Today sucks balls. All day has been bad. Nothing good has happened today.

I would like to blame it all on the stupid happy-go-lucky couple I saw this morning. They started it all. It was bad from there.

No good today.

Now would be a nice time to have a boyfriend, I would make him cheer me up.

So. I totally have my own place. In Vancouver. All mine. I move in on the 28th. I can't fucking wait.

According to Thing 1, he's going to be staying at my place during the week, because it's closer to his work. But he's nice enough to give me my place on the weekends. What a nice guy, eh?


Hahaha, yeah right, buddy. All mine. But he can spend the nights sometimes, maybe, if he's lucky. His place is closer to my work. We should trade. I want a loft. I also want his car. He can take the bus.

I have so much stuff I need to buy. The first little while is going to suuuck.

No one gets anything for Christmas. Hahahaa.



I'm so happy with life right now. <3

I'm sitting here at home, for my fourth day in a row of missing work. I'm so bored. I was at my momma's for a few days, but that was even more boring. Ugh, being sick sucks balls.

It's funny, because everyone thinks that I have swine. I don't have it! I don't know what I have. But there is no fever, just a massive headache. The nausea is gone. The dizziness is gone. The general feeling like shit is gone. BossLady just didn't want me coming into work today. She is one of the people that is convinced that I have swine. OH NO, THERE'S A TAIL!! Oh, just kidding.

Feels so weird not being at work for so long. I'm so bored! Hopefully there will be lots for me to do when I go back on Monday.

Natalie comes back from Mexico on Saturday! Hopefully I'll be able to see her on Sunday! Ooooo, I misses her. Hopefully we'll be moving out? Or I'll be moving out on my own? I don't think Linda wants me to continue being here. I feel like I'm intruding her space.

I love being single. There's Mr. Package, Irish Boy is out of the picture, but now there is Thing 1. I think Thing 1 is my favourite, but I've only met him once, so it would be nice to meet up with him again. We would have this week, but I was dying. Hopefully next week! He's fucking hubba. I'm quite excited about this.

I got my fifth star on my ankle. Holy fuck, my brother has 5 children. He only has rights over 3. Signing over his rights. It's so sad.... I also got my treble clef behind my ear redone. So it's thicker, and the heart is coloured in. In a few weeks, I'm going in and getting my back tattoo fixed up. By a different guy, so it's going to cost me money. Tarot is gone, so there go my free touch ups. :( As soon as that is done, I will get started on my next piece, which is going to be fucking sexy.

The headache is coming back, which means I'm ending it here. Goodbye, cruel world.

PS: I don't know if you were talking about me. But if you were, or if you are curious why I don't try and contact you, it's because I'm still hurt by those words. I just don't know what to say to you anymore. That definitely changed our friendship, reading those words. I don't care if you're horrible with the phone. I don't give two shits. So am I, and look at all the times I called you. I'm sick of being the only one putting in effort for this friendship. If YOU want this friendship to keep going, and not die, I expect some effort. I'm done. Ball is in your court.

Just like the title. Ugh. I need to stop drinking on Thursdays. I hate having to do Fridays hung over, tired, and my hair unbrushed because I thought that I was going to be staying with Natalie, but Drunk Amy always wins, and I end up at Haydens, and he doesn't own a brush like Natalie does.

So now I'm sitting here with my hair up in a ponytail and freezing my ass off at work, and it would really be helpful if I could put my hair down. Stupid sex hair.

My life is so interesting.

Btw: Boo Canucks. COME ON!

This is me in a fridge.

Got drunk this weekend. Big surprise.
Bryan thought it would be funny to take everything out of his fridge and see if I could fit.
Turns out I can.
Picture later.

Aaahhh, the break ups, the heart aches, the downs of relationships.

We didn't last long this time. I just can't get back into it. I feel so bad. I do love him, I do care for him, but the dating part of our journey is over. I can't go back to dating. After he told me, about a month ago, that there was no chance of us getting back together, ever, I started treating it that way. I got over it, moved on. When he threw this thing at me, I decided to give it another shot. But ... I just couldn't. He's very sad, and I don't think he's ready to let go. But, he must. I need to let go and move on, make him try and be happy without me. Because I can't be there for him anymore.

It's Amy time. I'm just going to try and make it all about me for as long as possible. Another relationship? No thanks.

Bring on the cats. That's right. It's time to become a crazy cat lady. I already got the crazy part, Linda has a cat, we just need another cat. Both of us will just be the crazy cat ladies.

I told Linda's mom yesterday, "You'll be receiving a Christmas card of Linda and I and a bunch of cats."

James and I are back together. He loves me, doesn't want to live without me, he wants to marry me.

He told me that he went to the jewelry store, and he wanted to buy me a ring, but he didn't have enough money. I told him that he didn't have to marry me or propose to me right now. I just want to know that in the future there is the option, that he isn't totally opposed to marrying me. He told me that he wants to one day, once he makes something of himself.

He just wants to take care of me forever. To see me everyday when he's off work. He said that he will work extra hard, two jobs, so that he can buy me a ring. It was totally adorable. I told him not to worry about it. We need to focus on getting his car paid off, and putting us through school. We need to make careers, something of our lives. We need to work together on this. I think he finally gets it. He told me that he didn't believe that it was actually happening and was real until we gave our notice. That's when he realized that he couldn't live without me. He's been so lonely and depressed without me, and when he got a job the other day, he didn't even care, because he still didn't have me.

He said that he doesn't care where we live or who we live with, he just wants to be with me. He said this because I told him that I'm still moving out with Linda because she needs to get out of her apartment. He said that he'll live with her. She has a cat? He doesn't care. Kristy, you know how he feels about cats. He doesn't care. As long as he's with me. He said that he'll sell all of his stuff so that we can buy new stuff together, so that I own some things, too. Seeing as how basically everything in the house is his.

Some people may think this is a mistake. Some people are already telling me this. I just hope that people can be happy for me. He loves me, I love him, we take care of each other, we make each other happy. No relationship is perfect, it takes effort and work. The grass isn't always greener on the other side.

Oopsies! I made a boo boo! xD

No more drinking and late night booty calls!