Last night I dreamed of a snake. In my dream I bought a snake and a cage. When I got home, the snake had outgrown his cage and I was on my way back to the pet store to buy a larger cage. In the small cage, he kept popping his head out and I felt bad for him. At some point between home and back to the store I woke up, and I think I just figured out what this dream meant.
My mind being as perverted as it may be, led me to believe that this snake was a "trouser snake". When I bought the snake and the cage he fit, but when I took him out and tried to put in back later, he didn't. I think this is because when you take a "trouser snake" out to play, he grows.
I haven't had any loving in a while, and maybe this has led my mind to wander a bit.
If anyone else thinks this dream may hold a different meaning, let me know. I think I got it down to a T just now!!!
Hope you enjoy my randomness today, I just thought it was funny.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
I Have Been Tagged!!!
Rules:
1) Post the rules, then list 8 things about yourself.
2) At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people
3) Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they've been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.
About me:
1) I love the feeling of brand new socks. There is just something about ripping open a bag of new socks and the feeling of them on your feet. (and no, I don't have a foot fetish)
2) I also HATE feet. I think they are the ugliest part of the body. Probably because when I was younger I almost got run over while I was riding my bike in an apartment complex and instead of braking, skid my toes to a screeching halt while wearing flip-flops, causing me to lose my big toenail. I didn't grow back the same.
3) My real dad and I didn't talk or see one another for 7 years. It was Hurricane Katrina that brought us back together.
4) I totalled my first car 5 days before my mother's wedding to my step-dad and we had 16 people staying in one house with one car.
5) I didn't eat any form of pork for 5 years because I was with a Muslim man for 5 1/2 years and he wouldn't kiss me if I ate pork.
6) When I tried to quit smoking in college and used the patches, I had night terrors every night.
7) I have the ability to ingest an obscene amount of craw fish.
8) I used to suck so hard on my first boyfriend's lip that I bruised/left a hickey on his lip and he would get mad at me.
I am tagging RockStarHour, Pocket GirlFriend, Sharona, MerMer, Cari, Jewelz, MyLifeInWordsAndPictures, Daju
1) Post the rules, then list 8 things about yourself.
2) At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people
3) Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they've been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do.
About me:
1) I love the feeling of brand new socks. There is just something about ripping open a bag of new socks and the feeling of them on your feet. (and no, I don't have a foot fetish)
2) I also HATE feet. I think they are the ugliest part of the body. Probably because when I was younger I almost got run over while I was riding my bike in an apartment complex and instead of braking, skid my toes to a screeching halt while wearing flip-flops, causing me to lose my big toenail. I didn't grow back the same.
3) My real dad and I didn't talk or see one another for 7 years. It was Hurricane Katrina that brought us back together.
4) I totalled my first car 5 days before my mother's wedding to my step-dad and we had 16 people staying in one house with one car.
5) I didn't eat any form of pork for 5 years because I was with a Muslim man for 5 1/2 years and he wouldn't kiss me if I ate pork.
6) When I tried to quit smoking in college and used the patches, I had night terrors every night.
7) I have the ability to ingest an obscene amount of craw fish.
8) I used to suck so hard on my first boyfriend's lip that I bruised/left a hickey on his lip and he would get mad at me.
I am tagging RockStarHour, Pocket GirlFriend, Sharona, MerMer, Cari, Jewelz, MyLifeInWordsAndPictures, Daju
And it Was Over Lick-ety Split
I moved to New Jersey with 2 friends that I met on MySpace; Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911. At this time that number has dropped down to 0. Nanny Mongo 911 should be named differently seeing as how she lost her job, but considering I haven't the effort to think of something appropriate for her without being a complete bitch, I will leave her name as is. Nanny Mongo 911 and I were never as close as Sweet Charity and I were, and I think this bothered her. I think in some twisted way, she was jealous that I would steal her girlfriend from her. I am not homophobic by any means, but I prefer sausage to taco, and that is the way it has always been and always will be. It is a shame to have lost Sweet Charity as a friend, but I haven't the effort to constantly feel the need to justify my words, my actions, and according to Nanny Mongo 911, the way I STARE at people. I have never been told that I stare at people or anything like that, but I'll just let that slide and take her word for it for lack of giving a shit.
