melissa / mayhem

just gave 2 weeks notice

and it feels great.

i never want to be that person who complains about their job all the time.

just called Cafe Beaujolais to make my bday dinner reservations

i just about creamed my undies talking to the French guy on the phone.  hottest accent ever.

bon appetit, indeed.

insomnia happened last night.

i took the opportunity to watch Hoarders and see the cat lady. (I fast forwarded thru the crying/suicidal gay kid.)

right when the animal control lady said something about the cats eating the dead carcasses, my cat came into my room and meowed.

i screamed, “oh my god, blanket!  i don’t want you to eat dead cats!” to myself at 2am.

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i was also reminded of my old roomie in SF.  She had 7 cats. she kept the fucking litter boxes about 3 feet from our food.  fucking disgusting.  (she was also pretty fucking disgusting too.)

every december, my family has an advent calendar.  every year, my mom lets my brother open the first day, and every year, i have a small argument about the fact that I ALWAYS open the odd days and my brother is supposed to open the even days.  My birthday falls on an odd day.  jeez, mom…….every year.

BUT THIS YEAR, my brother is not here.

The whole advent calendar is mine.  Very exciting.

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I was supposed to see Precious today with B ($6 Tuesdays @ the Laemmle!), but I think she might be mad at me.   :(

I want to make pancakes and put whipped cream on them.

I’ll probably watch SVU all day.

Maybe I’ll go to Starbucks, get a peppermint latte, and do some homework.

I told myself I’d go to the gym, but this job has RUINED my gym for me.

I’m in a cunty mood again.  Thanks PMS.

whine whine whine boo hoo

the most enlightening part of my day just occurred in the last 30 mins.

the girl who is going to be fired (and she is aware of this because the manager opened the email about her termination in front of her) is giving me all the inside details of this place.

Turns out, the general manager didn’t even want the spa manager to hire me!

It’s great to feel unwanted.

red wine + pretending i’m gonna get around to doing homework + gray sweats + comedy central movies with all the cuss words taken out + complete & total mind numbing boredom (sans weed, obvz) = my hot saturday nite.

DON’T HATE…