Uh...

drrr...

2011-12-03T01:24:00.002-12:00

Why would anybody go out of their way to let their whole world revolve around someone when they barely exist in theirs?? if that makes sense.. that wasn't grammatically correct. Nor was that spelled correctly.

how ironic...

I was just asked when "our" anniversary is. then told i never remembered because I don't care..

nothings funny anymore.

(except for dane cook, duh!)

30 days.. HA!! i barely have 30 bucks.

2011-09-09T00:21:00.004-12:00

Even though I'm a huge skeptic of the issue, Gangstalkers could be real. Probably not, but they could be. I've been called the leader of (hell yes) and the number one targeted.. I'm really just not convinced nor amused. Although, people skitzin out over the most random everyday things makes me laugh & roll my eyes.. And I am guilty of youtubing the occasional gangstalking videos. Heres my fav..

I've also signed up for the Gangstalkers World monthly newsletter which ive yet to receive. (sKeTcHy) Silly me, when filling out my subscription info I put my name as Jane Doe, but used MalloryCorson@comcast.net as my e-mail.. I'm screwed!!

Anyway, before I go away (maybe) I thought I'd fill everyone in on the dangers of everyday normal activity. NOBODY IS SAFE! ha.

She stands corrected...

2011-08-22T21:14:00.002-12:00

Dear Pregnant B*tch,
Maybe the reason you cant accept a sincere apology like an adult is because you don't deserve an apology. Ive never done anything but try & help you and be your friend. Sure I've talked shit, so have you. Good luck being used then lonely the rest of your life. I tried, get over yourself.

Fear....

2011-08-11T22:19:00.007-12:00

American cockroach adults grow to an average length of around 4 centimetres (1.6 in) and about 7 millimetres (0.28 in) tall.[3] They are reddish brown and have a yellowish margin on the body region behind the head. Immature cockroaches resemble adults except that they are wingless.
The insect can travel quickly, often darting out of sight when someone enters a room, and can fit into small cracks and under doors despite its fairly large size. It is considered one of the fastest running insects.[4]
In an experiment carried out at the University of California, Berkeley in 1991, a Periplaneta americana registered a record speed of 5.4 kilometres per hour (3.4 mph), about 50 body lengths per second, which would be comparable to a human running at 330 kilometres per hour (210 mph).[5][6]
It has a pair of large compound eyes each having over 2000 individual lenses, and is a very active night insect that shuns light.

They're after me & anywhere I want to go or be, they're there. WHY???

(no lie: i could barely google search a roach thats how creeped out i am by them. ha, so imagine the stress I went through to photoshop one in to a picture of none other than...)

Don't get her started on the s p i d e r s...

that was quick...

2011-08-11T21:50:00.002-12:00

Since I'm thirsty....

I got u these too. (sigh) Theyre for your new place I'll congratulate you now on (if you got one). Sorry theyre so big, only size they came in. But poster frames are cheap I think. They're in my trunk in case Im unable to get them to you. :)

Anyway....

"My camera no longer works by the way when you cut wires it fried it. Cool."

Uh, hell ya "Cool"... What's one more thing to backfire on me? I wonder what thatll cost me. Your current debt with me I'm sure. Whatev.. We have been waiting for (another) excuse not to pay me, no?

Grrrr.....

30 Posts-30 Days.

2011-08-11T21:34:00.002-12:00

Or close to something like that... Next & "final" court date is September 20. I have a lot to blog about, so a blog a day should cover a 3rd of it. Grrr... Stay tuned for more bullshitting & pictures, heh.

eh..

2011-05-18T00:45:00.002-12:00

28 years is enough probably.

SmS..

2011-04-20T00:05:00.001-12:00

nuff sed.

thats all.

it is what it is....

2010-09-11T06:11:00.000-12:00

need I define for people the word "Confrontational"?

.. you're weak too. she going to win.

2010-08-07T20:59:00.002-12:00

I'd like to continue, but on the chance that I'm wrong (highly unlikely), I'll just leave it at that.

I can't wish "ya'll" the best.

I do wish You the best.

I can't wish Her the best. Her best probably came a long time ago, and she let it die, just like everything else she once had in her life.

If you talk too much my head will explode

2010-08-07T19:48:00.006-12:00

I don't want you to try and save me,
No I don't want you at all,
If we're through, then you don't blame me,
'Cause that won't do at all

Parts 2 & 3 will go hand in hand so try and follow (if you're even reading this. ha)

it's obvious what you want. i just wish you could see it. but i understand. I've been you.

You're lost. it's depressing.

Generally I would toss in a the wikipedia version of what I'm trying to say... I was thinking exploited. or manipulated. ha, maybe even hoodwinked. (that was an option)

Click on this... This is the future she has planned out for you.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_manipulation
Ironically, (or not?).. this looks a lot like that gangstalking shit. Hmm...

She's the number 1 targeted person by gangstalkers- is what she had mentioned one day.

..ours is just a little sorrowed talk

2010-08-06T18:36:00.000-12:00

this might turn into a trilogy....

Part 1 and most importantly:

i didn't rob you. i never lied to you.

to answer your question as to what my flaw is (if you even remember asking me months ago).....

i think the answer is that I am weak.

i think we both know I was more than patient, cooperative, open-minded, understanding & forgiving.

Promises are just what you want to hear, nothing more.

2010-07-05T11:42:00.003-12:00

So now weve come upon the hardest thing ive ever done
Its telling you that im a mess
What sort of mess i mean
Is self-destructive gasoline
The kind that strips you of your best
And while i play insteadthe way that most would end up dead
You sleep alone at home and wish that i was in our bed
With this im telling you
My color changes back to blue
How do i ask you this
Will you help me through

Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm

Esta chica es un genio. El odio de ella, ella te quiere.

2010-06-19T21:29:00.006-12:00

Just a minor indiscretion
No need to apologise
I don't want this to become an obsession
But I just can't believe my eyes
Evidence in my posession

To you I'm like a flavor that wouldn't last

2010-05-23T21:34:00.002-12:00

Congratulations to you I guess
What else can I say
You're right I'm amazed you show up ten years too late
You sure as hell won't stay
Nothing says rebellion

Like buying in
Buy up all you can

Oh... and of course....

Man I miss my dawgs
Me and you through thick and thin
Me and you through the very end
For only you I'll sin again

and RIP Feliks, if you're even ded. dead.

2010-02-28T14:49:00.003-12:00

there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
and there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds
but seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you
like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear
so tell me now...

I don't hate you...
So tell me now
if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't

second shot goes down with ease
mix emotion mix the potion brings me to my knees
whatever you want, whatever you need
i'll hold my breath until you tell me to breathe..
you never had it that way
it didn't belong to you
but it's here for the taking

So Take It.

well no duh..

2010-02-04T05:37:00.003-12:00

Mallory-
1. Inexplicable. Describes a woman who is mean, bitchy, rude, and stuck up, yet beautiful, caring, funny, and loveable, all at the same time. She is an object of desire, lust, and adoration by all men (and even some women), and that of envy, jealousy, and hate by most women. She is amazing, in all aspects of the word.

2. A beautiful person who everyone likes. Full of knowledge, very smart and wise, Mallory is the best person you will know.

She gives great advice, and one look will make you want her (regardless of gender, although she is hetrosexual).

All around an awesome person.

True Words from Eminem. Who'd a thought?

2010-01-26T13:58:00.006-12:00

The more you, put me through,
The more it makes me wanna come back to you,
You say you hate me, I just love you more,
You don't want me, I just want you more,
I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me,
I know it's sad but it's making me happy,
The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on,
Cause you love me, and I love you more.

It's sick, but who could ever predict,
We'd be doin' the same shit,
We say we do it for our baby but we don't,
We do it for us, it's lust,
Cause neither one of us trusts each other,
So we **** 'til we bust,
Then we cuss each other, out,
We know what it's about,
Shout 'til I throw you out the house,
You throw me out the house,
I throw you on the couch,
Punch you in the mouth,
Fist fight 'til we turn this mother OUT,
And apologize after,
Laughter, pain, it's insane,
We're back in the same chapter again,
And it's sad but it's true,
When I'm layin' here with you,
There ain't nothin' anyone could ever say ever do.

Cause I hate you, do you hate me?
Good cause you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry,

We're both evil in our ways,
But neither one of us would ever admit it,
Cause one of us would have one up on the other,
So forget it,
We can make accusations, people spread rumors,
But they ain't got proof,
'Til they do it's just the two of us,
It's you and me, cause any chick can say that she's screwin' me,

If I ran who would I run to,
That would be this soft and warm,
So it's off and on, usually more off than on,
But at least we know that we share this common bond,

I hope, the only reason that I cope,
Is cause of that fact,
And plus I can bust in that,
And that's why...

