Catherine

Now, a question. Is it normal that I'm thinking "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck...what have i gotten myself into?"

I'M ENGAGED!!!!

Current Mood: giddy

How do I pretend to be ok when everyone seems to want something to be wrong?

Even the crappiest, most pissant job will have one thing in common. At each one, you can learn little life lessons that never would have occured to you.

For example, at a grocery store, I learned to always use the plastic bags for your produce. Those conveyor belts are not nearly as clean as you may want to think they are. And, trust me, you don't want to know what has been on them.

At Macy's, I have learned don't ever buy the display bedding. Again, trust me, you don't want to know what has been on them.

yay drunky drunky catherine...

now i remember why i quit drinking...at least with the group i hung out with.

do yall remember when i crashed the tempo? i told that story twice tonite...

i dont think i will ever have new friends who care about me as much, who are as good as yall are to me...

My friends from austin. I wish I could come see you tomorrow, but...call me, peeps...713-412-2541

I miss my Austin friends...

I love you peeps....

I sm genuinly ok. This shit rocks ass. I am drunk and just told my mom that her suspicions were correct. I did have an abortion. And I am soooo not dealing.

I Dunno...I have been toying with the idea of posting, but i am so afriad that it has been too long. I miss the only people whom I could call my freinds. After Pogo died, it was very hard for me to post. I don't know if my Austin friends realize how much I miss them, but I do. And, I am going to try to be better about posting.

I know it has been a long time since I have posted...I think it was in Novemeber, when Pogo died. Life is...well, it is. I have shingles. it blows. Painfully blows. I miss posting here.

You:
Thank you for staying up with me on Friday night. It meant so much to me. More than I know how to express.

Current Mood: around...

Pogo is gone. I know she is better off, but I still wasn't ready to lose her.

Current Mood: numb

1) Pogo needs to go on little rattie rogaine. She is going hard-core bald.

2) I hate ovulating. It puts out all kinds of crazy pheremones, leading to dealing with jerks.

3) Men are slimeballs.

4) Here is your sword, would you like to fall on it now?

So, we put a hummingbird feeder out. Now we have this really possessive hummingbird that has moved in. When he isn't eating, most of the time, he is sitting by the feeder, guarding it. And chasing off any others that dare to come to his feeder. My dad has named him Rocky. It is really kinda funny.

In other funny animal news, Dilo stowed away in my purse the other day. I had the girls out, getting ready for a dentist appt. When I was getting ready to leave, I could only find one of them. I thought, no big deal, they are creatures of habit. So, I closed my door, and off I went. Well, I am about to walk into the door of the office building when my purse moves. I look down and see her little head sticking out. She looked so proud of herself. However, for the sake of the staff, other patients, and health department, I took her back home.

1) Had an extremely fucked up friend sleep it off for a couple of hours in the guest room
2) Took a bath in my parents whirlpool tub.

Dude, I am a loser.

Since I can still feel my blood pressure skyrocketing and this always makes me feel better, maybe it will help calm me down...



Rats: The Reason Behind their short lives:


One day, some angels went to God, and asked him if they might spend some time on Earth, to learn, and perhaps to teach. He answered that some of the people might be frightened of them; that "His" children's idea of beauty, might not be of His own.

The angels replied that maybe those who could look past the differences deserved the blessings that the angels could offer them.

But God was still concerned. The angels needed Heaven's air to breathe; they would suffocate down on Earth.

The angels promised to hold their breath as long as possible, and would then return, when they could not hold it any longer. God agreed, and sent down the angels.

Many people were frightened of these creatures, despised them, and tried to kill them in great numbers.

However, the few who recognized the true angelic properties in these creatures, took them in, sheltered them, provided them food, and gave them love. In return, they received more joy and laughter, than they could possibly imagine.

But alas, soon the angels could hold their breath no more. After just a short time on Earth, they had to leave, and return to Heaven. Yet they were sure to tell the next group of angels, exactly who to seek out, when they descended on down to Earth.


~author unknown


...but it does make me want to cry a little...

You know what, genuis? You don't deserve me as a friend. But, if you still have a braincell left in that fucking head of yours, you won't keep pointing it out, or one day I might listen to you. Now, STFU so I can get some fucking SLEEP!!!

i screwed up. im sorry. what the hell else do people want from me??

Current Mood: ready to slit my wrists

Do you ever find that there is a certain song that you associate with someone. For no real reason. They never liked the song, there was no memorable moment with them to it, or anything like that. Yet, for some reason, you just think of them whenever you hear a certain song.

I find myself remembering certain people a lot, wondering what they are up to. I toy with the idea of trying to find out, but I know they would think I am crazy.

*Sigh*

I guess I forgot to mention in my last entry that I also get a lot more contemplative around my birthday.

Current Location: home
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: the rats arguing

I always get a little testy and depressed around my birthday. It usually happens at Christmas, also. Don't really know why, but I do. It doesn't help that my manager and a woman I work with have decided to start trying to marry me off.

Yup. Marry me off. She is trying to get me to go to church with her and he has decided that he is going to start keeping an eye out for guys at his church for me. I am not too sure how I feel about this. Do I seem like I need to be married off? Or that I can't meet a guy on my own? (Ok, granted, I can't, but does everyone know it?) Bah. I would settle for a decent date.

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: blah