Tick Tock Tick Tock..

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.

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.

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..

I got her so good.

Good Night.

not sure.

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.

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.

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How does one become a prostitute?

The Truth Comes Out.

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.

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?

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...

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?

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.....

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..

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."

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".

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

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!!

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....

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....

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

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.