what the hell is sticky post?

and it ain't even over yet.


R.I.P. Pacsun.


what a week, ladies and gentlemen, what a week.

i guess that emotions like this can always be over ridden with ice cream, booze, or sleeping...

this fucking sucks, i'm not gonna lie



but i am definately (well, hopefully) all cried-out for the evening

and, for that matter, i'm not alot of things.

starting with the letter A,(and these will NOT be in alphabetical order inside of each category) i am not an amoeba, an armadillo, an aggressive person (unless properly provoked), an artificial plant.

B- not a baboon, or a Bonobo monkey- who give each other oral sex, a beached whale, beautiful, a brilliant person, a biblical character, a banker

C- not a communist, cook, calligrapher, computer, creepy person in the bushes, candidate for the presidency, covered in chocolate. yet.

D- desirable, doctor, Drew Barrymore (which i'm really ok with)

E- environmentalist. I mean, i like it and all (the environment)....just not to the extreme.

F- a feminist

G- God. anymore.

H- horse, herbie from rudolf, hitler-impersonator.

I- icelandic, itchy

J- jewish (contrary to popular belief)

K- kei-kei. I HATE that name.

L- lemon-flavored, lutheran, lovely, a lumberjack

M- melon-flavored, a mom, mugged, a moose

N- necrophiliac

O- ogre, orange

P- purple, punctual, pretty, pokey, primitive

Q- quick, quiet, a queen

R- rigid, rockstar, robot

S- slimy, sub-par, soda-drinking, soggy, a salad, a sandwich, soiled

T- timely, transforming, a turtle, totalitarian, toothless

U- unjust, ugly, unicorn

V- valuable, vagabond

W- wishy-washy, wiggly, wanton, warbly, wombat

X- xylophone-talented (unfortunately)

Y- yes-woman, yellow

Z- a zeebee, zebra, zimbabwe-an

those are what i am not.

and now i am not watching tv, which is what i am trying to do.

ok, so the day is a LITTLE bit better.

but having to clean up dog diarrhea really really blows.

so this entry isn't a total waste, here's one of those stories I was talking about-

"The Time I Set Myself On Fire"

it was probably around 11 o'clock at night, and I was making myself chicken noodle soup in my big fluffy white robe. I was stirring the soup with a spoon, looked at the tv behind me, and then looked back to discover that I was aflame- my arm had caught on fire! I started to beat out the fire with my other arm, but only resulted in catching that arm aflame as well. So I hit my arms together, and SOMEhow- still not sure how this worked out- I put my arms out. I sighed a breath of relief and started stirring my soup again. All of the sudden, I looked over my shoulder, and saw flames CLIMBING MY BACK. I freak out, and at this point I shed my robe and stamp on it while it's on the floor. Then, totally naked, with spoon in hand, I go alert my roommate to the fact that I was just on fire, and how awesome it was.

She was totally asleep, and pissed that I woke her up...I remember our brief but poignant conversation going a little something like this:

(fake name inserted to protect privacy)

Me: Qumqat! Qumqat! Guess what?!?

Q: What?

Me: I was just on FIRE!!!

Q: ...are you hurt?

Me: No!!!

Q:...then why did you wake me up?

Me: .......I'll see you in the morning

Q: ok


In retrospect, I probably should have just dropped and rolled...

why didn't I listen to Mr. Safety in Kindergarten?

it would've saved me a REALLY nice robe.

Moral: Stop, drop, and roll...and don't wake your roommate unless you have third degree burns.

this is just one of those days that has sucked, and will probably keep doing so.

one of the dogs just pooped ALLLL over the carpet. major grossness.

le sigh

(though, to let everyone know- the party last night was muy awesome-o. it was good times)

Time for another starbucks party!

this time, though, it's a christmas party...and it isn't my store. my roommate's store is having a starbucks christmas party and I was invited- first through my roommate, and then early this morning (8 or so am) by her manager. I worked today from 6:45 till 10:45 in the am (kind of crappy short shift, but nice when you're tired as hell) and Laura (roomie's manager) stopped in at approximately 8...ish? She came to my register and asked for a grande triple shot something or other, and this is how the dull (and waste of your time to read) conversation went:

L(aura): Hey Keighley, can I get a grande triple shot (sugar-free french vanilla, nonfat) latte?
Me: Sure!
L: Yeah, I neeeeed the caffeine. I have SO much to do toda-- are you coming to the party tonight?
Me: Hmm? Oh, yeah.
L: I have soo much to do before the party- my apartment is a complete mess and I kind of want it to look decent, you know?
Me: Oh yeah, I know what you mean, hahahah. So is it at your apartment? Or Travis' (next door neighbor to Laura, best friends with Laura's assistant store manager, previously MY store manager, used to be an old employee of starbucks, and looks like a salamander/other type of lizard)?
L: (mumbles something unintelligible)
Me: ...oh....awesome... (confused)
Me: So, what time does it start at again?
L: Oh, officially at eight, but most people aren't getting there until nine- you know, they have to close the store and stuff (implying to NOT show up before 9 unless willing to risk death or assist in set-up)
Me: Right, right. Ok, awesome! (pulls out whip and lashes Laura 39 times in the style of Pilot/Jesus)

(ok, so the very last set of parenthesis was made up to see if you were still paying attention)



anyway, I'm really excited. this is the first time I've had a job where I've really enjoyed spending time with other employees outside of starbucks- and not just one or two of them, but multiple partners (partners are what employees of starbucks are called). it's like our own little community- cult-like, but with less koolaid and mass genocide. my roomie and I have hung out with other partners numerous times- playing trivial pursuit, mad gab, apples to apples, getting drunk with them, hitting the batting cages, seeing movies, and just the regular "hanging out".

I love working for starbucks, and I love the people in it.

so...erm...moral of the story- gooo starbucks?


(speaking of morals, it's one of my biggest goals in life to have tons of stories to tell my grandkids [or other people in the home] when I grow old, and I decided today that I should start writing them down so I don't forget them...maybe I'll start to do it here?)

ok-
about to make an entry, but nevermind!

going out!

i will go party
and i will never come home
time to go get drunk

a haiku about my night to be