I could never understand it,
That's why I don't try,
From junior high until we both die,
It's silly ho why must we try,
Is it really so rough,
That we must always call each other's billy goat's gruff,
Try to pull each other's legs,
Until the other begs,
We're liein' to ourselves,
That's the beauty of it yeah,
Cause we truly love each other,
That's why we always fight,
And all we do is shove each other,
Every other fuckin' night,
And it's clear it ain't gonna change,
It's pent up rage,
We both have,
We both feel like we've been upstaged by someone else,
We've both been,
Someone else's someone else,
Problem is neither one wants help,
It's an addiction and it can't be fixed,
Our family's mixed up,
There's a baby sister in the mix,
And it hurts cause the pieces to the puzzle don't fit,
And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know shit,
And they're probably just tired of hearin' it all the time,
On every song, every lyric, and every rhyme,
All the hoopla, all of the whoopdy whoop,
What you put me through, fuckin' whoopdy doo,

new hair. new school.

2010-01-07T09:41:00.003-12:00

I got a haircut and I made it darker. I layered it even though i'm totally anti-layers.

First Day Of School.

2010-01-06T11:42:00.002-12:00

On Monday- January 11, 2010 I will officially be in school. Kinda Nervous.

Wish Me Luck!

blank...

2010-01-05T16:36:00.003-12:00

I worked so hard at becoming a better person. I sacrificed so much because I knew He was what I wanted.

He was mine again. I was finally happy.

.... He Broke up with me.

What about us...

2009-09-30T17:56:00.005-12:00

Sometimes I wonder if his side of the family still remembers us? They haven't tried to contact us since he left.
Have they replaced us with the new person?
Do we ever even cross their minds? Or are we just those 3 they used to know down in Texas? Do they have questions about us?

How are his girls doing? What's Molly doing since she graduated college? Is Mallory going to college? How is their mom doing? Have they all forgotten about us? Maybe it's just easier not to remember.

Goal.....

2009-09-30T17:14:00.002-12:00

I was going to use the word "fat", but I guess that's taking it a little too far.. So "heavier" describes how I am today.

My goal is to look like this again...
Wish me luck!

Mo Jealousy & Envy comin' from my enemies.

2009-06-13T09:21:00.003-12:00

At first I thought maybe it had rained Paint Stripper that day, but then I remembered I'm not a retarded piece of shit like the person who did this to my car.

<-- Bitch Move. One only a real Bitch could pull off.

I'll be sure to have a talk with my Buick, find out what it's been doing to people to make them resort to this. It should be interesting.

But I'm not stupid, this was to get at me. Shits weak yo! And this isn't over. Keep fuckin' with my shit like a pussy OR be a man and come fuck with me. Whatever the problem is, I can guarantee it's not because I messed with what's yours. So if you have a question/concern/complaint, you know where i stay. Knock on the door, tell me something. If i'm home, i'll be happy to answer. Let me find out. You can't be that scary if you fuckin' with peoples cars. Lame!

Let me live my life. Ya'll know ya'll ain't right. NIGGERS be so shife, I'm tryin to maintain....

real talk.

2009-04-09T03:07:00.002-12:00

I've been meaning to blog about this, even though it's really not even worth it. But it's something that bugged me & confused me from my most recent past.

I'm not one to just talk shit cuz I can, but I was lucky enough to be introduced to a true individual. Or should I say character, or better yet, Joke.

He would often go around telling others to "get like him". Strangers, partners, cuzos, bitches, hoes, whoev. Now, I learned many anew hip lingo from this person, but this one always left me confused.

Who could possibly consider even making an attempt to "get like him"? And was he challenging others to do so? Would that even be a challenge? I can't imagine it being too difficult to achieve it. It'd be simple, just do nothing.

But everytime he would say that, which would be once every hour usually, real talk... I'd think, Why the hell would I want to try and "get like you"?? I wondered if he was serious, but he'd say "real talk" so it must have been for real. The thought of "getting like him" seemed much more miserable than just being in his presence hearing about it. I found it very offensive when he'd tell me to "get like him". If I were to take him up on that, who would drive him around...........

Ha.. months later I find this. I never finished and posted it, it woulda been good. Damnit! Here it is anyway.

Come on Now.

2009-01-01T06:29:00.002-12:00

Please do not use my debit card number.

I believe that is stealing.

Not that you give a damn, obviously... But it's a huge pain in the ass to get a new one.

I also worked really hard at my J O B for the money in my account.

If you need something or even want something.....

Just ask me.

It will make it easier for the both of us in the long run.

* sigh *

Good Morning!

2008-12-08T00:02:00.003-12:00

Mister rabbit says, "A moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers."

(kinda)

But, Leave It To Beaver, eh?

Addicted to Pencaps.

2008-11-25T17:26:00.002-12:00

Persuade thyself that imperfection and inconvenience are the natural lot of mortals, and there will be no room for discontent, neither for despair.
-Ieyasu Tokugawa

Not yet, but...

2008-11-11T23:05:00.001-12:00

What they expect?

I procrastinate.

here comes a tuffy..

2008-10-31T17:52:00.002-12:00

Sippin' Hennessy, Say Word Son!

2008-09-29T17:22:00.003-12:00

Hennessy in popular culture.....

Hennessy is popular among many hip-hop artists and is frequently mentioned in rap lyrics.[5]
The brand's association with luxury, and decadence on occasion, is noted in passing in the lyrics to Duncan Sheik's song "White Limousine".
In the James Bond film On Her Majesty's Secret Service, Bond, rescued by a St. Bernard in Switzerland, curtly dismisses the dog and tells him to bring Five Star Hennessy.
In the film Schindler's List, Oscar Schindler orders it to bribe officials with, saying "We are going to need lots of cognac. The best. Hennessy".

Ya so as of tonight I can finally say I "sipped" on Hennessy. Literally, a small sip. I was pretty wasted. I feel as if my "G" status has definitely moved up a notch, if not 2. Now that I'm super drunk, I'm considering bustin out some ill flow, like wha? Shits gonna be sick, SHON! Just wait.

(Just a warning... It's totally over rated. I'll drink my dogs urine before I drink that boo boo again)

I think I'll just stick to committing sick wicked crimes, and drivin' around with my rocket launcher. HellRaiser up in this Apartment. Whoop Whoop!

i think there's hurricane coming.. hmm..

2008-09-12T08:03:00.002-12:00

Oh am I fooling you?
Do you fall for it all
Or do you just see right through?
Are you as cool as you believe?
Are you playing hard?
Are you waiting just to quietly clock my card?
Are you waiting for a moment to leave?

Sucks when u can't trust yourself. Better off smokin Crack.

2008-08-29T07:16:00.004-12:00

Disappointment....

Disappointment is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations to manifest. Similar to regret, it differs in that the individual feeling regret focuses primarily on personal choices contributing to a poor outcome, while the individual feeling disappointment focuses on outcome.[1] It is a source of psychological stress.[2] The study of disappointment—its causes, impact and the degree to which individual decisions are motivated by a desire to avoid it—is a focus in the field of decision analysis,[1][3] as disappointment is one of two primary emotions involved in decision-making.[4]

Somethin' Different...

2008-08-23T16:09:00.003-12:00

Now, this isn't like me to post a video that's not even a video really. But the words should be heard. And I didn't think posting the lyrics would really make an impact on ALL of my beloved readers.

Check Check Check, DOOD!

Say Word, Shon!

Can't lie 4 shit... heh.. today i didn't have to.

2008-08-18T20:45:00.003-12:00

I've gone up and down the elevators of this place at least a hundred times in the last 3 days.

100 times too many.

haven't slept.

haven't eaten.

haven't been able to cry.

Blank.

she should be at home with us.

don't know how much more of this i can take.

(not done yet)

Baby Boy

2008-08-04T15:58:00.007-12:00

Everything happens for a reason I suppose.. We can sit around and cry & blame ourselves for this unfortunate tragedy. But we should remember him while he was with us, and trust that he's in a far better place. He touched the lives of everyone he knew. Sweetest dog a person could ever ask for. We're going to miss you Baby Boy, We Love you..

Our Baby Boy.. Gone, But Will Never Be Forgotten.
Rest in Peace.

Rest In Peace..

2008-07-05T08:19:00.000-12:00

Atticus....

I miss you Love.

