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Grrr. Still trying to figure out this damn mobile blogging!!Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

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So....... last night i tried taking the bus home from work. BIG mistake. HUGE. ive come to the conclusion that i NEED to get going on this license thing. not because other people want me to but because not having a license/car REALLY fucking blows. I work in Anaheim Hills and if youre from so-cal you know its a pretty nice area. Apparently the people at the Orange County Transportation

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Sitting at home listening to the girls talk philosophical mumbo jumbo. the creation of man. mans purpose on earth. defining freedom and boundaries. heavy stuff. for a monday.on a lighter note, people who raise opossums as pets and dance them all around. just another night at 148 N. Windgap...

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ive been having the weirdest dreams lately....On Sunday i dreamt of a high school friend who i havent seen in years. in my dream he was knocking on my front door and when no one came to open it, he opened my screen and put his hand in my window and hit mw on the top of my head. not only had that scared the shit out of me in my dream, but it also scared me in real life too. i woke up in bed

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Happy monday everyone! im baaaaack!!i was re reading my blog the other night and forgot just how much i missed writting. i dont know why i stopped in the first place. i think my big move has really taken front stage over anything else i had going on. which, let me remind you, wasnt much. it was a long crazy summer that turned into an interesting fall thats leads me to here. Monday February 1,

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Dear Strangers With Issues,Do I look like Dear Fucking Abby? When im sitting here at my desk typing away happily on one of my many non-work related websites, do you REALLY think i want to hear about your baby mama drama? Do you think i NEED to know that your husband is a deadbeat dad who never sees his kids and THATS why you cant afford these Dior sunglasses? im sorry that your life sucks, but

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i ate too much.*stupid hormones*for lunch, my co workers and i decided to have a carnitas taco bar in our office. great idea. or at least i thought it was. i totally fat assed it :/ four tacos plus rice and beans. but oh man it was so delicious...i miss carnitas. i havent had them in forever. i miss living in santa ana. :/ the BEST place for carnitas is walking distance from my moms house. id get

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Saw this on Lilu's page http://www.livitluvit.com/search/label/TMI%20ThursdayHere it is. My very first TMI Thursday. Dont judge me. :)Before i moved out on my own, and way before i realized that if we were really quiet we could totally have sex in my bedroom at my mom's house, Whatshisface and i used to park his truck around the block from my house and, for the lack of a better term, get it on.

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... any takers? eh, eh?i am pmsing SO freakin bad. Im in a cranky mood and i want to eat everything in sight! everything i say! i had a bag of flammin hot cheetos and a rock star for lunch. DEFINITELY not weight watchers friendly :/ and now the cramps are so bad i feel like my uterus is trying to escape my body via the birth canal. at least i hope its cramps. it could very well just be insane gas

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... hope its a great one, ya'll!p.s im 110 days celibate... my vagina is officially in mourning :(lol

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i burned myself making dinner the other night. the burn on my hand has manifested into something that looks like poop. like, literally. sometimes i forget where it came from and insist on scrubbing it off. its quite distracting. lmao

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you CAN NOT put potato peels down the garbage disposal.... :/ i killed our garbage disposal last week and turns out, potato peels were my weapon of choice. lolive never been fancy enough to have a garbage disposal. thats why we always had dogs growing up. anyway. something told me not to use it. but then i saw how it easy it was so the other night when i made potatoes with my roast i rinsed the

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The girls and i had our super sweet housewarming party this weekend. soooooo much fun.all the shopping and running around and shit and its over with. in the blink of an eye. i had a blast though. everyone else did too. we got a lot of stuff for our new casa. i cant wait to use it all. there was food and booze galore. i drank and drank and drank, but didnt get WASTED. i was too busy being a

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Its officially been a week that ive been living in my new house. :)i think we're all getting used to one another and our schedules. its weird coming home to MY home after work every night. but a good weird. an independent weird. we (finally) registered for our housewarming party at good old Target. i hope we get lots of stuff. :)went and saw my mom saturday morning. its kinda weird to be a

