The good, the Bad and the Ugly

So its been a pretty shitty week, me being as bitchy and miserable as usual with the withdrawal effects from the ativan. Things started looking up yesterday when we got invited to go see Nickelback (who I dont entirely mind) with the vp of sales from a large electronic firm. Not only did we get sweet tickets, but backstage passes to meet the band etc etc. This guy was buying our beer and everything it was fucking sweet. So we get through all 3 opening bands - Saving Abel and Papa Roach were good- Hinder sucked ass. Then the lighting storm hit. The venue was outdoor and only certain seats were covered from the lightning and rain. We had 4900 lightning strikes in the Toronto area. So first they delayed Nickelback then they inevitably cancelled the show citing the bad weather. So no show. no afterparty. No way to get Nickelback to sign my tits. :)




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My job and how it blows huge ass. LIKE HUGE. I am avoiding going in lately and am frequently late on purpose. Well hubby went to bat for me and ( I am too scared to say anything cause then something always goes wrong) got me a part time gig selling computer equipment. Its straight commission but let me tell you how I am going to bust my fucking ass to make some dough. And prove myself into a full time job. Cause I am seriously going to go postal at work. Seriously.









Last Subject: Dorian




Yes, him again. He who finds some sick pleasure in toying with me and my feelings. He who sends me a IM in the middle of the night with a sad face and a embarrassed face as his way of saying he is sorry and he is an asshole? Then replies to my question of "what the fuck do you want?" with a I wanted to get a hold of you last night to come and pick me up (to fuck of course).




My response " whatever dorian I have heard that before" and finally his response- "I swear I was ready for you to come and get me"




My final response " so what now?"




He has ignored me since then.




I vow to ignore him this time but I lie to myself. He holds a piece of me and I dont fucking know why. He is a huge asshole but fuck he is cute.

The after effects....

At the risk of sounding like a total whiny bitch; I am in lots of pain today. My leg must have gotten pulled in my meagar attempt to slam the brakes into the pavement and my neck from the fact I was not wearing a seatbelt correctly and my head practically hit the dashboard.

So today is the day I am sitting at home and going to watch a collection of movies I have not seen. I am hitting blockbuster as soon as I get my bloodwork done. I will not leave my bed for nothing but urgent washroom breaks. NO internet....EGAD! No phone and def no shopping. I have like 6 dollars in my account right now. It is pretty pathetic since I bust my ass like no tomorrow for this joint I work at.
I have been taking more that the regular dose of ativan, it makes me feel more relaxed that I have ever felt in my life. I could get used to this.

I am posing a question for all my readers.

WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, IS THE WORST THAT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU?


sincerely,

ROUGE