I want my dog!!

2008-06-24T00:20:00.006-12:00

nothing more... nothing less. My Scout Nation.

truth??

Trust does not need to involve belief in the good character, vices, or morals of the other party. Persons engaged in a criminal activity usually trust each other to some extent. Also trust does not need to include an action that you and the other party are mutually engaged in. Trust is a prediction of reliance on an action, based on what a party knows about the other party. Trust is a statement about what is otherwise unknown -- for example, because it is far away, cannot be verified, or is in the future.

A critical element in studies of trust behavior is power. One who is in a position of dependence cannot be said to trust another in a moral sense, but can be defined as trusting another in the most strict behavioral sense. Trusting another party when one is compelled to do so is sometimes called reliance, to indicate that the belief in benevolence and competence may be absent, while the behaviors are present.

Usted herir mis sentimientos.

2008-05-26T22:09:00.003-12:00

Probablemente no quería. En realidad, sé que usted no quería.

Pero, tiene usted razón. Soy todavía joven.

Gracias por escuchar a mí.

Gracias por permitirme llorar.

Gracias por ser humano.

Le deseo lo mejor.

Usted lo merece.

I wonder if you would understand that.. Don't forget my skills friend...

"Vamos a jugar por la playa"

50 divided by 2 = My Birthday!

2008-05-20T00:00:00.000-12:00

That is what I want for my b-day! (which happens to be today)

I also received an e-mail from my pops. And it reads...

Happy birthday. I'm a bit slow so a gift will be coming in a few days. I've
been thinking that since I never see you guys perhaps we should at least
have dinner out on these occasions. What do you think?

I think.. That came out of nowhere & I'd definitely need to think about it..

Hmmm....

Go tell it on the Mountain...

2008-05-04T00:00:00.000-12:00

Question:

What does She have that I don't?

I've been asking that one for years.

Literally.

years.

neat, huh?

Imagine That!

2008-04-16T09:56:00.000-12:00

People are disappointing.

It makes me really nervous.

Why doesn't anything & everything go both ways in any given situation between two people?

One of those two people always seem to plea "irrelevant" when their way is suggested and/or questioned.

I don't like that word.

I'm my own worst enemy.

I'm a disappointment.

...... that is all

ParLayed all weeKend @ da CLUB..

2008-02-27T19:17:00.002-12:00

so pretty much.. taking this picture was the highlight and/or all i had to do last weekend.

YeAH!

those are my speakers??

2007-11-14T17:46:00.000-12:00

WTF?

I know, I don't like acronyms either.. But shit..

what the *BEEP!

That makes 10 reasons for why I HATE you this month.

...

But I'm sure you've got at least 45 (FORTY-FIVE) reasons why you HATE ME... this month.

heh.

Hey Babe..

2007-09-27T12:31:00.000-12:00

It's hpnotiQ.

Secrets don't make friends

2007-08-26T12:48:00.001-12:00

Mitchell & Ness Kids..

2007-07-30T20:56:00.000-12:00

what else would we be doing at 10:30 on a Sunday night?

We sellin' hatZ, son!

WHOA!

2007-07-17T20:46:00.000-12:00

Central Bearded Dragon

The Central Bearded Dragon or Inland Bearded Dragon (Pogona vitticeps) is a type of agamid lizard. Of the several species of the Pogona genus, P. vitticeps is the most commonly seen breed in pet stores throughout the world.
Adult central bearded dragons usually grow to be about two feet in length, with the tail accounting for over half of the total body length. Females are typically smaller than the males. Bearded dragons come in a wide variety of colors, including brown, gray, reddish-brown, green, and even orange. They are capable of undergoing very slight changes in the shade of their color to help regulate temperature. The specialized scales along both sides of the throat, neck, and head form many narrow spines which run down the side of the body to the tail. When feeling threatened a bearded dragon will flatten its body against the ground, puff out its spiny throat, and open its jaws to make itself appear larger. The bearded dragon is so named because of the spiny throat projections appear similar to a human beard. Males typically have a darker "beard" than females, and during mating season and courtship the "beard" will typically darken to near-black. The bearded dragon, like most agamid lizards, has strong legs which enable it to lift its body completely off the ground while it moves. This is done to reduce the heat taken in from the ground, as well as to increase the air-flow over the belly to cool itself further.

The central bearded dragon is native to the semi-arid to and arid woodlands and rocky desert regions of Central Australia. They are skilled climbers, and often spend just as much time perching on tree limbs, fenceposts, and in bushes than they do on the ground. They spend much of the morning and evening sunning themselves on top of an exposed branch or rock. They are diurnal, but like most desert animals they spend the hottest parts of the day hiding in underground burrows or any other cool hiding spot removed from direct sunlight.

Ya.. So pretty much.. This was on the back of the chair at "the apartment" today..

I think I may need a pace maker.

Conscience

2007-07-16T15:28:00.000-12:00

The 1988 Webster's dictionary defines conscience in the modern sense as
the faculty power, or inward principle which decides as to the character of one's own actions, purposes, and affections, warning against and condemning that which is wrong, and approving and prompting to that which is right;
the moral faculty passing judgment on one's self;
the moral sense.

Conscience as society-forming instincts
The human animal has a set of instincts and drives which enable us to form societies: groups of humans without these drives, or in whom they are insufficiently strong, cannot form cohesive societies and do not reproduce their kind as successfully as those that do. They either cannot survive in nature, or are defeated in conflict with other, more cohesive groups.
Behavior destructive to a person's society (either to its structures, or to the persons it comprises) is bad or "evil". Evil or wrong acts provoke either fear or disgust/contempt. Thus, a madman who threatens us with a chainsaw and one whose sexual practices we ourselves find revolting might both be labeled "bad". Indeed, one does not necessarily need to do anything to be "bad" - a natural coward may provoke contempt, and thereby be a bad person (ie: a coward), even without actually having any occasion to flee from the enemy. And the identification of badness can be quite subtle and involve reasoning. For instance: a sheriff that shoots a gunman is not thereby bad because he is not a threat to an average member of society (as the gunman is), and hence does not provoke fear. Yet gangs of criminals can perceive law enforcement officers as bad people.
Conscience is what we call those drives that prompt us to avoid provoking fear or contempt in others. We experience the operation of conscience as guilt and shame. We feel guilt when we perceive that others might rightly fear us, and shame when we perceive that others might rightly find us disgusting or contemptible. To avoid these negative and unpleasant feelings, we modify our behavior: thus "conscience" prompts us to behave "rightly".

A requirement of conscience, then, is the capacity to see ourselves from the point of view of another person. Persons unable to do this (those suffering from psychopath, sociopathy, narcissism) therefore often act in ways which are "evil".
Another requirement is that we see ourselves and some "other" as being in a social relationship. Persons trying to resolve conflict between groups try (and sometimes succeed) to create a feeling that a social relationship exists, that the groups in conflict all belong to some larger encompassing group. Thus, nationalism is invoked to quell tribal conflict, and the notion of a brotherhood of man is invoked to quell national conflicts. There are even appeals to relationships between ourselves and the animals in society (pets, working animals, even animals grown for food), or between ourselves and nature as a whole. The goal is that once people perceive a social relationship, their conscience will begin to operate with respect to that former "other", and they will change their actions.

Ya know....

2007-07-05T05:20:00.000-12:00

Time to Screw Something Else Up.

2007-06-07T05:05:00.000-12:00

7a.m.:
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse signifying the end but I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?

Forgive my indecision

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

eleven a.m.:
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made.
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in
that old fear.

Forgive my indecision...

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you.

To all of you....

2006-11-28T15:42:00.000-12:00

ATTENTION

2006-10-22T14:39:00.000-12:00

Stay tuned for failure and disappointment.

Are you gay Nick?.... You're Gay.

2006-10-03T05:54:00.000-12:00

I had no idea this was the kind of shit Nick Carter (blonde Backstreet Boys HOTTIE) has had to put up with over the past couple of years. His own mother, constantly pestering him with the question of whether or not he is gay, and then insisting that he is gay. And as if that isn't a tough enough load, his own brother, Aaron Carter, takes a picture of Paris Hilton (Nick's ex-girlfriend) with his camera phone and leaves it in Nicks Cadillac. I mean, what the hell? Nick and Paris were only broken up for 1 day.. Luckily, Nick didn't let Aaron get away with this.. He waited till the two of them were alone (2 years later) and grabbed him and BIT him.

I sure am glad I'm not Aaron, it would suck to have a gay brother who bites.

Kinky?

Things Remembered....

