tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89945750850262854332011-07-08T09:37:07.447-05:00Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-19448123495746789992010-07-21T13:16:00.004-05:002010-07-21T13:34:48.287-05:00

I fucking call bullshit!!! What the motherfucking hell is wrong with people? And why do some people have the brainpower of a dead battery? I realize that being a neighbor sometimes means having to be nice to people who you'd rather see thrown into a garbage disposal, or dealing with incestuous young folk that move in with them, and their ridiculously bad language that's loud ALL THE FUCKING TIME

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So, there is an older woman who basically took over my job at this place I used to work. She is a lawyer but doesn't practice much anymore, hence the crap part time job she now has. She is divorced once, remarried and has four kids total (I think). I've never really liked her much but I just have to post this story I recently heard about her. And when I say heard I don't mean through some snotty

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Good fucking grief. Sometimes I really don't understand what makes people tick. Or rather, what makes people dicks. I swear the teenage generation gets skinnier, dumber and more whore-y as the years go by. My friends and I were NEVER that annoying. I'm sure to some people we were, and I'm sure everyone says things like that as they get older, but no fucking way were we that prissy and

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Today would have been my Grandpa's 94th birthday. It's been so long since he was around it seems like a forgotten dream to try and picture him here. So many things have been void of his presence and sometimes it's overwhelmingly painful. I was very close with him and when he died it was the first time I had experienced a death in the family. It destroyed me for a very long time. Not to mention I

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It's almost 10pm and I'm at home feeling weird and extremely overwhelmed and emotional because I take my favorite shows (well, my absolute favorite and one other) uber seriously. These two said shows aired their season finales this evening and I have no problem admitting that my eyes are rather puffy and I have a slight headache from crying. Yeah? So the fuck what. Most of the shows I watch I'd

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-7385316382646379082010-05-04T22:39:00.002-05:002010-05-04T22:56:44.347-05:00

...and no, I'm not talking about the "whoops, I did something bad" kind of "bad girl"... I'm talking about the "Holy Fucking Hell I can't deal with the girly-ness of this situation!" kind of "bad girl". (And, fuck me, that was a lot of quotations in one sentence!)See... here's the thing. I don't have girl friends. Well, that's not 100% true. I have a few close girl friends. Enough that I

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Well, so much for our dreams of becoming famous and witty bloggers. Yeah, that wasn't our dream, but it's good to know that actual lives have been keeping us from blogging, and not the fact that our mom's kicked us out of the basement and we haven't been able to find a Starbucks with free wi-fi. It's been many-a-moon since I've posted, but I see that my partner in crime let loose about New Year's

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In my attempt to be all "WHOO IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE LET'S GET CRUNK UP IN HERE! WHOO! WHOO! HEY YA'LL IT'S ANOTHER NEW YEAR! WHOO!" (lmao at myself) I would like to mention how I've spent the last half dozen New Year's Eves.31 Dec 2003: Lived in the 'plex and had a party with all the roomies. Our friend's band played downstairs and all the drinking was to be maintained upstairs. (FYI- I was 18) I

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I should be spoiled, but I'm not. My dad's side is Jewish and my mom was raised Catholic and now they're both... uh, neither one of those. So yeah, I celebrate my Jew power in my own special ways. And with CB's help of course. I haven't posted in over a month because the end of my semester was crazy busy, so here are my top 3 (maybe 4, or 5) things I'd like to talk about:One. I'm not going to

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...and no I'm not trying to be politically correct. I'm "spoiled". Since my father's side of my family is Catholic and my mother's side of my family is Jewish.... I get both damn it. And by the way, when you're a kid, it seems all awesome and great cuz HOLY SHIT you get 8 days of presents AND you get Christmas. Holy awesome-ness of a shit ton of gifts right!? Yeah, well when you get old...

