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i got a friend request from my GRANDMOTHER on myspace. i got the alert text while i was at work and i was like "OH FUCK"....there's no telling what i have up on there :(

so i get home and i had gotten messages from a bunch of my cousins and they were all freaking out too...it was rather amusing.
since my profile wasn't private, i was already fucked. all i could do was clean it up when i got home and hope she doesn't judge me too harshly. i mean, my grandmother is cool as shit....but i think she'd be a little irked at the repetitive use of "fuck" and "shit", lol


work has been a little crazy lately. one of our managers, Wallesha, got in a really BAD car accident last week, so we're short a manager....and of course right about the time that Rosa (the GM) is going to Mexico for 5 days.

funnnn.....

i need to get Wallesha something though. she was pretty badly banged up....but she's lucky her and her sister survived, much less not having any broken bones.

don't have much else to say, really. i gotsta get ready for work :(

happy valentine's day, daddy.

me and my dad have never really gotten along. when i lived at home, we were always at each other's throats. and now that i've moved out, we just don't really talk.

it was my grandmother's birthday tonight. i went over after work to see the whole family and eat dinner and all that. i got ready to leave, fixed daniel a plate to bring to him at work and went to my car. there was a pink card lying in the driver's seat, i figured it was from my grandmother because she said she had a valentine's card for me but i honestly thought she'd hand it to me instead of putting it in my car.

anyway, i opened it and it was from my dad.

first of all, the fact that HE got me a card is insane. my mom always did the cards and wrote his name in it. he got me a card....just from him.

it said:
"you've always been your own person...and i love the person you are. i love you, daddy."

omfg. talk about tugging at the heart strings, lol.

i went back inside and gave me a huge hug and kissed his cheek.

seriously.
made my week.

long day.

couldn't sleep last night...i tried to wait up for daniel since he said he was only going to the shop for a few hours. i finally gave up around 1am (even though i had to be up at 6am). i called him twice with no answer and then sent a text.

he finally gets home at 5AM, wakes me up and gives me the rundown of his day.

really? that's awesome but fuck you...you don't bother to call me all god damned day and now you want to talk my head off?? he apparently left the shop at 11pm and went to one of the artist's house and just "hung out"

FABULOUS. fucking call me you douchebag instead of letting me sit at home and worry.

oh, and for the icing on the cake....after he gets done telling me about his day, he wants to have sex.

umNO.

wake up at 630, get ready as fast as i can, tired as shit, sit in rush hour traffic freaking out that i'm going to be late and Josh won't be able to get in and put up the truck.
i get there at 815 and i'm the only one there. i wondered wtf everyone was, until i realized....IT'S TUESDAY.
so not truck day.
great. i'm early. :|

blahblahblah. go through the motions with lots of caffeine. i'm trying so damn hard to get my speed numbers and PAR repair guy comes in the middle of the rush to fix something THAT'S NOT BROKEN and he's all sorts of up in my way, fucking up my speed. he figures out that nothing's wrong and leaves.

i swear to you, the second he walks out the door, this old lady walks in with a huge silver clipboard and i'm like "oh fuck."

yep. surprise health inspection!!!!

i freak out and send ana to run around the store and correct anything that could be out of place. if i fuck up this inspection i will seriously kill myself.

i did fine though. answered her questions and we got a perfect score. 100% bitches.



so now...i'm finally home. my feet are killing me, i'm cramping, i'm pmsing and to be honest, i'm feeling pretty damn hideous right now. my face decided to blow up overnight and i'm bloated so i feel like a whale. UGHHGHGHGHGHGH.

i got out of the shower and put on make up. yeah. my best friend is coming over just to chill and whatever. he really could care less what i look like...but FUCK. i can't stand this. i really wanna call him up for a raincheck. this is depressing.

i've finally joined the rest of the world.

i still hate the word "blog" though.

i hope i can change the title? i drew a blank.