2006-09-19T17:56:00.000-12:00

One of the few people that Mallory actually "likes" said something funny today...

"I'd like to shove a red hot curling iron up Paris Hiltons' ass and say "That's Hot!""

Ya.. That was almost 2 months ago.. I was way off.

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little bitty itty bitty little drip of Faygo

Just in case you were interested in whippin' up some Southwest VooDoo. There is the recipe. Thanks guys..

Stay Wicked!!

Goodbye to love...

2006-09-08T03:08:00.000-12:00

There are no tomorrows for this heart of mine
Surely time will lose these bitter memories

And I'll find that there is someone to believe in
And to live for something I could live for.

All the years of useless search
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my
only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I'll go on as best I can.

My beloved career as an American Greetings Merchandiser has come to an end.. I wish it wasn't.. But it is over.

I was able to take some pictures before I said goodbye, and I wanted to share them with my readers..

There she is. My department.

My service drawer.

My messy seasonal.

I'm going to miss cabinets A through L..

No more "gift inserts". I hope they know that I never once forgot about them.. Long distance relationships can work.

There's me giving up my "super awesome all access pass" into the back room.

As you can see, my Telxon enjoyed our goodbye.. Well, so did i. heh heh.

Woe is me.

new tattoo..

2006-09-05T19:07:00.000-12:00

sorry this ones so short.. i'm in the process of posting an 18 picture blog which will take my readers with me through every step as I said farewell to my Almeda Mall Target. You'll laugh. You'll cry.. You'll probably get sick of reading & decide i'm the most pathetic person on the planet. stay tuned..

In the meantime.. I went and got another tattoo.. Nothing fancy..

I just got the exact same star on my opposite arm.

I'm pretty happy with it. It makes me feel better to look down at my arms and match. Before, i felt off.. I'm sure my dad will be totally excited just like my mom was when I told her. Oh Well..

Holla!

cursed.

2006-08-29T16:53:00.000-12:00

High fives to better judgement.
By saying less, I will gain more.
Low twos to you my fickle friend, who brought the art of silent war.

Robinson.. The IKEA dinosaur formerly known as Jura.

2006-08-16T04:05:00.000-12:00

I met a dinosaur one day. He offered me a nice place to stay. "Robinson's" the name he muttered in shame. I then hurriedly went on my way.

Behold.....

2006-08-16T03:09:00.001-12:00

Robinson. (too bad I can't post music along with my entries)

He's the smaller wooden IKEA dinosaur formerly known as Jura.
Now don't let this picture fool you... Robinson and I are not totally cool with eachother.. I think it has something to do with me losing the bag he was in the day I purchased him & then forgetting about it for another 2 weeks, then finding him and acting like everything was cool.

Apparently, it wasn't.
During our scheduled 1:00am photo shoot, this nigga decides he's got something to say.
Come again?
Watch it buddy.. You need to watch your mouth.. I'm warning you..
F*CK THIS!! (this is when I got crunk)
Then so did Bella..

So Chloe suggested putting Robinson outside for the night.. Just so we all have time to cool off.

Naming the damn thing was stressful, I'm usually really good at picking out the perfect name.. So I let a certain someone pick the name..

He thought robinson would be a good dinosaur.

Okay..

So I asked him to submit a 3-5 sentence explanation on his thought so I could post it.

And he writes: I met a dinosaur one day. He offered me a nice place to stay. "robinson's" the name he muttered in shame. I then hurriedly went on my way.

My dog has to poop..

2006-08-14T11:44:00.000-12:00

I'm never gonna dance again

guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend

**Pretty much the coolest ringtone ever!*

I had to get a new phone and had to get one quick so I got the Razr. OoH AaH!

I wish I could have gotten the pink one.

That would have been SO HOT!

In other news... I know I left my readers hangin' with that last post....

The puppy in that picture is Scout.

She was adopted by Matt and I.

She is disliked by Boy and Bella.

She is feared by Chloe.

She is too cute..

She is a handful.

..............But she's worth it.

Another Baby!!

2006-08-07T19:43:00.000-12:00

Unfortunately, the batteries to my digi died on the way to the hospital Saturday night.. So I couldn't take pictures of Aunt Becky before she had her baby..

But it all worked out..

While I went home to charge the batteries & go to the bathroom, Aunt Becky delivered her baby, Daniel.

So by the time I got back to hospital, the baby was all cleaned up and ready to meet his eldest cousin.

Here we are...

As you can see, I was in such a hurry to get back to the hospital, I didn't even shower.. Or look in a mirror.

I was impressed with my mothers knowledge on the whole childbirth thing. She had all kinds of questions for the nurse & even threw in a few suggestions.

Here's Ben. He and my mom waited in the lobby downstairs for my arrival. It was a perfect opportunity for me to give Ben his card. So I did.

I think it made him have to poop.

And here's Mom and Ben.. They look excited.

At least mom does.

Check back soon.. I have another new baby to tell you about.. Here's a sneak peak/pic.

Missing:

2006-07-31T09:40:00.000-12:00

Minus the tan tank underneath.. I am missing a black Old Navy extra long ribbed tank. I'm a bit concerned.

After doing a 7 day investigation I still don't know what could have happened to it.

However, I did find a few things out of the ordinary..

Exhibit A....

This is obviously a product purchased and used by a female..

Exhibit B....

This too, was probably purchasedand used by a female.

They were probably purchased at the same time and are probably used one after the other when in the shower.

SOMEBODY STOP ME!!

Look out Sherlock Holmes..

Anyway...

Exhibit C....

This last piece of evidence has to be a females.

So here's what I think happened..

There was a female visiting and she probably hadn't showered yet that day and decided to take one there. This is when she probably used the high priced shampoo & conditioner.

After the shower, she probably got dressed..

But wait.. She must have forgotten a clean shirt.

So where do you find shirts? The Closet.

The only female shirt hanging all by itself on one side of the closet, my black Old Navy extra long ribbed tank. PERFECT!

The false eyelashes were probably applied after she got dressed.

Now, maybe I'm being unfair, what if it wasn't a female?

If it wasn't a female, then it had to of been a male..

I don't know if I really want to dig too deep into why a male would be wearing a size small black Old Navy extra long ribbed tank and fake eyelashes.

If you have any doubts, use your imagination, and keep it to yourself please..

So anyway.. I only have myself to blame. I shouldn't have left it over there. I was being careless. But I've definitely learned my lesson.

The Truth Hurts.. pretty bad.

2006-07-04T20:04:00.000-12:00

I haven't cried yet..

Well... I cried while the crisis was taking place. I cried because of what was happening.

I haven't cried about what happened yet..

To think of what is going to happen, makes me want to cry.

That dog is my life.

And though it may be hard to believe.. That cat was my life.

I'm beginning to realize what my parents must have been feeling all those times I screwed up. The last "family meeting" suggested having me legally barred from the house. Kinda like getting rid of one of the kids cuz they're out of control.

Do I have to get rid of her?

Did I think I would be asking that question a year & a half ago? no. i didn't.

I suppose it's my fault for the way she is. In puppy school, we were taught the importance of consistency. Our dogs are never to stop working for us. (so to speak) This didn't mean work couldn't be fun, it just insured an easier relationship between you and your dog.

Well... much like my own personal school days, once they were over.. They Were Over.. Did whatever the hell I wanted to.

Apparently, I let Bella do the same.

This has become a pretty serious problem. I'm afraid to consult with a professional because after the first "Bella vs. Johnny" incident, there shouldn't have been another.

And there really shouldn't have been another one after that.

THIS HAS TO STOP!

Just because I gave Johnny a hard time pretty much all the time, doesn't mean I wanted him to leave us. Or rather, taken from us. Sure he annoyed the shit out of me, but I still loved him. If anything, I loved him for loving my mom like he did. (even though he usually annoyed the shit out of her as well) Molly has Chloe. I have Bella. And my mom had Johnny.

I feel like a heartless bitch. I'm not a heartless bitch. I just don't know what to say...

To my mom or my sister.

I didn't get to say anything to Johnny.. I couldn't.

No pet lives forever. I understand this..

But this is exactly what I DIDN"T want to happen.

He didn't deserve this.

He was here first. He never tried to hurt anybody.

I wish I would have went out in the garage to say good-bye..

I couldn't look at him knowing that it was my fault this even happened.

Will he forgive me?

I don't know what I feel.

What are you supposed to do when your dog (huge part of your life) takes the life of your cat (another part of your life)?

It doesn't seem fair.

This is my fault.

I'm sorry Johnny Boy... I really am.

