Yeah. I’m a little exhausted.

On one of the late night trips, I unloaded everything from my car into the gated parking area in the back of my building. I grabbed a handful of stuff and ran it up to my apartment. I quickly changed out of my work clothes and ran downstairs to get this stack of crap:

Except … it wasn’t there.

What. The. Fuck? Who would want this stuff? Seriously.

Ok, I could understand the Nerf gun. Who wouldn’t want that?

And maybe even the noodles and the shower curtain. And the clothes.

But the 19″ old school tv? Everyone has flat screens now, and they’re usually bigger than 19″.

I peeked outside the gate. No one. I went to the front door, and it was empty. I asked the security guard if he saw anyone hauling blue totes and he pointed to a guy coming out of the elevator.

“Hey, did you grab a stack of blue totes that were outside?”

“Yeah, those are ours.”

“Uh, no they’re not. That’s my stuff.”

He looked at me with a blank look.

“Look, man. It was 4 things of clothes, a tv, a shower curtain. There was also a dvd player, dvds, a vcr …”

“Uh … well, I don’t know my sister’s number, but if you want to come up with me to her apartment …”

It turns out that this dude’s sister was moving in and she had him and some other guys helping her haul her shit. They assumed my things were hers and took it up.

Good news is I retrieved all my crap. The better news is that she lives on the same floor as me and had 3 guys with her … which means that I got those 3 guys to haul my shit to my apartment on the other side of the floor.

Sweet. Less muscle-work for me.

Good thing he cooperated. I was ready to cut someone over my “antique” television. And my Nerf gun.

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Mostly, everything makes me gag. Water. My breath. My own saliva. And then I focus on that nauseous feeling until I need to puke … which is the aboslute worst feeling in the world!

How do I normally remedy this? Lots of grub followed by food comas.

Sleep fixes everything.

Except when it’s sexy time. In which case, sleep only gets you in trouble and nookie-less.

This would all be fine if I didn’t have anything to do the next day.The problem is that lately I have shit to do every day. Nasty, disgusting, nauseous feeling does not equate to a productive day for me.

Although my alcohol tolerance has suffered greatly due to the chaos that is currently my life, it doesn’t mean that I’ve given up on it completely.

C’mon. I love beer too much. Especially Hefeweizen. MMMmmmmMmMmmm ….. Hefeweizen.

After things in my life settle down a bit, then I’ll rekindle my love for all things beer.

Oh, and I just remembered that I’m going to a Chargers game on Sunday with a friend for her birthday.

Football = Tailgaiting = Beer Reunion

Hey. It’s day drinking. It doesn’t count.

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Yes, I know it’s Tuesday. I’m a busy woman as of late.

**if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm clumsy and fall a lot.

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This week’s playlist consists of mainly rock songs. I’m still trying to figure out which would be better: a random mix of songs, a theme, one genre, or all of the above. Thoughts?

I’ve lived in Long Beach for about five years now and as much as I LOVE it here, it’s time for me to move on.

I feel that I’ve gotten too comfortable and my life has become stagnant. I stopped working towards my goals. I lost that motivation. Most of my time here consisted of working and playing. Now, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that lifestyle. I just want more. And I’ve always wanted more, but I lost my focus because I was too busy having a good time.

And its not that I want to grow up and be boring and not do anything except work and invest. I still want to have fun, but I need to balance the everyday fun with the bigger, better fun. I want to travel. I want to be able to take real vacations every year. I want to get married, buy a house, and have kids that I can provide for. I want the ridiculously expensive furniture, interior design, and electronics. And I want a comfortable retirement.

I want to live the muthafuckin’ life.

No one’s going to hand me that life. I need to bust my ass and get it myself.

And I never thought I’d say this, but getting laid off last year was probably the best thing that has happened to

me lately. It reminded me that even when times were rough, I still handled my shit and got myself out of it by my damn self. And it made me appreciate employment much more than I ever have.

After the new job, the next thing on my list is to get my own place. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m moving me and my doggies into an apartment in LA. Not everyone is a fan of what I’m doing, but I can’t please everyone, right? Nor should I even be attempting to. It’s about me and it should’ve always been about me. I lost my focus for a bit, but I’m back on my shit.

Since I have to transition the pups from being crazy outside dogs to well-behaved inside dogs, I’ve been practicing and have had them sleeping with me in my room at night. Bastards have been doing extremely well!

Oh, and outside dogs usually mean fleas, especially in my neighborhood. So I chopped all their fur off because I figured it would be easier to get it under control.

I’m not a dog groomer. They look horrible. Scrappy looks like a zebra and Buttercup looks like she’s sick. Oh well. At least they’ll stop scratching and be generally happier. What? It’s not like it won’t grow back.

I tried taking a picture, but its hard to get them to stop and say “cheese”. So here’s a video. Hopefully this posts correctly and you don’t have to turn your head sideways just to watch. My apologies ahead of time. I am posting again from my phone. Also, I had my music blasting. You might want to turn down your speakers a tad.

Chances are they’re smarter than your dumb ass.

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There’s no theme this week, only a bunch of songs that I like. I’m pretty sure this is going to be the format most of the Music Mondays unless otherwise stated.