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-10230973738574296012009-11-20T12:27:00.003-06:002009-11-20T12:55:45.480-06:00

I'm struck with a decision to call or not to call. And in order to understand why I guess I need to give a little background. I have a friend..let's call him Impossible. I've known Impossible for about 7-8 years. We started talking because I had another friend who thought he was cute and wanted to get to know him. After a year or so, we got closer and hung out a lot more and we would drive

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-87539235229838589662009-11-15T15:38:00.005-06:002009-11-19T14:31:35.327-06:00

Laying in bed:me: "I wonder who decided that they should be called Boobies?"DS: "Maybe they should be call Yay-bies, cuz it's like Yay, Boobies!"me: "Yeah, but maybe that sounds too much like Rabies or Scabies."DS: "Then they'd think you were itchy or foaming or something"me: "Bad idea...."DS: "Or.. how bout Awebies, cuz they're awesome!"me: *blink* *blink* "That sounds like you have a speech

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So, the other day something happened and in the nights that followed I got this idea to write a huge "piece" as a way of (hopefully) relieving some of the anger and hurt that continuously befalls me because of the other person involved. And, because after all the shit I've put up with, I feel I have every right to get it all off my chest and dis said other person to high fucking heaven and send

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-44697042990245044682009-11-13T09:27:00.002-06:002009-11-13T09:45:14.261-06:00

So... I get bored in class really easily and then I just tune everything out and write crap down. The other day after a particularly funny lunch with a friend, I wrote down this list of things that get on my nerves. Mostly it's things that other people do. Feel free to chime in!Drivers who do not use turn signals.Professors who have super thick (foreign) accents that talk really fast and won't

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-12952629927301091342009-11-03T14:35:00.005-06:002009-11-03T15:13:51.906-06:00

My sincerest apologies for not posting anything on the 31st! In which case...HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN!!!Ok so there's quite a bit to update on and I will try to keep it as entertaining as possible. First, tho, the magnificent blogger website isn't letting me post any comments right now... so... to my loverly CB I say that you will do fine and get those B's in your classes. And if not, we will

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-15241271743781379122009-10-22T14:05:00.003-05:002009-10-22T14:22:52.350-05:00

So, currently I SHOULD be paying attention in my MIS class. But seeing as how I can barely understand my prof and his voice annoys me and I already DID the thing he's talking about, I have chosen to ignore him and post. It's way better. Anywhore. My day started out pretty amazing. I got up and actually got to see Doc Sexy before I left for the weekend. I had to pack up my cats and the Foo to

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So I've just been having the most incredible day. Last night I had THE worst nightmare I've ever had in my life. (Yeah, nightmares...that's a story for a different day...) It woke me up around 12:15 a.m. and I cried for a solid half hour. But, when my alarm woke me up at 6:30, I felt great. Like, that's-not-possible-with-my-nightmares great. No side effects. No headache. No feeling heavy or slow.

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-7683100999042469562009-10-05T16:15:00.002-05:002009-10-05T16:18:29.188-05:00

We've got a pretty good orange/red rotation going, so I thought I'd keep it up. Too bad I have nothing interesting to talk about, or anything worth bitching about. I mean, I could dig deep and certainly come up with some shit but I tend to only make swearing funny when I'm truly aggravated about something. *laugh* I've got such a busy week ahead of me. And only 26 days until Halloween. How ever

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-49268485252423774202009-10-05T12:34:00.002-05:002009-10-05T12:51:29.478-05:00

Whew! This was a long long weekend and my feet will never forgive me! Between the rain and the puddles and the boots and the running around (For scary purposes of course) my feet are so sore. But, since it was so nice out yesterday it made up for the suckiness of the rest of the weekend.Anyway, the purpose of this particular entry was to get something off my chest. Again. I tend to rant and rave

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-7009133503015197212009-10-02T22:39:00.004-05:002009-10-02T22:47:15.252-05:00

I just wanted to note that this is also my favorite time of the year and Halloween is also my favorite holiday. Hell, it's my favorite day. Ever. Period. And that I miss CB very, very much. Especially since the last time we got to spend Halloween together was 2007. I'm getting very ancy. Only 29 more days...Oh and a little update, in case any of you (CB... that one other person who left a comment

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*yawn*I intended on posting something really complex and detailed and all that good stuff but that's just going to have to wait for another day. This week is certainly a hell week for me. I drove up from "Way Far Away" on Sunday, went back Tuesday and drove up again this morning and my eyes are super heavy. (I don't get to go back to "Way Far Away" until Tuesday. And that means I don't get to

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-59476436031754971952009-09-29T12:10:00.002-05:002009-09-29T12:54:51.864-05:00