Saturday the 16th, I had called Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911 after having dinner with my parents at a restaurant owned by Brinker International. I had taken my car separate from my parents in case I was going out afterwards to avoid having to drive home, get my car, then leave again. They said they weren't in the mood to hang out that night and that we would try to get together the following day. I must clarify that no one is obligated to hang out with me, and personally I wouldn't want to hang out with someone that feels like they HAVE to hang out with me. I was fine with the fact that they were not up for company, told Nanny Mongo 911 the same thing, and drove home where I watched a movie with my parents and enjoyed my recently purchased TV for the first time since I have moved here.
Monday the 18th I felt under the weather and didn't make it to work. I got on my computer at home to check my emails, and Sweet Charity was online. We started talking. She said that Nanny Mongo 911 told her that I was pissed about Saturday and that I hung up on her so things were weird. I told Sweet Charity that I was not upset, that I would call and tell Nanny Mongo 911 the same thing just to reassure that my words were not misconstrued. I left a message telling her this and went on with the rest of my day.
Wednesday the 20th I went over to a co worker's house and watched a movie and on my way home I called Sweet Charity. No answer. At this point I figured something was up because we usually talk a few times a week and I have been getting the cold shoulder.
Yesterday I wrote Nanny Mongo 911 an email asking her when a good time to get my shoes and lunchbox would be. I had left them there the Friday before. We had gone out that night, and I had gone to their house directly from work leaving my belongings there when we went out. She writes me back saying that I can pick my things up on the upstairs porch because they were having company and if that was not convenient, she just didn't know what else to do because they were busy the rest of the week.
I wrote Sweet Charity instead, because she tends to be the more level headed one, and seeing how she was not the one I had talked to on the phone on Saturday I assumed she would be better to talk to. If I told her I was not mad, she should believe it, after all she was not the one on the phone with me and apparently still doesn't know the truth because her idiotic, jealous girlfriend felt the need to turn her against me. I asked her that if that day wasn't convenient seeing as how they were leaving my shit outside, they can opt to send it to me with their postage returned to them for the "inconvenience". This seemed to be more inconvenient for them, so I said I would pick it up and that be the end of it.
I went over there after work and interestingly enough Sweet Charity's coworker, whose wedding I had attended was there as well. I saw her car and heard their voices outside and from below. They were all outside like the immature people I thought they were not. Well, I already knew about Nanny Mongo 911, because when she decided to dump Sweet Charity and take it back a few days later she had dropped me off her MySpace friends list for being there. This is completely another issue that I should get into because she dumps her girlfriend, tells her she is in love with someone else, tells her she still loves her, and that she was doing it for her. This is all bullshit because if she really LOVED her, she wouldn't have dumped her, and she would have been glad that she had a friend like me that was there for her when she was such a mess. She didn't care. She just was rejected by the girl she was still in love with so decided to stick around and retract her break up for the meantime, until it happens again that is.
Needless to say, they are full of DRAMA, and I could care less to deal with all of that shit.
The title lick-ety split has to do with the fact that they are of the lezzy persuasion..... I just thought it was clever. If I left anything out, I will add to it later, enough of the bullshit for the meantime.
Saturday the 16th, I had called Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911 after having dinner with my parents at a restaurant owned by Brinker International. I had taken my car separate from my parents in case I was going out afterwards to avoid having to drive home, get my car, then leave again. They said they weren't in the mood to hang out that night and that we would try to get together the following day. I must clarify that no one is obligated to hang out with me, and personally I wouldn't want to hang out with someone that feels like they HAVE to hang out with me. I was fine with the fact that they were not up for company, told Nanny Mongo 911 the same thing, and drove home where I watched a movie with my parents and enjoyed my recently purchased TV for the first time since I have moved here.
Monday the 18th I felt under the weather and didn't make it to work. I got on my computer at home to check my emails, and Sweet Charity was online. We started talking. She said that Nanny Mongo 911 told her that I was pissed about Saturday and that I hung up on her so things were weird. I told Sweet Charity that I was not upset, that I would call and tell Nanny Mongo 911 the same thing just to reassure that my words were not misconstrued. I left a message telling her this and went on with the rest of my day.
