its easy to get knocked down a peg when it's kicked out from underneath you.

my roommate got dumped.  or at least i assume when she didn't say, "i dumped him"

anyway, im feeling better.  we're expecting some massive snow storm tonight.  every time the temp drops below freezing my car wont start.  i'm sure you can tell how awesome that is.

i also get to drive in said disaster tomorrow to go to work.  wooo....hoooo...

tonight i got two of the best voice mails ever, and two beta fish, they're fancy though.  i have to name them...

i want two names that go together, but they're both male, so i cant call them fred and ginger...

i was thinking charlie and linus...but i wanted something a little deeper than that.

make suggestions.

i find it rather ironic that during the world series, the rockies are waving white flags...

because, what does it mean when you wave a white flag?

it means you surrender.

irony is a beautiful thing.

let me tell you a little story about getting ovaries removed.  

nothing quite like going to mass general...

i've spent quite a bit of time there, it's like a 4th or 5th home.

now when life throws me lemons, i'll slice 'em up and stick them in a drink with a lot of booze.

so when life gave me cancer, i made ovary jokes.

actually they were more like jokes about me not needing ovaries because i'm a ninja and being able to babies out of thin air and out of sweat shops...also that now i could have lots of meaningless condomless sex wtih only worries of std's....yeah, i'm classy...mind you i was kidding.

anyway, that's not the point.  the surgery went well, and i am well.

my living situation fucking blows.

primarily because my roommate is a lazy, filthy, slob, who smokes....

my least favorite smell is stale cigarette smoke.  

that smell is in all of my clothes, in my bed, in the furniture, in the carpet, everywhere...

besides that, she and her friends smoke so much combined that the entire fuckng living room is filled from ceiling to floor, with smoke...and it lingers...so much that it takes the ceiling fan roughly an hour (no lie) to circulate the smoke out...

i've voiced my utter distain and disapproval of this happening...but it still does...

and i'm fucking tired, and pissed, and tired of having to hose down the apartment with the "clorox fresh care heavy duty fabric refresher" specifically made to get out pet and smoke odors...it's my survival tactic...

Virgo's Compatability- Cancer,virgo, Gemini, Taurus, Capricorn

Possible Compatabilty- Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Pisces

Opposite Compatability- Aries, Libra, Scorpio 

odd...

my mother: scorpio
my father, alicia, bri, jason, nikki, florida chris, tiffanee:  libra
my sister, chris: aries
my brother, tony, eric: aquarius
erin: virgo

in an odd way, it makes sense that this is how it would be...

Cash matters are looking good, but even better is your sense of style, so use the positive planetary influences to branch out a little: jazz up your look with some chic accessories, or choose an outfit in a color that you wouldn’t normally consider. Think outside the box, today!

that's my horoscope for today.  i have a job interview at 2! I've felt good about this job since I applied.  I'm going to make this happen.

Anyway, surgery is in about 3 weeks from now.  it'll be a bilateral oophorectomy, aka removal of both ovaries. so kiss those baby makers goodbye!  yes, i have to have a sense of humor about it, otherwise i might just freak out...oh well.  at least my doctor told me that the cancer hasn't spread.  so it's surgery then a couple cycles of chemo after, and cancer in remission!

i feel good about this.  I really do.

and now freebird is on the radio...

While I appreciated growing up in the 80's, I will til this day hate the fashion of the 80's.  I'll love when this phase, too, goes.  burn all your spandex and neon in a glorious chemical blaze that will deplete the ozone...rejoice while wearing the always in style jeans and a tshirt, neither of which are "skinny".  Enjoy relaxed fit.  i hate big buttons and turtlenecks, start a new trend, or at least steal one from an era who didn't think that hypercolor tshirts, shoulder pads, and jelly shoes were the way to go.  the linebacker look is not the new black.

anyway, i feel like ass, and now i need to go find a new job.

fuck.

the short versions:

i lost my job. 

i lost my apartment.

its a weird feeling having all your dreams crushed all at the same time.
 
no job, no home, no kids, no hope.

there won't be a long version, so don't ask.