I didn't want it to have to end this way..

Gone But Not Forgotten.

Johnny Boy
February 1998 - July 2006

She's leavin'...

2006-06-15T02:16:00.000-12:00

In a White Buick Century...

Unfortunately, my dog can't seem to get along with some of Chloe's friends.... princess.

So to avoid any casualties, I will just remove my dog from the situation for the next 3 days.

She probably won't mind because she will be staying with her boyfriend.

They're ridiculous...

Bella and Matt.

Oh Ya.. I almost forgot..

I got a new name...

"Margery the Malnourished Bird"

Oh.. It's nice alright.

2006-06-12T17:17:00.000-12:00

shopping cart (also called a buggy or a trolley in British English; sometimes referred to as a carriage or shopping carriage in the U.S. region of New England; also known as a bascart in some regions of the U.S.) is a cart supplied by a shop, especially a supermarket, for use by customers inside the shop for transport of merchandise to the check-out counter, and, after paying, often also to the car on the parking lot. Often, customers are allowed to leave the carts in the car park, and store personnel return the carts to the shop.

The first shopping cart was introduced on June 4, 1937, the invention of Sylvan Goldman, owner of the Piggly-Wiggly supermarket chain in Oklahoma City. With the assistance of Fred Young, a mechanic, Goldman constructed the first shopping cart, basing his design on that of a wooden folding chair. They built it with a metal frame and added wheels and wire baskets, and advertised the invention as part of a new “No Basket Carrying Plan.”

Stuck In A Rut...

2006-06-04T08:15:00.000-12:00

Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away

So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life
With Your fire in my eyes
But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words
What am I so afraid of?

'Cause here I go again
Talkin 'bout the rain
And mulling over things that won't live past today
And as I dance around the truth
Time is not his friend
This might be my last chance to tell him
That You love Him
But here I go again, here I go again

Lord, You love him so, You gave Your only Son
If he will just believe; he will never die
But how then will he know what he has never heard
Lord he has never seen mirrored in my life

This might be my last chance to tell him
That You love him
This might be my last chance to tell him
That You love him
You love him, You love him

What Am I so afraid
What am I so afraid
What am I so afraid of?
How then will he know
What he has never heard

My 23rd Birthday!!

2006-05-22T05:04:00.000-12:00

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.

I turned 23 on Saturday.

My "daddy" was unable to get Tupac Shakur and Elvis Presley to come perform at my party.

IM NEVER TALKING TO MY DAD AGAIN!!

actually.. heh,

I definitely won't be seeing him as much anymore.

For my 23rd birthday, I got to watch my dad move out.

As much as I want to say, the whole situation doesn't bother me that much...

I can't.

I'm having a hard time "coping" with this..

But I'm keeping it to myself so I don't inconvenience others with my sadness.

I got a tattoo. A day late. I wanted it on my birthday..The reason I wanted it on my birthday, is because my birthday was upsetting, so I wanted to make a change. Do something different.

It would have been nice if it would have been a bit more painful.. Pain was what I was going for.

My mom is unhappy with me.

Please forgive me mom.

What's it look like?

2006-05-12T19:31:00.000-12:00

This is what you see when you look down my hallway.

The room at the end of the hall used to be my dads.

He moved out.

I really don't know what I think.

It probably hasn't hit me yet.

One thing I do know... More Closet Space!!!

I also programmed my dads' new phone number into my cell today..

I saved his number as "Dad Home."

That was weird.

I haven't blogged in a while.

untitled.

2006-05-06T20:02:00.000-12:00

What if we could
Put our lives on
Hold and meet some
Where inside of the world
I would meet you
Would you meet me?

the silence is terrifying......

2006-04-27T15:52:00.000-12:00

mallory scared.

really scared...

I framed my GED and hung it on my wall tonight for my mom.

Well....

2006-04-13T19:09:00.000-12:00

I don't really know what to say... I've been weird lately..

I don't know why..

I don't know why I don't know.

Hmm.

Well As a Matter of Fact..

2006-04-10T20:12:00.000-12:00

I did happen to get a perm on Saturday. I finally did it. I'm still a little nervous. I get compliments from everybody. Which shouldn't be too big of a suprise. i think once the curls loosen (?) I will love it. Right now I just really like it alot. As far as low maintence... It's everything I had dreamed it would be. Except for maybe the $75 I spent on it. I'll post better pictures later..

I must call it a night.. It's 3:15 and I can't seem to fall asleep.. It's because I am too excited.

I wish it was 2:45 in the afternoon.

I can't hardly wait to get pieces of my cervix cut off.

Must be nice.

ALOT of people are jealous of my good fortune.. (or glad they're not me, heh)

But I found the COACH purse I have been dreaming about for a good year and a half now at Dillards. It's $198.00. That's a little steep, but I think it's worth it. My mom is taking me to the mall after my cervix scrape to get me the purse for my birthday. (which by the way is right around the corner) Yay!!

Then we're going to Kelley's. My mom has been dying to go. So we're going. Yay!!

One Medium Size Happy Family.

2006-04-04T16:14:00.000-12:00

Sorta.

At least I think we are all happy in this picture.

This picture could be worth like $10 someday. Assuming it's in a frame.

This would be the first picture in which all 4 of us are in it.

....................................................................

I woke up at 9:39 this morning.

I was supposed to be at work at 10:00.

I need at least an hour to get ready.

So what did I do?......

Closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

I never do this.

My mind has been somewhere else all day..

I can't believe I did that.

My Dog.

2006-04-03T07:57:00.000-12:00

I can't believe how stunning Bella looks in these pictures. They turned out great. Don't hesitate to leave me lots of comments complimenting my Beautiful American Pit Bull Terrier or my Awesome Photographing Ability.

Tick Tock Tick Tock..

2006-03-30T07:13:00.000-12:00

I'm not sure if this day could go by any slower.. It's only been an hour and I've already blogged twice..

Mallory is obviously nervous.

Heh.

When asked, I said no.

I lied.

I'm not going to be alive much longer, I know it.

2006-03-30T06:03:00.000-12:00

2 hours, 41 minutes till I will sit (or lay) face to face with Dr. Korman.

It will all be over with 7 minutes after it starts. The doctor has a way with rushing in, saying something totally weird & making you feel uncomfortable, debriefing on your problem, ignoring your questions then rushing out.

I don't know how long this appointment will last.

Maybe 8 minutes.

I'm a bit nervous. And hungry.

I've decided that I should spend my time wisely at work by blogging.

I'm really hungry.

He said he liked my hair. It makes me look fun.

My mom said my hair looked cute. And that I have naturally curly hair. (??)

They're only saying those things because I'm dying of cancer.

2006-03-22T19:22:00.000-12:00

I laugh everytime I see this picture. I see this picture alot because it's my desktop background.

It's funny.

It's funny cuz it's probably true.

I so got her..

2006-03-20T19:32:00.000-12:00

I got her so good.

Good Night.

not sure.

2006-03-17T20:29:00.000-12:00

I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?

Suprisingly Upsetting.

2006-03-17T19:58:00.000-12:00

I went up to the office this evening to see what I could do to help with the overwhelming/massive order that is currently being filled. I learned that my help was not needed among other things..

He and I were "talking mess" to one another, as usual, usually no hard feelings...

Usually no hard feelings.........

Until someones parent gets involved.

Some time during our meaningless discussion, he called me a prostitute. Before I had a chance to respond, a third party joined in...

I'm thinking the "third party" was trying to "soften the blow" for me. Make me feel better. (about my night job, heh)

Third Party: Aahh <>

"Mallory would make a good prostitute".

*ENTIRE PARTY*: Laughter that lasted exactly 3 minutes and 23 seconds. I could have heard an "Ooohhh" and a "That's F*d Up", but I'm not sure.

Normally, having everybody in the room laughing AT me (not with me) wouldn't have caused me to freeze. I'm usually pretty good at just laughing things off..

But the level of awkwardness was increasing so quickly, I was speechless, and I'm sure the look on my face was close to upsetting..

Don't worry, the "third party" makes another attempt to spare my feelings..

I really don't feel comfortable sharing with my readers what the "third partys'" words of encouragement were, but I will say..

The "third party" explained/listed MORE THAN FIVE reasons why "Mallory would make a good prostitute."

Ya.. Pretty much..

I pretended like the "third party" made me feel better..

But I actually felt like taking a few showers then going to church Sunday morning..

This should teach me to stay away from the office when I'm not getting paid.

________________________________________________________________________________

How does one become a prostitute?

The Truth Comes Out.