Wednesday the 20th I went over to a co worker's house and watched a movie and on my way home I called Sweet Charity. No answer. At this point I figured something was up because we usually talk a few times a week and I have been getting the cold shoulder.
Yesterday I wrote Nanny Mongo 911 an email asking her when a good time to get my shoes and lunchbox would be. I had left them there the Friday before. We had gone out that night, and I had gone to their house directly from work leaving my belongings there when we went out. She writes me back saying that I can pick my things up on the upstairs porch because they were having company and if that was not convenient, she just didn't know what else to do because they were busy the rest of the week.
I wrote Sweet Charity instead, because she tends to be the more level headed one, and seeing how she was not the one I had talked to on the phone on Saturday I assumed she would be better to talk to. If I told her I was not mad, she should believe it, after all she was not the one on the phone with me and apparently still doesn't know the truth because her idiotic, jealous girlfriend felt the need to turn her against me. I asked her that if that day wasn't convenient seeing as how they were leaving my shit outside, they can opt to send it to me with their postage returned to them for the "inconvenience". This seemed to be more inconvenient for them, so I said I would pick it up and that be the end of it.
I went over there after work and interestingly enough Sweet Charity's coworker, whose wedding I had attended was there as well. I saw her car and heard their voices outside and from below. They were all outside like the immature people I thought they were not. Well, I already knew about Nanny Mongo 911, because when she decided to dump Sweet Charity and take it back a few days later she had dropped me off her MySpace friends list for being there. This is completely another issue that I should get into because she dumps her girlfriend, tells her she is in love with someone else, tells her she still loves her, and that she was doing it for her. This is all bullshit because if she really LOVED her, she wouldn't have dumped her, and she would have been glad that she had a friend like me that was there for her when she was such a mess. She didn't care. She just was rejected by the girl she was still in love with so decided to stick around and retract her break up for the meantime, until it happens again that is.
Needless to say, they are full of DRAMA, and I could care less to deal with all of that shit.
The title lick-ety split has to do with the fact that they are of the lezzy persuasion..... I just thought it was clever. If I left anything out, I will add to it later, enough of the bullshit for the meantime.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tired of Liars
I just have to say that I am so tired of people that feel the need to fabricate the truth. I mean, really, what is the point? I guess if you are trying to get someone to not like someone else, and your opinion holds more value, this could potentially work out for you. If you are of substantial worth as a friend, you know better than to believe what others say. A true friend has nothing to hide, so before you believe what someone else says, just ask them yourself. What do you have to lose? I would rather have a good friend, than a boyfriend/girlfriend that lies to me.....
Just a thought, but more on this later....
Just a thought, but more on this later....
Friday, June 8, 2007
There is Always a Douche at Each Job
So I like my job for the most part, but there is one prick (sitting next to me at the moment) who gets on my last fucking nerve. He may be a nice guy outside of work, but some people are just not work compatible. More on this later. I think he is watching me........
OK, so today he was fine but let us back track a bit........
(insert twilight zone music here)
Yesterday when I got to work my boss asked what I had said to Ugly Metal Band Coworker about my pay checks. The thing is, he asked me why I had 2 checks, obviously in my business, which to me was a little too close for comfort. This had happened Friday, so Monday my boss asked me this and I told him the situation. I told him that Ugly Metal Band Coworker had asked me about my pay, and I told him. I felt uncomfortable doing this, but at the same time I didn't want to lie. I should have just told him that was none of his business and that be the end of it, but I didn't want to be rude.
For the most part, people in my position work on only a salary until their probation is up. I on the other hand, was an exception. I am receiving a base plus a commission and this made Ugly Metal Band Coworker unhappy. I can not help that I have been in the car business for a while and I cannot go back in time to amend his original offer. He agreed to the terms of his employment. I guess I am just a better negotiator.
I thought it was odd that my boss was even approaching me with asking what went down, because I have never been in a job where people have the nerve to ask what I make and then proceed to take it to my boss. Suck it up and go on with your life! When my boss asked me, I relayed verbatim the conversation between Ugly Metal Band Coworker and myself and the proceeded to tell my boss that it was unprofessional to begin with and that I could not even begin to fathom why it was being brought up again.
