Merry Christmas Eve Eve, Christmas Eve, and Christmas, my little bitches!! ;)

This is a little sneak peak into how I spent my evening yesterday...

This had me cry-laughing!! I HEART 0:41-1:21!

David: Look at us. I'm frozen and you're dead, and I love you.
Sofía: It's a problem.

--from Vanilla Sky (one of the best movie quotes, by far!)

So what are some of your favorite movie quotes?

...time to start spending money on my favorite person again....ME!

I went out and bought every book I've been meaning to buy since November (plus the suggestion of "Koolaid Acid Test" from soulofajedi's recent "should read" post =). I just picked up the following from Borders:

Bridget Jones' Diary
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas
On the Road
The Electric Koolaid Acid Test

Next splurge will be on music & DVDs!

I noticed that I can't sleep for the life of me, lately! I wonder if that's a weird symptom of overexhaustion? I've slept no more than two hours in the past three nights...it's turning into a wicked cool buzz =)

I went to Pottery Barn for the first time today. I couldn't help but get this feeling that it is just a way snootier version of Pier 1...either that or it's just the location I went to. I went to the store on the Upper West Side (67th & Broadway), and I noticed that the only people shopping (besides myself) were these rich Upper West Side people...snoot city! Everything was way overpriced, and everything was just too..I don't know...Pier 1's stuff is so much warmer and cozier. I couldn't seem to find anything that shouted out "buy me!", but I did make out with a nice wicker basket and a fuzzy wine-holder/turned-pillow...I made a cute little bed out of it for my oldest cat, Topanga. The staff was nice and all, but I'll stick to Pier 1 in the Village, thank you!

Am I the only person on Earth who enjoys going to the Laundromat? I go every Saturday morning. It's so warm and cozy in there. The smell of dryer sheets combined with watching the spinny motion of the clothes in the dryer induces a peaceful trance that I wish I could indulge myself in more often!

I'm a loser, I know! ;)

I really have to start being more aware of what's going on with my body and be in less die-hard work-mode.

I came down with a very bad sore throat and cough on my overnight shift on Saturday, got home yesterday morning around 9am, and had to leave to go back to work around 2pm. I felt worse, had a fever, felt nauseous, but went in anyway. I figured it was just a cold, no worries! I drank much tea, didn't eat anything beyond pretzels, and let out these coughs that sounded almost like a fog horn.

By 11pm I had a fever of 102.8 and popped a few advil. I had another hour and a half at work, and my body was killing me. A smart person would have just called the Front Office manager and said they were on death's doorstep and were leaving early. Or better yet, a smart person would have called out period. Not me.

I worked the rest of my shift, got off at 12:30am, and started to make my way to the train with my friend Jen (who also got off of work at ungodly hours). I got dizzy on the way out of the hotel, and I got dizzier outside once I hit the cold air, and collapsed. One minute I was fine, next minute I couldn't tell what direction the ground was and couldn't grab onto anything to balance myself. I banged my head, my knee, scraped my hands, scraped my lip, and chipped a tooth (it's so small it's not even noticeable, THANK GOD!!!!)

I gave up on the train and got a taxi. Thank God Jen was walking with me! =( When I got home, I was seeing double, the room was spinning, I got sick to my stomach a few times, and had the worst headache I've ever experienced! I wouldn't even wish that headache on Fucko...that's how bad it was!

The sick part....I was debating on whether or not I was going into work today!! I still am, kind of...but everytime I sneeze I get dizzy. I think I just have to bite the bullet and admit that I'm hideously sick and need a day of laying around in my Old Navy hoodie & sweats. I hate calling out sick though...I seriously feel like a jobless bum when I call out (even though I spend more time at work than I do at home)!

I am idiot. Hear me cough. And sneeze. And bitch that I feel like crap.

For the love of God, Britney, buy some panties! If you insist on going commando, at least be mindful of the fact that you are indeed pantiless when you are getting out of cars. No one wants to see that!

::if you don't know what I'm referring to, lucky you!::

Okay, I just got back from my bank. ConEd tried to withdraw the payment FOUR times, so my bank put a freeze on my account and didn't bother to inform me. ConEd tried to withdraw again last night, hence the negative balance.

Everything is sorted out, and I now have moola back in my account.

Moral of the story...ConEd is getting paid via money order from now on, and I really need to switch to a better bank.

I tried to do my mom a favor by paying her bills for her. I had plenty of money in the bank to cover her bills and my expenses...that is, until ConEd decided to take double what I authorized out of my account...

...my current account balance is now -$87.00

I have to call ConEd and yell at them tomorrow. Good times, good times.

Can anything else go wrong this month?

I caught myself worrying about him earlier...I was walking home from work and it was chilly out, and I thought of him sleeping on the streets...but I reminded myself of how he held our friendship in such "high regards" and moved on with my thoughts.

I'm handling this much better than I thought. Either that, or the situation hasn't fully hit me yet. I've actually been working too damned much to focus on much of anything regarding my personal life (which may be a good thing).

I had the opportunity to have a fling with a hot Aussie guy who works in the hotel bar (who's been flirting with me since I started working there), but after considering it I said "The hell with it...I'm too tired." Lame, I know. As awesome as a hot-no-strings-attached fling would be right now, I just don't have the energy.

So, here I am...watching music videos on channel 188, bathing myself in Victoria's Secret lotion, drinking much tea.

Living the life. Oh yeah. =/

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

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How did I suddenly become people's sole source of income??

Not to sound stuck up, because Gods know I've been through some financial struggle in my time...but ever since I got this job, I've had two friends suddenly latch onto me as "the source" as far as their rent money and cell phone bills go! The first month I loaned out cash to them, because, as I've said, I've been there. I've been in that place where you are short on the rent and cannot afford the bills. It's not a good feeling.

I got calls from them again today, asking for the same as last month. One of them even went so far as to say I "screwed them over" by not paying their cell phone bill this month! Since when have I become their source of extra income??? And mind you, I haven't seen a dime of what I put out for them the first time around.

This is some kind of bullcrap, and I ain't having it!

..until I am the only one left!

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 10 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

"We hope you find a budding and successful career here at Hudson. As far as your not feeling safe on the trains at 2am after your shift..tell it to a priest, because, frankly, we don't give a sh*t!"

That's what was basically said to me (in more professional words) when I brought up an incident that happened Sunday night on my commute home on the Train o' Bums.

I knew this job was too good to be true. Now I'm starting to see the ugly behind-the-scenes reality. The managers want you to accomodate them when someone calls out or if it is insanely busy, but when it comes time to help you out....sorry!

I had a feeling there was something I wasn't seeing. Now I done seen it.

I've learned this weekend that I'm a hypocrite.

I'm a Pescetarian, I purchase hair products and cosmetics that are animal cruelty-free, I've signed petitions in the past to stop unnecessary animal testing....and what did I do yesterday? I fell head over heels with and bought a leather jacket!

I've never been able to afford anything like it for myself, and it is extremely comfortable and warm (not to mention it makes my body look bitchin'!) But I know that's no excuse. My coworker, CJ, tried to make me feel better and said that the cow was killed anyway for human consumption, so why let the rest of it go to waste? But still...

I'm going to go and paste my photo next to the word "hypocrite" in my dictionary, now. Excuse me.