs*


Appearently, he hasn't come home in 2 days becuase he's "moping." Which means he's on the couch at Linoleeum with a 6 pack and a bottle of wine...


Hating Mozilla (slow-assed bastard), switched to Netscape 7.