im in seattle bitch!

im in seattle

its been a week since I've arrived

and i have a job!

lets hope i dont hate it.

i have an interview sunday also for a pt/weekend job.

they are both the same job- hopefully that would kick ass!

budtending at a medical dispensary!

cook this ham!

so, i got a ham.
now i have to cook it.
my parents were here and bought a bunch of groceries too!
the thing is,
i dont eat that much...
so tomorrow, i think i am going to cook up everything!
if you come over you can eat!
then its all going into the freezer.
maybe i will not have to cook ever again?

holy shitsnacks!

today,
i accidentally posted something here that was meant to be posted in a private journal.
to anyone who was subjected to my rantings and opinions,
i hope you will understand my mistake,
and treat it as it was.
private opinion accidentally made public.
the post was public for a very short time-
i hope that my thoughts had minimal exposure.

shit...

this fall weather

its not good for making ice cream sandwiches.

makes me want carmely kramelley caramel corn!

zombie dinosaurs....

realized today.
zombie raptor, not as scary as regular raptor.
you lose the clever girl aspect.

zombie t-rex tho...
much more scary.

i have no butt!

it got a bit more little.
im thinking about taking the webco to the bbp and start riding the free bike.
then maybe one day i can get an awesome hybrid bike like those giants.
half cruiser, half mountain bike!

in other news,
i went to a bear bar last night.
many nice people-
not many bitchy queens...
hence the bear bar.
:)

panic at the relaxing

drop of calm is kicking my brain in the nutz.
i have anxiety i cant do it right.
im just waiting to mess something huge up.


slow down...
what is the point of this place?
to relax.
so relax the fuck up already.


its ok.
i can screw it up,
and the inspectors will tell me,
and they will tell me how to fix it.

guache...
air in,
air out,

time speeds by in the
form of a neon snake.
Massive delusions?
Very probably.
I fear for my safety.
He is as weak as his fellow man.
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate.
I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patient's cohesive lyrical maps
in exchange for a vision of the future.
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal toxins
Hardcore Punk Paste.