2006-03-15T20:18:00.000-12:00

Although I have had a crazy & eventful 2 weeks, they're not entirely to blame for my recent tardiness. I'm sure many have been asking lately:

Where's Mallory?

Wasn't Mallory supposed to be at work at 10? (or 1)

Where's the greeting card girl?

Why is my daughter taking so long to come when I call her in my room?

Did my mom forget to feed me today?

How does one become as pretty/cute/funny/awesome as Mallory? (heh)

I'm sure there were more..

Fortunately, I have good news.. That being the picture I posted with this entry..

It's a puzzle.

That I've been working on.

I spent the most time on it when i was supposed to be somewhere..

Hate me if you want to.

2006-03-09T18:36:00.000-12:00

Don't care where you think you've been,
and how you're getting over
If you think you've got me down
Just wait it gets much colder

Here I am,
As perfect as i'm ever gonna be
You'll see
Love me for me
Stick around,
I'm not the kinda girl you wanna leave
You'll see
Love me for me

What's a du-rag?

2006-03-08T17:44:00.000-12:00

A do-rag, also spelled doo-rag or durag is a simple piece of cloth tied at the back, used to cover the head.

From the 1930s to the 1960s, they were used by African-American men to hold chemically processed hair-dos in place while they slept. Originally they were made from pieces of handkerchief or women's stockings, now they are made from polyester. Do-rags resurged as a fashion trend among urban youth in the 1970s and 1990s. Typically, do-rags are black, but can be worn in other colors. Do-rags are also regularly used to maintain cornrowed hairstyles.

The history of the do-rag is most notably attributed to Civil War era slaves, but its first appearance seems to predate that time. It is, however, most closely associated with Afro-American culture because the slaves brought that style with them from their native lands.

Hip hop artists such as Tupac Shakur, LL Cool J, Ja Rule, 50 Cent and Nelly have helped popularize do-rags among mainstream audiences by incorporating them in their dress.

The Good Enough Degree...

2006-03-02T17:08:00.000-12:00

I got one in the mail today.. Pretty swell I suppose. I showed my dad, he patted me on the back and told me "good job". He also took the documents' measurements so he could go purchase a frame to put it in. That's nice of him.. I can't remember my dad ever telling me "good job" ever in my 22 years..Then again, that 6 year dope smoking extravaganza I participated in stole many of my memories from me. So there's a chance that he has said that to me..

So what's it like to have completed my high school education? I don't know.. I'm confused.. I don't know why really. I've cried like 6 times.. For what? Not sure.. Maybe I'm scared.

As horrible as this may sound, it's the only conclusion that I keep coming to in my head.. Here goes:
I've become so accustomed to being a "screw up" for not even having my high school diploma, and for not really doing much of anything. I just kept this title of being Mallory who didn't want to grow up and start doing the right thing with her life. I'm not sure how long I wanted it to last, I never really gave it much thought. But now that I'm a high school graduate, have I lost some of that person I was this morning? It's weird.. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I know one things for sure.. I can put that DAMN GED practice book that weighs approximately 6lbs (probably not, but.) somewhere out of my sight. I actually went and purchased myself an early Graduation present. It's a "learn to play the piano" book. I decided if I'm going to be finished with high school, I should have some kind of special talent.. I'm going with the piano. heh.

Temporary Change in Thought.. Wha?

2006-03-01T18:45:00.000-12:00

I was originally planning on debriefing on my current state, but it's late and I don't feel like it anymore. Instead, I know how my readers have been dying to see my fish. So I finally decided to take some pics of them. The reason it's taken me so long to take pictures of my fish is because I've always thought it would be difficult, with the glare/flash/bowl and whatnot.. But our quick photo session went rather well. Turns out, my 2 fish are extremely photogenic, pros in front of the camera. Wonder where they get it from? The red one is Atticus and the not as pretty multi-colored one is Po.

I don't know.....

2006-02-27T14:07:00.000-12:00

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

One Mans Trash Is Another Mans Treasure... Or Valentines Present.

2006-02-09T09:14:00.000-12:00

I really don't find it necessary to say much because the picture should say more than enough.. Today is definitely... My day!

Thanx Pappi!

She swears the cat started it.

2006-01-30T04:32:00.000-12:00

It happened last night.. It started as a harmless & playful chase around the house, but it ended a bit different this time. By the time I had reached the "crime scene" it almost appeared as if I could have been too late. There lyed Johnny Boy on his back with Bellas mouth wrapped around his stomach. Normally, my sister and I would find sick & twisted humor out of a situation like this... But Bella's tail was no longer wagging...

She looked pissed.

Not Good.

Once I gained control of Bella (kinda) and Johnny ran out of the room, my mom came in to see what was going on.. That's when we saw Bs face.. There was enough blood on her face & in her mouth to send me into a total panic attack. Bella made it extremely difficult to check out her injuries because apparently all she could think about was getting Johnny... still.

Back when Bella was a bit smaller and definitely not as powerful, I would have not thought twice about the situation that just happened. Bella was still considered a "baby", I guess, and she only chased Johnny because she was curious..

She sees something moving and wants to see what it is. You'd think Johnny would just sit still to avoid the intense chases. Maybe he hasn't seen Jurrassic Park.

f*ck a title.

2006-01-26T19:37:00.000-12:00

My day began with a little puppy sitting that actually went pretty well. Very good puppy. Then it was off to Houston with my mom to go work at The Aquarium Downtown. As usual, my mom and I spent about 10% of our time working and the rest of the time we played.

We got to touch a Stingray.
We got to see 1 day old baby sharks, and shark eggs that are waiting to hatch.
We found Nemo and got a picture of him.
We saw an Anaconda.
We saw an Electric Eel.
We saw Seahorses.
We saw a Tirantula.
We saw a White Tiger.
We saw alot of other underwater creatures as well, but none of them come to mind..

Needless to say, I had a pretty good time and got to help my mom out too.

Then our two-faced, shady, unprofessional bosses decide to spread our personal business to others and blame it on me. ME? What the hell?

They say he just graduated from college... It looks like he just graduated intermediate school. How dare he make my mother cry... And then make it out to be my fault... He's lucky he's my boss.. I'd tell him to go kill himself or at least eat a dick if he wasn't my boss.

And just when we thought the day couldn't get any worse.....

**Door Bell**

IT'S SPEEDY TURTLE DELIVERY SERVICE!!

Somebody must be in a big hurry to leave.. I wonder if he's ever going to take his two daughters feelings into consideration.

Who knows? Technically, he doesn't have to. We are 22 and 19. He doesn't have to say a damn thing to us, it scares me to think that he won't.

Good Night.

I'm really popular. I'm lying.

2006-01-23T19:55:00.000-12:00

So I just finished watching Napoleon Dynamite for the fifth time in a row. Its in my "top 10", it would be in my "top 5" if it wasn't in everyone elses. People ruin things.

Napoleon and I are much a like. Alot of people probably would say the same about themselves and Napoleon. Their reasoning would probably include something about their "true inner nerd". Fair enough, being a nerd is the second best thing to be besides yourself. But I can't help but think about the majority of females in my grade (when I attended school) and what they think about the movie Napoleon Dynamite. Most of them would claim to be a "secret Napoleon". I would have to disagree.

Maybe I'm just selfish.

But they're not even close to resembling Napoleon.

I am. I am because I have no friends. I just never had the "balls" to get up in front of the entire school and do my dance.

I tried dancing in front of the entire school, but apparently ruined the whole performance because I had to wear glasses. My glasses made all of the Arabian Nights Dancers look bad that evening. I liked my glasses up until that day. I would have continued to wear my glasses shamelessly if it weren't for that girl who asked me if I could try dancing without them.

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Not sure where I was going with that.. Maybe, if any of the girls I mentioned earlier were to do their nerdy retarded dances in front of the whole school, they'd be showered with compliments and their mothers would be waiting outside with a bouquet of roses. Must be nice.

I never provided anyone other than my family with my true creative inner genius/entertainer. I knew they wouldn't place too hard of judgments on me if I seemed to be a little "too weird" sometimes.

Maybe that's why God created the family. Just in case your dance doesn't cut it.

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I chose this picture because I really wanted to have a silly picture, and well..... maybe only my little sister will be able to fully appreciate it.

This year, The Grinch dropped a bomb.

2005-12-27T21:22:00.000-12:00

I've always said that I could never actually hate someone unless they did something to hurt my mom. (or the rest of my family) I know I've done a number on her, and hate myself for the things I have put her through. But what if the person who hurts my mother, is my father? For the last 21 years, he's been right about everything, unfortunately.. Until last night...........

