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I have unexpectedly and fortunately come into some money so I went ahead and got my Dragon*Con tickets and airfare. Anybody who thinks my priorities are out of whack have no clue how much going every year means to me. Bite me.

Thursday – US Airways Flight 610, leaving here at 9:03 am and arriving ATL 3:41 pm

Monday – returning Flight 70, leaving there at 5:35 pm and arriving here 6:56 pm.

Now, if my friends have thunk ahead and have room reservations, I’m all set. If not, I may not have a room!

Can’t wait til September 3rd!

Money makes the world go around? The world continues to rotate whether you’ve got money or not.

The weekends keep getting longer. Casey’s been laid off his great job and has little money to keep his household running. I feel bad but I don’t have spare money. Ginnie’s out of a job, so she tends to stay home to eat instead of going out all the time. Corey was laid off, too. NOBODY is working and everyone is eating my food. Casey and Kira usually show up sometime on Saturday and just hang out and that kid eats all the time. Peanut butter sandwiches, cereal or cheese. Milk and cheese add up!

Today is Casey’s 26th birthday and he guilted me into baking a cake. And he wanted something specific for dinner, which WalMart was out of (of course) so I had to go to another store and pay an extra $1 per package for it. This just about shot my extras budget for the week. In return he tells me I don’t have to pay him the $100 I still owe him from last month. Mighty white of you there son.

Friend of mine gave me a name to help clean up my credit (fat chance) and looking at the guy’s website, I can’t even afford to do that. I can’t get out of this lease without paying two months rent.

Personally, I can live on sandwiches and cereal, mac & cheese and eggs – in order to have money to go out for #evfn with my friends. I can usually make what I have stretch for my own priorities, but I can’t feed everyone. But what can I do? Gee, kid you’re on your own? I’m nagging Ginnie every day to suck it up and get another job. Casey is supposed to go back to his old tool selling job tomorrow and they’re both supposed to eventually get unemployment. It’s taking a long time for that stuff to kick in.

No, I’m not asking for and don’t anyone send any money. That just makes me feel guiltier and more of a leech. I’m just bitching. One of the projects I was working on for extra money the guy canceled after I did a bunch of work, and I don’t know if he still plans on paying me. I guess I’ll find out Wednesday. And another project for another friend fell through before I even started.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. Bitch a little here, bitch out loud to them, then sell my body? Yeah right, I can’t even give it away.

Last night was soooo much fun. My friend Sheila’s birthday party! A Mardi Gras themed party even. Being the incredible me I was invited to come a bit early for Marshall’s spectacular chocolate souffle. Every time Marshall comes to town I get to try something different and he’s probably the best cook I’ve known. I love getting special invites to his meals. He made gumbo last night too. I’m trying new foods and I actually almost like gumbo. But I loved the souffle. He put mandarin orange slices and a couple of raspberries on the side. Little touches like that. Presentation. We never went much for presentation but I’m starting to appreciate it.

And the party was fantastic! Dancing in the front room, and plenty of Strongbow for me. Lots of friends, lots of laughing and I crashed there so I wouldn’t have to drive home. Got up (unfortunately too) early this morning and eventually Marshall made us all omelettes.

Yeah, I was toasted and managed to get most of the men and some of the women to show their tits for beads. I dragged people onto the dance floor to loosen them up and flirted ineffectually with just about everyone. That’s me. One young man was especially playful and sweet but I was still alone at the end of the night. Oh well.

ENDOFTHEGOOD

And I get home and my house is trashed, people in the basement, power sucking all over and a nasty sticky mess in the kitchen. I go dump my stuff in my bedroom and some young guy I’ve never seen before is in the kitchen looking for a bowl to feed Kira cereal. Uh, who are you and where is this child’s father? Someone broke the DVD part of my home entertainment system. Someone got into my stash of Thin Mints. Someone leaves bathroom lights on and kitchen lights on and TVs on when no one is around.

And would I like to babysit tonight? Fuck no. He cleaned the kitchen, mopped and vacuumed the floors and bathed the kid and apologized for everything. Including pissing off the neighbor. And they just left for the night.

ENDOFTHEBAD

I have this uber geeky couple living behind me and she’s tromping on my last nerve. The “I hate to be a bother, but,” bitch. If I have to hear one more time how they sleep/work different shifts and how allergic they are to cigarette smoke and how they moved specifically to these apartments because they’re supposed to be non-smoking and they can smell smoke through the fucking walls and she just about had an asthma attack because she can smell cigarette smoke in her bathroom and it’s making her sick and her husband sleeps during the day and he’s choking on the smell and oh yeah we’re too loud… One night she rings my doorbell at 10:30 to bitch because Kira had been making too much noise in the bathtub. Apparently last night she gives Casey shit because they were too loud outside on my patio, which is on the opposite side of the building than she is! So they shifted the party over to Mikey-O’s apartment which is right across from hers – just for spite. She’s right about the non-smoking clause in the lease, which is why I smoked outside and I’ve been bitching at Ginnie to do the same. She’s lazy and thinks smoking in the bathroom with the fan on down there is good enough. Uh, no.

You know, if you’re that sensitive to your neighbors why choose an apartment? Wouldn’t it be better to rent a little stand alone house out in the boonies where nobody will bother you?

Shit, her husband Peter (not cool enough to be a Pete) just showed up at my door to reiterate the lease and no smoking rules and that they were too loud last night and she almost called the police. Fine, call the police cuz I wasn’t even here. The cops will nudge us to be quiet and you to get over it. Whatever.

My sister’s step-son’s (who I’ve never met) new baby, which makes me what?

Long lost not-so-Great Aunt Debbie?

So yeah, teeny tiny baby. I get my information 3rd hand through Myspace so I don’t know the weight but that is a TINY baby. Hope all is well. But seriously, Kaydence Kinney? Poor kid.

Look at this face. Isn’t that an adorable face? I only uploaded a couple of pictures but here were some older pics that were on the camera memory rather than on the memory card so they’re a bit out of date. Oh well. So go over to my flickr account and see what’s new.