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im moved into my new place. with the exception of few boxes still on the floor in my bedroom... loli've even got Bear in the backyard :) but more about that later...i should be more excited, i think, but im not. maybe the lack of sleep has caught up with me. maybe its my brain running a million miles a minute. maybe im just crazy... my day off on friday got off to a very good start at 7am. it was

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Its thursday, guys!! which means its almost friday. which means its almost the weekend, yay!!!!well, techinically today IS my friday, since im taking tomorrow off from work to get a head start on my big move. we got the keys to our house last sunday ::scream:: so ive been moving things little by little all week. i still have a ton to do though! and just added to my list is "make myself gorgeous"

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i havent been able to blog all day today because i cant seem to sit fucking still.....i had a starbucks this morning when i got to work (for the first time since i started weight watchers 2 months ago!!!) and i've been all jittery ever since. i began to organize, then reorganize the patient charts, pulling the ones that need to be to put in storage and re labeling some of the older ones.if i was

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Im finally moving out of my moms house.at the end of this month a few friends and i will be leaving the childhood homes that we've spent 22 plus years living in. an incredible house for rent happened to fall into our laps and we just had to take the oppotunity.im excited and sad all at the same time. ive never been on my own before so this is pretty big. and what am i going to do without my chef

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Work has been an absolute nightmare today.Last week an old man called to order a contact for his wife. now, they are both pretty messed up in the head (when she first started to wear the contact she came in three times to be rechecked because she was sure the contact wasnt working for her. 2 of those 3 times, she had the contact in the wrong eye. oh ps, in case you havent caught on yet, i work

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Happy Hump Day, everyone!i hope its a good one.whether youre humping or not :)im not. in case you were wondering. :(and im quite sad about that. celibacy is a tricky thing... two months in and i miss sex like crazy...lolmaybe thats the reason for the funk im in. hmmanywho, make it a good one...

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office meetings.but yay for free lunch! :)i should be more interested in this. afterall im a contact lens wearer and shes going over new developments in the contact lens solution world. but im not. too busy eating my salad...something about proteins and enzymes and eye junk. ::yawn::

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is the biggest flippin bummer!!!i got here this morning and the whole fucking office had turned into timbuktoo!none of the computers were working which meant none of the machines were working. i couldnt properly pre test anyone, and i certainly couldnt ledger anything in peoples accounts (i could check my email though, thank goodness for that. otherwise i might have really put out someones eye!)i

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... that i have the same haircut as one of those jonas brothers homos. (my apologies if anyone is a fan of theirs. not because I've offended you but because you must be tone deaf) :/ i was watchin the grammys tonight and to my horror some genius thought it would be grand if those boys performed with stevie wonder. it wasnt, trust me. its lucky for mr wonder that he's blind, so he didn't have to

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going out tonight!!!T's 23rd bday. can't wait to get to the bar to drink and dance my ass off.ps. im wearing my skinny jeans. not skinny like skinny leg that all the skinny bitches wear that look like they were painted on, but MY skinny jeans. as in jeans i haven't been able to fit into in forever. :-) not to toot my own horn, but i look fucking hot.Lol. goodnight everyone, hope you enjoyed your

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there is a jeopardy marathon on the game show network... hooray! the night isn't a total waste afterall... (that was complete sarcasm by the way) lol

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im in another one of my fabulous moods. :/ im cranky because im hungry. chef aka my slave aka my older brother took it upon himself to take the night off. so i got home and there was no dinner (i know, ::insert suspense music here::). i had a bowl of cheerios and some skim milk for dinner. wasn't the cheeseburger i had been craving all day, but i made do with what i had. its raining and its cold

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1. I've come to realize that my last kiss...*wasnt so great. but the one before that was amazing... geez. i miss him. blah!2. I am listening to.....*The Red Hot Chilli Peppers3. I talk.....*all the damn time.. i never stop4. I love...*eating, drinking and being in good company (preferably all at the same time), getting my scalp massaged, falling asleep in someones arms, watching shitty reality