Work ends and I drive home....
Phone rings.
I answer and it is my boss calling. He told me that he had laid it down to Ugly Metal Band Coworker and that he was impressed with my performance at work. We get off the phone and that was it.
I get to work today and Ugly Metal Band Coworker and I get along just fine and he was actually quite conversational today. I guess my boss did more than just telling him to mind his own business. Whatever he did it worked for at least a day. Hopefully it was a consistent talking to. More on THAT later.
OK, so today he was fine but let us back track a bit........
(insert twilight zone music here)
Yesterday when I got to work my boss asked what I had said to Ugly Metal Band Coworker about my pay checks. The thing is, he asked me why I had 2 checks, obviously in my business, which to me was a little too close for comfort. This had happened Friday, so Monday my boss asked me this and I told him the situation. I told him that Ugly Metal Band Coworker had asked me about my pay, and I told him. I felt uncomfortable doing this, but at the same time I didn't want to lie. I should have just told him that was none of his business and that be the end of it, but I didn't want to be rude.
For the most part, people in my position work on only a salary until their probation is up. I on the other hand, was an exception. I am receiving a base plus a commission and this made Ugly Metal Band Coworker unhappy. I can not help that I have been in the car business for a while and I cannot go back in time to amend his original offer. He agreed to the terms of his employment. I guess I am just a better negotiator.
I thought it was odd that my boss was even approaching me with asking what went down, because I have never been in a job where people have the nerve to ask what I make and then proceed to take it to my boss. Suck it up and go on with your life! When my boss asked me, I relayed verbatim the conversation between Ugly Metal Band Coworker and myself and the proceeded to tell my boss that it was unprofessional to begin with and that I could not even begin to fathom why it was being brought up again.
Work ends and I drive home....
Phone rings.
I answer and it is my boss calling. He told me that he had laid it down to Ugly Metal Band Coworker and that he was impressed with my performance at work. We get off the phone and that was it.
I get to work today and Ugly Metal Band Coworker and I get along just fine and he was actually quite conversational today. I guess my boss did more than just telling him to mind his own business. Whatever he did it worked for at least a day. Hopefully it was a consistent talking to. More on THAT later.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Its my Hair and I do What I Want!
I have decided to do something drastically different with my hair. I have not yet determined the cut I will be getting, but I plan on going a little lighter with the color. Since I have moved to the Garden State, I have been compared to those people that lack pigmentation in their skin, or Albino if you wish. I must say I also dread brushing my hair. It is so long, so curly, and so tangled, that it tends to be a huge pain in the ass to deal with, and I never wear it down. I want a shorter look, but this frightens me at the same time. I have very curly, very thick hair, and the shorter it is, the more of an Afro i have. I need to get some magazines to get some ideas.
Besides this decision, my mom decided to make an appointment at a spa where I may have a consultation with an expert and go from there. First off, my hair is not cheap to do. To give you guys an example, my mom messed my highlights up once and spent nearly $300 just to color it back one color to my natural brown, so if mom is planning an adventure at the spa, my pocketbook will most definitely be damaged from this. It would be nice of her to suggest these places and offer to foot the tab, but for her to offer my hard earned money is a bit overboard. I am not an at home mother with a husband that provides for me.... I pay my own bills, and I have a job that I have to wake up at 5:30 AM every morning to get ready for.
I need some suggestions as far as hairstyles and lengths. Any suggestions would make my decision a bit easier. Out with the old, bring me something new!!
Besides this decision, my mom decided to make an appointment at a spa where I may have a consultation with an expert and go from there. First off, my hair is not cheap to do. To give you guys an example, my mom messed my highlights up once and spent nearly $300 just to color it back one color to my natural brown, so if mom is planning an adventure at the spa, my pocketbook will most definitely be damaged from this. It would be nice of her to suggest these places and offer to foot the tab, but for her to offer my hard earned money is a bit overboard. I am not an at home mother with a husband that provides for me.... I pay my own bills, and I have a job that I have to wake up at 5:30 AM every morning to get ready for.
I need some suggestions as far as hairstyles and lengths. Any suggestions would make my decision a bit easier. Out with the old, bring me something new!!
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