Big Changes

I'm actually in the air flying to Las Vegas this very moment. Maybe I'm a little slow cause I didn't know they had Wi-Fi on planes.

I didn't realize how hard leaving was going to be until the Boy Son started crying that he didn't want leave Frijolero behind. It broke my heart when he kept screaming that he wanted to go home.

We had both sat down with him weeks ago and explained to him that me and him were going to be moving to Las Vegas and that Frijolero would be saying behind and he seemed fine with the whole thing, he was even somewhat excited... until today.

I guess the reality of it all hit the little guy and well, lets just say, I'm not exactly his favorite person at the moment.

I know that in time he'll adjust to the changes, but it still sucks.

Hopefully, he wont stay mad at me for too long, and as long as Frijolero keeps an active role in the Boy Sons life, I think he'll be ok.

Good-Bye, East Coast

I haven't really told too many people that I'm leaving the east coast and heading out west to Sin City.

I don't think that I've even bothered to mentioned that me and Frijolero are separating, more then likely, for good. I would go into detail but there's really not much to tell. It was sudden and random, pretty much like everything else in our relationship. So there you have it.

I'm picking up the U-Haul today, packing it up, and sending Frijoleros cousin and his super hot girlfriend to drive my stuff and the dogs to the other side of the country.

I don't have a lot of stuff. Just boxes of clothes, the Boy Sons bed, the dogs, and my stripper pole. I'll be damned if some new hoochie slut rubs her vagina on my stripper pole. It took me 2 years to convince him to buy it for me in the first place!

So that's pretty much it.

I would've love to do the drive cross country again, but we can't all fit into the U-Haul truck, so I'll be flying out on Saturday.

Good-Bye, East Coast! I know I'll be back since we all know the East Coast has the best beaches *cough* Miami.

Well I guess I have to come back regardless since Frijolero does live here and Boy Son is obviously going to have to come back from time to time to visit.

So good-bye for now, but I'll be back....

Chinchilla Funeral

As some of you may know, my chinchilla, Echo a.k.a Chinchilla a.k.a. Tila Tequila, passed away on Sunday, August 16, 2009.

It was a sudden death and we're not really sure why she died. I suspect that she died of a broken heart because Frijolero has decided to end our marriage and we're separating. (Consider this the official announcement).

Like any other loving pet owners, we had a funeral for her.



It was a real labor of love. It fucking took me like an hour to dig a whole big enough to fit the whole shoe box she was getting buried in.



I'm gonna miss that little fucker with all her soft fur and sharp little teeth and all the weird noises she use to make in the middle of the night.

I'll miss how I was always saving your ass from the so-called "friends" you had who were always threatening to skin you alive just to make a partial scarf or coat from your super soft fur. Oh wait... Those were my friends who did that.

All the same, I miss your little hairy butt. So sad...

Here's to you, my little bundle of fur.

In Loving Memory of Echo a.k.a., Chinchilla a.k.a., Tila Tequila

c. 2008 - August 16, 2009

My Job Sucks

It's no secret that I hate my job. It's gotten so bad that I think I may actually, physically be allergic to working or at least, working where I'm currently working.

Sounds crazy, right?

But it's true...

Everyday, I go to work, and everyday, no more then 30 minutes after arriving, I start getting a headache which gets progressively worse throughout the day. Then there's this nauseating feeling that I get, which makes me feel like shit.

And everyday, as soon as I leave, I suddenly feel better again.

I should just quit... But then I'd have no money... And that would suck...

I've been doing some job searching because I really starting to feel stressed out. Everyday, I come in to work to face the Evil Troll who attempts to bark orders at me while I'll sit there and ignore her existence.

Not to mention the evil clients and their stupid lies and bullshit. You know damn well that I told you that you were going to have to pay $125 to have your house cleaned and not the $80 you keep trying to get away with. If you wanna bitch about the price then I suggest you stop fucking calling me to schedule you a fucking appointment, because I really don't give a fuck about you getting your damn house cleaned.

You're the asshole who decided that you were too fucking busy, or too fucking important to get your hands dirty to clean your own damn house. If you can't afford it, then I suggest you make the time or find some illegal who doesn't know any better.

It's a pretty fucked up thing when you have to take Benedryl everyday when you get to work. But it's the only thing that stops the headaches and the nausea.

My conclusion: Without a doubt, I'm allergic to my job. It's either the job or the Troll, either way, I really need to find a new job ASAP.

Preferably, in Las Vegas. And within in the month or 2. Anything before then is a also a huge plus. FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK.