Get it, girl.

Still behind on the posts, I know.

We had a creeper come into my work today. He was talking all sorts of nonsense, and my throat/mouth have been killing me today (I chomped the SHIT out of the back of my tongue, making my tongue, mouth, throat, and ear hurt so much I can't talk very loud, as that requires more use of the tongue), so I had little patience to keep talking to this whack-job, so I turned around and walked away. As I was doing so, he yelled out, "AW, GET IT, GIRL! Rock out to Sublime!" What?!

I don't know, here's some Gary Busey creepin':

When the dog bites, when the bee stings.

These are a few of my favorite things:

Circuses:

Musicians:

Gypsies:

These three things are really not too different from one another. They all travel, they're all potentially entertainment, and they all have some serious stigma behind them. What does this say about me? All I know is, if Gogol Bordello added a circus to their show, Tyler would have some serious competition:

Do you really want to live forever?

I told myself I was going to post every single day, if possible. Unfortunately for anyone who reads this, I've fallen out of blogging mode, meaning I don't remember the small things during the day that may be interesting to read about. So for today, you get a sweet picture:

So they all got on a very large boat and went back to England.

"Skeet" as told by urban dictionary:

"Skeet" is actually a form of birth control practiced by the African-American tribes of North America near the beginning of the 21st Centruy. Visionaries of the time (such as Lil Jon and Nelly) recognized the inevitable and everpresent danger of overpopulation in their land and decided to take action. They discovered an ancient form of birth control used by their ancestors that involved "pulling out and shooting" (much like skeet shooting) during sexual intercourse, as to not impregnate the female, or "biatch". The visionaries spread the word the only way they knew how: rap music. People would listen to the songs of the visionaries during ritual smoking ceremonies and chant "skeet skeet skeet!". Every tribe of their kind in the land listened to rap music and the idea of skeeting quickly gained in popularity. Soon, the entire African-American tribe had done its part to offset the effects of overpopulation through generations of skeeting on the women that they did not wish to impregnate. "

Aw, Lil Jon and Nelly's ancestors are the members of 2 Live Crew.* I must say, though, they haven't done well at the art of "skeeting", as they are both fathers. I wonder how the members of 2 Live Crew are faring in their quest for fruitless, protectionless, sexual encounters over the past decade. Fare thee well on your noble quest, good sirs. Don't forget the antibiotics!

*2 Live Crew: Shake a Lil' Somethin' (1996)

"Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws

Pull it out and skeet the walls "

Attitude! You've got some fucking attitude!

I have no idea what my issue is, but I've been working with a short fuse the past two days. I feel like a body of water that is expanding and contracting, ready to overflow at any moment with intense angry fuckery. At the moment, I am merely irritable, but something is definitely bubbling at the surface. Which, overall, is pretty strange. There is absolutely nothing going on, or nothing that has happened that warrants this sort of feeling. My experiences with people have been pleasant, with the exception of a few mildly annoying scenarios, but that's completely the norm when you work retail, I never have a problem shrugging those off my shoulder.

Poor Tyler had to bear a little bit of the brunt of it the other night, when he called me and woke me up, singing a song to me at 3am. But, at least I explained to him it wasn't him I was annoyed with, I was just a crabby pants in general and it wasn't his fault. But sometimes, when you're inebriated, it's hard not to take someone else's moodiness personally. He seemed to get over it quickly, although his demands for me to "stop being crabby" the past two days are futile. However, I have ceased to take my crabbiness out on him since that first night.

I have stopped using my regular sleep aids and have gone back to nyquil, which is less effective and less calming, so this could be the culprit, as the quality and amount of sleep I have been getting has been dramatically cut down. I should probably go see my doctor soon.

If I still got a period, I would think I was PMSing. But I don't. However, I am due for another depo shot, so maybe that is it. I've never had this before when I have been due for a shot, so it's highly unlikely this is the case. I'm going to assume that it is merely due to the massive amounts of change coming up, and my inability to control any of it just yet because nothing is set in stone. I am anxious to put all of the little pieces of my life into place, and have some serious concerns that it won't fall together as easily as I need it to. I'm also overdue for some Tyler time. This upcoming visit is going to entail a lot of practicality and will potentially get me to Austin quicker that I had originally anticipated. I'm stressing big time about this weekend, but I am also excited. I guess this is probably the root of my irritability. My emotions are pulling themselves in two different directions.

That, or I just need a real night's rest.

See? This is why I write blogs. Thinking in text helps me sort through the clutter that encompasses my brain and figure out what is going on. Well, that, and sometimes, you just have to make a record of the crazy that is your life. I wish everyone I knew wrote blogs. Or, at least more people I knew.

I am currently waiting for Harry Potter 6 to load so I can watch it, since it has become blatantly obvious I am not going to make it to the theaters to see it anytime soon. Time to rehydrate and wash my face.