We all knew this was coming... It was just a question as to when it would come. I really feel like my dad picked a good time to give my mom the bad news. My mom busts her ass all day, everyday to pay off her bills & provide for my sister and I. There's not a whole lot my mother would not for somebody in need. She gave and gave and gave all year long, not expecting anything in return. She definitely did not deserve what she got this Christmas. But my dad did, or will. Must be nice.

Merry Christmas Kathy, Mallory, Molly, Chloe, Bella, Johnny, Quasar and Rupert... Have a nice life. Good luck finding a place to live and whatever else you might need to stay alive.

The Roj is saying "Peace Out".

I'm completely lost. I can't begin to imagine what my poor mom has to be feeling right now. But I know that I myself am unable to think about anything other than the current situation at 1401 Edinburgh. I'm scared.. I haven't eaten since Monday afternoon, I can't eat. I can't see, my eyes burn so bad. And normally I do a good job of covering up my pain, but not anymore. I can't sleep.. I just don't understand alot of things.. And I'm having a difficult time trusting my dad now.. I overheard him say something that I still can't believe he said. I had alot of respect for my father up until the other night. Men are assholes..

I'm going to try and get a few hours of sleep.

It's been a while..

2005-10-18T04:27:00.000-12:00

I know.. You guys were probably wondering, "How has Mallory been doing"?

I'll tell you.

***********DRUM ROLL***************

I got my very own....................

TELXON!!!

I have to brush my shoulders off on this one because I know everyone is jealous.

Don't be hatin'!

I'm not going to give an explanation for what a TELXON actually is, but for those of you who already know, which is probably just my sister....

Molly, You know that right now... My life is good..

Yeah.

HELP!!

NuF sEd.

I'm off to Target to do some good ol' SBT Returns!!

WOO HOO!

"Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies."

2005-09-29T09:12:00.000-12:00

Now the blow's been softened,
since the air we breathe's our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened,
since the ocean is our coffin.
Often times you know our laughter
is your coffin ever after.
And you know the blow's been softened,
since the world is our coffin.
Well now the blow's been softened
since we are our own damn coffins.
Well everybody's talkin' about their short lists.
Everybody's talkin' about death.

Are you dead or are you sleeping?

So Today's been good. My mom is speaking to me again. We went to Wal Mart where I got everything I've been needing for quite some time now.

Then Rios and Chopper came by to visit for an hour. We ended up having to give both of our dogs a bath cuz they were filthy. Fun Fun Fun!!

Oh, prior to their arrival, I received a text message from Daniel saying....

"if i find out that you or your friends are responsabile for what happened to my truck i am calling the cops."

I said HA!! And then asked what happened. He said I should tell him.

I can take a hint.... I decided to share a funny story about the time Chris pissed me off and his tires got slashed. Apparently, the story wasn't appropriate for this current situation.

Okay... I saved this as a draft a few days ago and I can't remember what all happened after that.

I apologize.

"Breakin up is hard to do".

2005-09-28T17:50:00.000-12:00

So today I broke up with Daniel for the 100th time. Weird.

I guess he just wanted to make sure I was aware of what I was losing by breakin up with him..

Unfortunately for him, it only made me dislike him more.

Then he comes to my house, uninvited.

For anyone who knows me, they know that this was a bad idea.

Ruined my whole day. Sad because I think he felt as if his visit was worth it, and we got alot said.

Heh.. I didn't say much or answer any of his questions.. I was still trying to figure out what the hell he was thinking coming to my house. And then.. he layed in my bed and tried to "cuddle". It's a good thing my dad didn't come out of his room and witness my misfortune. That would have definitely landed Daniel on my "shit list". I'm not sure what we talked about, my mind was set on when he was planning on leaving. I was probably rude, but then again... When am I not rude?

He continues to text me and send me pictures and ask me if it's really over.. Am I annoyed? Just a bit.

As long as he doesn't try and talk to my sister or the rest of my family, he should be alright.. He'll get over this break up in no time.

Why would anyone want to be with me? The most selfish, critical, non-caring, rude sarcastic bitch on the planet.

I think I did him a favor.

I've never actually broken up with a boyfriend.. I usually just drive them to the brink of insanity and usually ends with a "Fuck You Bitch" or "I Hate You".. I've even been called the devil in the past. I took it as a compliment.

Oh Well... I'm not losing any sleep over this, thats for sure. Although, I feel like I'm in one of those "Molly & Chris" situations that seem to never end.

Hopefully Daniel will find a model girlfriend that is 376 times better than I am and leave me the fuck alone. I should hook him up with Chris. Chris can show him some pointers on how to get the ladies. And it won't be the internet because all Chris is capable of doing online is looking up porn and checking e-mail.

Needless to say... Meeting someone online and then dating them is not something I would recommend.

I will end with a Tupac Shakur lyric........

(clearing throat)

"You ain't never had a friend like me. BELIEVE THAT"!!

Peace!!

T.G.I.F

2005-09-09T05:58:00.000-12:00

Drain the pressure from the swelling,
The sensation's overwhelming,
Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing

So when I got home from work today, War Dog was here.

It's always a relief when I see his car in the driveway, because I can be sure he will give me a 4 hour update on what's going on in his life. I lose alot of sleep during the week, if you could imagine.

So tonight, him and his new girlfriend Jasmine, Jenny, Julie, I forgot her name, are finally going to have a night alone together.

Reason Being: She is rich.(?) She is a virgin.(ok) And she is a kindegarten teacher and a model. So they go out to dinner alot but they don't consider it "alone time" because people are constantly surrounding them, wanting to talk to her. And if they're not wanting to talk to her, they are wanting to talk to him. All they want is privacy.

MUST BE NICE.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Neon Vomit!!

2005-09-08T04:10:00.000-12:00

Funny.. Daniels friends were making jokes about a buddy of theirs who was sick and throwing up disturbing colors. One of them refered to it as "neon vomit". I really wanted to do the "Neeee-On Voomit" impression but I hadn't done it in a while so I feared it might suck. I also had to remember that not everyone has seen The Disney Channels, "Ready or Not", so my neon vomit routine would probably just fly right over peoples heads or freak them out.

Save the animals.
Save the trees.
Save the earth, for you and me.
Picking up the garbage can be a hassle.
So save the earth. Our Home. Our Castle.

So.... I'm sick. But what's new? I should probably tell my mom, but I hate going to the doctor. That and my sickness is quite frequent. I think it has something to do with me quitting meth.

For the six years that I was using meth, I never got sick. Obvious reasons. Read the ingredients.

But anyway... this problem I have is frustrating. I am very tired and I feel really weak. It makes it hard to go to work and do other things that I like to do. And it's not so easy for me to just tell my mom the truth when I get sick like this... Ever hear the story of the boy who cried wolf? Ha.. Maybe I should discuss this disfunction of mine with my mom, it could be something serious. But the doctor will probably just tell me the same thing.. " Mallory, You are anemic".

I have heard that for the last 10 years of my life. It's not that I dont believe the doctor, but it seems to me there should be some kind of remedy or temporary cure for anemia. Doc has yet to mention anything.

I also have a story about a homosexual that works at the Baybrook Target. Let me just say, the guy is gay. And the guy is mexican. And the guy works at Target. I believe he is good friends with my mom and sis. Apparently he's not too fond of me.

When my mom got to the store, I asked her if she got along with the "gay guy". She said yes and wanted to know WHY? I explained to her the attitude he gave me when I asked for the Vendor Sign In Book. He did not believe that I was actually a vendor and demanded the company in which I work for. I told him American Greetings and I think that made him mad. After a moment of awkward and confused silence, I thought I would throw in that I am Kathy's daughter, Molly's older sister. That was pointless, it sure as hell didn't help my ass. Finally, he gave me directions to the Sign In Book.

A few hours later, as we were headed to the check out lane, we passed Jose or Juan or whatever his name is. My mom hollered for him to come over to where we were standing. She asked him why he wasn't nice to her daughter. And if he remembered me or not. His Response:

"I'M NOT GOING TO KISS ANYBODYS ASS. I DONT EVEN KISS MY BOYFRIENDS ASS!!"

Whoa is what my mom had to be thinking but if you know my mom, she kept her cool and continued to question him. She asked him if he could at least try and be nice to me just while I was in the store helping them out. His Response:

"Yes.............................. NO."

The looks he gave me during that conversation were unreal. It was like he really hates me, and can't be mature enough to walk on the same planet as me, or breathe the same air. Hell is where those were looks were directing me.