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I stayed in last night and did absolutely nothing. :(and i mean nothing.i came home from work and Chef aka my slave aka older brother made a delicious honey mustard chicken from a weight watchers recipe (its easy to stay on track and get skinny when you have a personal chef aka slave. now i know how Oprah does it. fat bitch...) lol. i washed dishes and planted my ass in front of the tv and

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Our night went something like this... MTP picked me up around nine-ish. he seemed a bit uneasy. i asked him if he was uncomfortable and he confessed that he was.me: are you uncomfortable because youre buying porn, or because youre buying it with me?mtp: im uncomfortable because ive never bought porn before. i walked into that store once and walked right out. what if i see

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Last night i was texting back and forth with MTP and he mentioned that he was channel surfing for "free porn". i didnt know such a thing existed, but supposedly someone told him if you surf the pay per view channels occasionaly the have "free preview" nights. whatever... so anyway, i says to himme: youre a lameass. why dont you just freakin buy some?mtp: because ive only been to one of "those"

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Do you still​ have pictu​res of you & your ex?*no. we never took any pictures together. he didnt think he was very photogenic and i agreed.hahahaha!Who'​s the last perso​n you had a sleep​over with?​*aj, he and i shared a catnap on sunday while jen ran to the store :) hes such a cute kid when he's slepping lolWhen was the last time you cried​?​*i cant remember.which is a good thing!Do you use

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ive totally lost ten fucking pounds since i started weight watchers!!!woo hoo!i feel really really good. my clothes are fitting better and im just a lot happier.i didnt really feel like i looked it til my co workers started telling me that they could see it in my face. i still dont see what theyre talking about, maybe they are just trying to make me feel better :/ lol but i can definitely feel it

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On the way to work this morning SuperMom and i had a discussion about her daughters birthday. Since SuperMom took last tuesday off to take The Kid and two of her friends to Disneyland, she told her, this is it. this IS your birthday. After much thought, The Kid decided she wants to have a dinner, too. because you know, how else will anyone else know it was her bday and give her gifts? typical

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SO.... remember how i said that i loved that Mr. Tight Pants was hitting me up again, because it blew smoke up my ass and all that jazz? and how it felt great to know that "i still got it" but i wouldnt hook up with him again? and how you definitely cant teach and old dog new tricks?hahaha. ive realized that you really really cant. no really. you cant.while jen and were dancing our bootys off at

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I have a love/hate relationship with the nipa that waxes my eyebrows....She's like Hitler in a little white aesthetician coat.i dont even like waxing my eyebrows. i usually get them threaded. but since i havent been able to get down to my threading lady, its been waxing for me for the past two months. ;/i checked out this spot at my local mall because its where i used to get my nails and brows

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and thusly, im bored at workWhy are you not going​ for the perso​n you want?​​​​​​​​​​​*because hes a big fat douchebag, thats why!What are you doing​ tonig​ht?​​​​​​​​​​​*dont know yet. going home and working out for awhile thats for sure. but after that, who knows?What are you curre​ntly heari​ng?​​​​​​​​​​*the air conditioning coming thru the vents.Have a best frien​d?​​​​​​​​​​*i've been

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I had a blast last night. the girls and i made our thursday night pilgrimage to The Back Alley in Downtown Fullerton, to listen to an awesome 80's cover band and drink lots o beer.i saved up all my weight watchers points in order to enjoy myself. my beloved six point newcastle was orgasmic and totally worth having a teeny tiny dinner to ensure id have points to spare. but after one newcastle i

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im bloated. and cranky. and starving!!!i was doing fine on this whole weight watchers thing until Aunt Freakin Flo came to town. now i want to eat everything in sight. EVERYTHING IN SIGHT I SAYS!!!and whats the flippin deal with Flo anyway? shes popped up unannounced TWICE this month. i guess twice is better than not at all, but still. why me?!grrr. im so irritated. i think i'll eat a small child

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you are six fucking points!!!! SIX!!! im going to have to starve the rest of the day so's i can enjoy you later on tonight at the bar. and after one of you, its back to light beer for me. six fucking points... pfft