First off I would like to say... Happy Fall! "It's the most wonderful time of the year!" Secondly, I would to say... BLOODY FUCKING HELL. Now that I've got that out my system, I shall explain.Yesterday. Monday. An increasingly evil day, as I get older, I've noticed. Funny how that works. Actually, I need to start with last Friday. I had a little "slip up" and joined this other dating site (why do

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-91542906081317473002009-09-24T12:27:00.004-05:002009-09-24T12:29:05.641-05:00

I'm seriously thinking about moving to Russia. And that's all I really wanted to say. Oh, that and I have a new obsession. His name is Chris Colfer. UJ

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-83885570103881434042009-09-21T10:56:00.003-05:002009-09-21T11:02:05.536-05:00

Ooo, bad us for not posting in a while! We've been busy little bees. Well, CB has definitely been busy with moving south (for the winter?) and I've been busy dealing with the stupidity of men. Haha. Not fully, but that's the first thing that popped into my head.A little update for all one (apparently) of you who read our blog: I dumped Cpt. Stoneage a week ago. And if what I am about to say makes

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-77918584143491782892009-09-20T16:39:00.003-05:002009-09-21T14:49:05.320-05:00

Whew! What a weekend! Since Doc Sexy and I moved last weekend to "Way Far Away" I have spent way more time in my car than I'd care to remember. But we had to spent A LOT of time in it this weekend.Saturday morning we had to get up super early, drive 3 hours northeast to drop off the pups at the kennel (we really like our kennel and haven't found a new one yet), DS dropped me off at an audition (

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I really can't take this shite. I mean, I know there are people in the world who are just fucked in life. Born with an unimaginable illness, living in a third world country, orphaned, cursed, etc. But I never considered that I might be one of them.For someone who has always said I "wear my heart on my sleeve" I sure should look into getting at least a see-thru cover for it or something...because

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-7538599184629332582009-08-31T10:51:00.004-05:002009-08-31T11:14:56.358-05:00

I'm moving in 2 weeks and....I hate moving.Ok... so it's not the moving part that I hate, it's the packing. Oh the packing. It's so tedious. Ya gotta sit there and look at all the stuff you own and decide what box is it going in, can it really be packed away now, does it need bubble-wrap. OMG I love me some bubble-wrap... amazing stress reliever. *pop* *pop* Just amazing. I started packing back

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-12585754296558376432009-08-27T10:49:00.004-05:002009-08-27T13:06:04.597-05:00

Oy! Ya ever have one of those days that starts out completely dull but you have all these great intentions for what you're going to accomplish, only for it all to get shot to hell and something weird or crazy happen? Yeah, yesterday was totally one of those days. I got pretty excited yesterday morning when it was raining and gloomy because I knew then there was nothing that was going to distract

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-46826719532900844742009-08-26T16:57:00.003-05:002009-08-26T17:40:59.663-05:00

I have this bedtime ritual of going to pee, then laying in bed and playing Scrabble on my cellphone until I can't keep my eyes open anymore, going to pee again, and then crashing for the night. It's a little bit funny (this feeling insiiiiide...) to me because I always "graciously" point out how certain people I know practically have their cells plastered to their faces, and most nights I can't

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-32284332524447165992009-08-25T21:01:00.002-05:002009-08-25T21:23:31.649-05:00

What up G unit?Contrary to how I just opened up my post, I am really quite awesome and not a 12 year old trying to use that thing we all call "popular slang." Or posting this at the mall using my cellphone that mommy and daddy paid for. Or holding a bag from Victoria's Secret thinking what I bought will impress this guy I like who will probably end up giving me an STD that hasn't been identified

Robbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510954028115714830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994575085026285433.post-45498057651537451452009-08-25T18:11:00.000-05:002009-08-25T20:37:59.193-05:00

HI! So, here I...well... WE are!Okay, so here's how this happened. Basically I sit around all day being unemployed and whatnot and I read a TON of blogs. Yeah, a shit-ton. It's like a new addiction or something. So, I wondered, "How hard could it be?" I mean, I'm sure it's hard, but I've had on-line journals and all that fun stuff so why not, right? However, I'm not sure how much I want to

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