My mom said that's the way he is, but I disagree. This guys behavior was no act. It really caught me off guard. I remember this guy to be fairly friendly. But back when I remember him, he had yet to come out of the closet. Luckily for the rest of the world, he's come out, and is not afraid to talk about it.

Surprisingly, I kept my cool throughout the conversation. I eventually walked off and turned my ipod on since I wasn't welcomed by the guy in the red shirt. I will continue to keep my mouth shut and remain "the mature one" on this one, considering this is moms biggest account and her and my sister are in there alot. But I just have one question....

He is gay. That means he is a guy and he likes penis?

hmmm.....

I have a confession to make....

2005-09-06T09:11:00.000-12:00

Today at work (almeda target), I was making a trip to the back to throw away my trash when an employee stopped me. Actually... It was more like a dramatic dive in front of me to get my attention. He's one of the many Target employees I have trained. They know better than to talk to me when I have my headphones on. (which is the majority of the time I am there) He got my attention and I took my headphones off to hear what he had to say.. Our conversation went something like this:

African American Target Associate: What were you listening to right before I stopped you?
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Umm... Ruthless by Something Corporate
African American Target Associate: Hmm... It sounded more like Spice Girls to me.
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Neat.. Sorry to dissappoint you, but it wasn't the Spice Girls
African American Target Associate: Oh I see... I see the games you are trying to play. Don't sweat it.
Me The Greeting Card Chic: O.... K, I'll try not to?
African American Target Associate: Why do girls always feel as if they have to lie for me to accept them? I'm not going to judge you by the music you listen to.
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Right.. I really have to get back to work and you have totally lost me.
African American Target Associate: AAIIGGHHT... That's tight, but just keep it real with me for now on. K, Shorty?
Me The Greeting Card Chic: Oh.

Once that was finally over, I put my headphones back on and finished jammin' "If you wanna be my lover".

This really makes we wonder how much of my music other people can hear. I do keep the volume pretty high, but I thought only I could hear what was coming out of the earphones.

Hmmm.... My music must sound really distorted to those around me. How in the hell do you get Spice Girls out of Something Corporate?

Anyway.... I definitely feel more comfortable now that I can be myself around the staff at Target. I think?

Well, before I am allowed to go to Daniels tonight, I must clean the living room and give Chloe a bath.

So Bye Bye for now

System Shut Down....

2005-09-04T14:45:00.000-12:00

Well... I came inches away from the end of the world about an hour ago. It wasn't good. It's scary being that close, all electronics stop working. I must warn you.. When you get that close to the end, your cell phone stops working. So you will be unable to say goodbye to anyone or thing you hold dear.

Anyway... My cell phone froze. Weird?

My PDA also froze.. NOT COOL!! How in the hell was I going to play Solitaire? And where was I to store my important meetings, notes, contacts and upcoming appointments? I can't live without my Pocket PeeSea. Fortunately, my dad was not as hysterical as I was, so he was able to think rationally and come to a reasonable conclusion. DUH?? I should have known... All my dad had to do was...

-Release the stylus from it's designated slot.
-Unscrew the end of the stylus off.
-Use the end piece to push in the "super secret hidden reset button that looks like a tiny screw"
-Then screw the end of the stylus back into place.
-Replace stylus.
-Press the on/off button to turn the PDA on.

Man I feel like an idiot.

Today at the skate park this mother and her 2 children asked to join me on the bench. I said that was fine. (only because it's not my bench to deny children from even coming near)

I over heard the mother telling her children to stay away from the other bench because the "punk kids" over there were using horrible language. This made me laugh because the whole freakin' skate park is horrible language. I guess she felt like the far bench with the girl wearing a soulja rag would be a safe haven for her young. Maybe I should have taken off the rag to expose my devilish horns.

So... the mother continued to complain about the frequent innappropriate swear words used throughout the park. Her children did not seem to mind. They even asked her to be quiet because she was embarressing them. Funny..

I really don't know how to make a reasonable assumption as to what age a child could be.. They all look the same. So these children looked about 5 and 6. But their vocabulary was quite impressive for this age, i think. The little boy decided to break the ice between me and him by complimenting my cell phone which sat next to me on the bench.

I said Thanks, but I should have caught on to this kids evil plan to ruin the rest of my day.

Once we established that I had a cool cell phone, we talked about everything I would imagine you are not supposed to talk about with a five year old. From smoking weed... To Kenny Chesney... To wishing death on parental units.... Skating (of course).... Tounge Piercings.... Alcohol.... SlipKnot??.... And other hardcore heavy metal bands..

As if I wasn't already totally weirded out, the mom decided to inform me of the heavy metal band that her son and his friends are in. I tried my hardest to mask my confusion with an "interested look" on my face. This was to let her know I wanted to hear more about this band along with her whole life story. She explained that their band was alot like the band "SlipKnot".. Correct me if I am wrong, but I've always been under the impression that SlipKnot was too much for someone my age to handle. I've seen the shirts.. They're always black with red letters that resemble blood.

Who knows? Maybe they're a christian band. But I'm pretty sure they serve up a fine helping of innappropriate lyrics and swear words.

Once she completely lost me with the whole SlipKnot story, she went on to tell me how if she were me, she would never get married. Okay?? Since I mentioned the word "marriage" to her prior to this statement??.. ya. She told me how she was married and had kids but wishes she wasn't married.

Then the little boy asked her if she didn't like "dad". She responded with an under the breath "Sshh.."

At this point, I was convinced that this family was sent to my bench just to weird me out and make me use my brain on a Sunday afternoon to question this oddity. Why would this lady be trying to hide some deep family secret from me? My unreasonably harsh and critical personality must not be hidden that well.

So.... to make a long story short... This woman was unhappy with her husband, has a shameful past life, lives in Friendswood, is a breathing specialist, forgives only me for doing anything bad such as smoking cigarettes and she also used to do drugs. She also feels as if Daniel is way too old for me. (he's 25 and I'm 22, whoa) And she said that it must suck for me having to live with my parents at age 22. Oh Ya... And she also asked if I had any piercings in "naughty" places..

Weird!! I think I prefer sharing the bench with Daniels Posse over disturbingly twisted mothers.

Also, the little girl (age 6) only said one thing the entire 2 hours and that was to ask if she could use my camera..

What the hell?

I don't like kids. After today, I am a little fearful of them.

Pre Blogging... or something

2005-09-01T03:42:00.000-12:00

I've decided to blog first thing today... It probably won't be as interesting but I'm doing it anyway.

I have alot to take care of today in preparation for tomorrow morning.

At 8:30 tomorrow morning I will be meeting with the one of the big AG bosses. I think she's going to just show me the ropes and help me with my "best practices". For anybody who knows me, they're probably thinking... "And? Does it matter so much to you that you have to blog about it?"

YES!! It matters alot to me. It's stressing me the *BEEP* out. I think there is something wrong with me, I am actually worrying about my job. Peep This (<- that was weird)

: Tuesday morning I woke up to my alarm clock at 7:45. Got ready. And was out of the house and headed to work by 9:00am. Half way down the freeway, I realized, "What the hell am I doing? Being responsible? Weird". What next? Get my GED as soon as possible and enroll in college. WHOA!!

Anyway... Bella and I are going to donate food to the League City Animal Shelter. Good Deeds.. Actually, Gladene bought a bunch of bags of dog food that were on clearance at HEB and wanted my mom to donate them to a shelter in need. Seeing as how my mom does not have time to pick her nose, I volunteered to help her out.

The League City Animal Shelter is a very depressing place. If anything bad ever happens to the city of League City, the animal shelter will be the first to be shut down. It's also extremely unsanitary, and they are very short handed. I am actually a registered volunteer for them, but I can't go. Their whole outlook on animal welfare and what not is twisted. I guess I am just used to the HSPCA, where their #1 priority is the animals. They are an organization that care for/treat/adopt out the animals. A local animal shelter does not have the money to treat the animals, let alone even feed them. They try and adopt out the animals, but their sales technique is fucked up. They want the volunteers (while showing prospective adopters the animals) to lie about the animal to get the people to adopt them. We are supposed to tell the customer what they want to hear. Ya.. It's places like this that make this world a horrible place for animals to live in. But I'm still taking them food. The animals still have to eat.

Okay.. Now I am upset.

I really want to color. I get this sometimes. If only I could find my crayons.

Daniel started his new job today. I hope it works out for him.

What should I tell Chloe we are doing when we leave?

Crap.. Maybe I'll tell her we are going to the Dog Wash, Chloe doesn't like baths.