Dear Diary, Poo Boy did it again. I looked in the drain friday night and saw it. But it was too late, I had already finished showering. Why does he do this? Im sick of asking myself this question. Whats even grosser is that I dropped my toothbrush and the handle ended up in the drain. Hes going to be 17....why the fuck isnt he potty trained! I swear I am going to get a camcorder and find out whats realy going on.
In other news... These steroids have me all messed up. I had to leave work early because my stomache felt like it was ripping apart. I had my morning dose with milk, and then my afternoon dose with a slice of deli ham. When you consider that I was supposed to take each dose with a full meal, you can see how I got so sick. But shit, I never eat in the mornings let alone 3 damn meals.
I have X-rays tommorrow. My back is still killing me. Bla, bla, bla...
So I went to see Cher a few days ago at work (where I was fired about a year ago). It was wierd to be back in that old "Day Spa". I saw all the things I helped put together, my old desk, and the same old products that havent been sold in over a year. HA!
Cher was at the mall today when I called her so she came by to see me. She was suprised that my desk was squished way in the back of the salon. She called it a dungeon and said no one would know we did nails there. NOT the first time that has been said to me. I wish my bosses would move me up front, but oh no...we need precious retail (that we dont even sell) space.
One good thing... I finally got my hair cut RIGHT! It looks amazing. I had a girl at work cut and color it. Everyone got mad at me 'cause I went to a SuperCuts and got a cut that super sucked. I had told the girl spikey, and she left it all drab and boring. It just laid flat on my head like a helmet. I looked like one of "the monkees". So they fixed it for me at work. Now its spikey, with chunky bangs, razored out, and texterized all over and its colored a deep, dark, gorgeous red. Its very alternative and funky and its the best damn cut and color I have ever had. Cher saw it and wants the same thing :)
I keep having these dreams about my uncle. I never talk to him, so I dont know why he keeps popping in my head. I dreamed I was having a birthday party, and lots of people that I knew (but really dont know) were there. Someone said something about being gay and so I started running away. It looked like I was running through a muesuem/ train station type place. I found a chair and hid underneath it and thats when my uncle saw me. I could hear him thinking "Is that Ley", and then I just fell asleep under the chair. Wierd.
You know what I hate? those check verification systems. I wrote ONE bad check a year ago and now many places wont take my checks. Of course I PAID the check that bounced, but that doesnt seem to matter. I'm going to have to call this "SCAN" check verification company and give them a piece of my mind. There are criminals out there who steal peoples checks, and people who purposely write bad checks repeatedly. They need not worry about me and my one measly check.
*SIGH* I dont know. I got phone call from Kansas today. I can only assume its from a girl I met over the internet more than a year ago. We lost contact, then now she calls me out of the blue. I didnt recognize the number so I didnt pick up the phone. I probably wouldnt know what to say to her anyway...but I'm sort of hoping she calls me back. She was a cool friend and I hope shes doing OK.
XOXO,
Ley-if I go to SuperCuts does my brother go to PooperCuts-Ley
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