::sigh::

::cliche::

megalomanic, a nice condition if you're going to classify the way you want to go crazy.

too much to say.  things never work out how you predict.  especially not in my life.  i got to a point of being content and looking towards that happy horizon when someone grabbed my arm and said, "woah there, woah- u-turn."

woah- i've hated that word since joey lawrence coinned it.  and since he thought the gel swoop hairstyle was a good idea.  whatever happened to that blossom chick?  not that i mind in the least...

i got fired.  that's one of those sentences that stop a conversation dead in its tracks every time.  i hated that job with all my heart, but still worked my ass off every damn day... and every damn night for that matter.  i had wanted to quit for months, and when it happened was eerily relieved.  my bosses were the greediest, self-serving individuals i've ever met.  i'm not programmed like that.  i did everything i could to try and cover my ass.  i kept journals, i reported illegal gray area stuff to higher-ups, i even tried to open up communication with the devil himself... but in the end i took the walk of shame.  my ex-co-workers have been supportive.  i'm still getting a healthy play-by-play on anything and everything my bosses have problems with now that i'm gone.  and even though i know i couldn't really have done anything about it, it's still a slap in the face to have to say i got fired.  i'm on the advantageous and incredibly over the top optimistic search for a job.  it's still hard getting the motivation to just get started with the process each day. 

this area is so expensive.  i'm becoming disenchanted.  i loved growing up here, it's a shame.  i've never seen an area like northern va.  nobody believes me when i describe the overflowing, extremely brand new population.  everybody (*present company excluded) has become snobs and is losing motor vehicle operating skills everyday.  i'm on the search for a prospective city to call home- ideally with a plethora of available sugar daddies.

our tribe won our court case.  it's been ongoing for almost a year now.  it's confusing, but my family is one of three reservations that were originally to be split between all native american descendants from the founding families.  throw in three casinos and a billion dollars later and you have corruption, deception, and down right scandal.  this is a big plus- a lot of the families REALLY needed some relief and a check mark on the side of integrity is always a plus in my book.  there's talk of possibly building a ski resort as a new attraction.  maybe i could try my hand at a professional snow bunny?  and if that doesn't pan out, i'm sure i could start a new reality soap opera.  my part will be played by the barely legal beauty that looks great in rags and looks nothing like me!!  i LOVE reality tv.  as in love meaning hate.

my gecko is doing great.  we found out it was a "she".  i had the pleasure of bringing up the birds and the bees to my mom several times as i told her what we learned from the books.  i have a little pang of guilt because we still haven't named the gecko.  she goes by "the gecko" (see previous mention of "the gecko").

i went to best buy on black friday with my mom.  we got there at 6:40 and had a THREE HOUR wait in line.  i would have never waited that long except they make you think you're in one of the million lines winding around the entire store... oh no... oh no... it's just one.  i had bruises on my legs from kicking around a stereo box and other oddities.  best buy, you make me sick.  i hope you can sleep at night.

i need a job- i think too much when i don't work.  that's dangerous.

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::cliche:: 

the new addition to my family arrived yesterday.  or... was picked up yesterday. 

an albino leopard gecko

nearly newborn, beautiful boy/girl- i'll have to get back on that

absolutely perfect

even i couldn't make this up...

in the past two weeks:

-i've been to the outerbanks and back

-looked into the eyes of a tornado

-remembered a favorite childhood game

-had my bf's car towed, and partially demolished, from my house

-spoke with my favorite law firm (tow truckers, unite)

-had my share of drama

-wore the same outfit to work two days in a row

-screamed (multiple times)

-played office bitch

-started a personal vendetta with fedex

-breakfast at the CIA

-flew a kite for the first time- ever

-celebrated 5 birthdays- 2 twice

-broke a bowl

-dreamt of the future

-invested in the ideal

-peed in a reststop with a singing stall mate

-clothed myself in an "i'm with the band" t-shirt

-kirked

-stared into the sky

-given two-fisted super-fingers to a copier

-danced in the dark

-loved someone new

life is sometimes the most exciting when you can't hold on.  every now and then the only thing holding back happiness is a good hip shake and head bang.

two years…

a different time, a different person.  i’ve gotten to know myself with your help.

we started dating exactly 2 years ago today.  anyone can tell you, hands down, how different we are.  yet, even with all our differences, I’ve never felt like I had a better friend.  disagreeing is our forte.  politics, religion, and colorful view points in general were not always seen eye-to-eye; but without those loud brawls, i would not know where, or how, to stand for something.

you introduced me to bold opinions, not giving a fuck, and going without make-up if I felt like it.  i can be myself with you.  with your encouragement, i’ve challenged sluts, “no’s”, and work force slavery.  growing isn’t always easy- i know i can be a handful.  you were there when i really needed a kick in the pants and a kiss on the knee.

with our ups, and mutual pms times, it’s certainly been a journey.

this isn’t meant to be a reminiscing, soppy note- we’ve never been much for that- but I’d like to put credit where credit is due.

thank you for the ride, it’s been bumpy, but it wouldn’t be what it is if i didn’t have someone to take me there at 130mph.

i love you!