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its tuesday and im workin alone. just me and the doc. super mom took the day off to take her kid to disneyland for her bday. that fucking mouse. offering people free admission on their birthday. in the hopes that they will bring full paying guests along with them. little do they know that we mexicans have it all figured out. get the birthday person in for free and have one of our hundreds of tios

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1. all things are possible with the love and support of awesome friends and a tight knit family.-i just finished my second week on weight watchers and I've lost seven pounds. its an awesome feeling but i honestly don't think i could have done it alone. it helps a lot when my girlfriends are also doing it and we're there to discuss tips and encourage one another. my brother has also been awesome

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... is taking over my life! and its only been 4 days. its a good thing, i guess. im hoping. we'll see. i mean, ive become totally obsessed with counting points and not eating crap. im on the ww website 24/7 at work and on my cell when im away from my computer. i've never read so many nutrition labels in my life. i got a treadmill and i want to be on it constantly. im becoming obsessed... i lie in

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Sooooooo... work is super crazy today. (nevermind the fact that ive somehow found time to sit at my computer and type this)im in one of my "i dont care" moods today.* i dont care that you need an appointment (if you waited 3 stinkin years, whats 3 more days?!)* i dont care that your eyeball is falling out of your head (the doctor will see you when he sees you)* i dont care that your lens has

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1. Ts Bday. Limos, bar hopping, peeing in parking lots, fifty tacos on some drunk girls credit card. cham-pagne! jessica and i drinking in our sleep :)2. Cincos bday. Chronic Cantina. shots of patron. dancing. getting kicked out :(3. Idylwild (sp?) withT, Cheeks and J. Best. Caramel. Apples. EVER. and i dont even like caramel :/ oh and snow! i had never seen it before4. My Catrina tattoo5. My

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its 511am and you're laying next to me. sleeping soundly. i nudged you to get you to roll over a bit but you remained, like a beached whale. i nudged you again. a skip in your snoring, but alas, nothing. i love that you want to cuddle, but seriously dude? its 511am and im sweating buckets. this november heatwave bullshit is killing my libido. please go home. its too hot to fuck. too hot to cuddle

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This weekend marks a lot of things for me. Firstly, its the "monthaversary" of my pitbull Bella's death. Its still really hard when i think about her. i miss her so much. and knowing that she's not at home waiting by the door for me NEVER gets easier. it might sound kinda dumb, but i really really did love my dog. i hope she's in doggy heaven eating cheese and pineapple chunks. and chocolate.

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i ate a raisin today. it was disgusting. i spit it out immediately. im sure its not the worst thing thats been in my mouth, but it certainly was the nastiest. after i spent 15 minutes carefully combing through my trail mix and tossing out all the raisins, one of those sneaky bastards got in there anyway. it was stuck to a huge chunk of walnut. ugh.

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i dont think ive discussed on here yet just how much i despise kids. there is nothing cute about them. theyre ugly, and smelly and dirty and loud and bratty and just plain gross. i feel sorry for people with kids because that means your life since them must really suck. lately, however, ive been noticing that even someone as cool and smart as me is unable to escape the vortex of shittiness that

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and im super excited! i mailed in my ballot like two weeks ago. i hope that everyone, no matter who you vote for, gets out there and voices their opinions today.

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"california sun has sunk. behind the anaheim hills, here comes the night. i was high on junk and the warm winds of santa ana feel all right" -Rancid its utterly depressing watching the sun go down over the 91 fwy. it means that at 5 o'clock when i should be glad there is only one more hour of work left, i'll be crying that its pitch

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so here's what happens when you spend all day saturday in bed, you end up spending all of saturday night in bed too. Alone :/the party friday night was a blast. plenty of food and drinks and excellent costumes. i poured myself into bed around three am. i woke up saturday morning feeling so blah. not really hungover, just so damn tired. it was one of the most unproductive days ever. i slept til 12

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I am so excited for halloween this year. i havent been this excited in years. my aunt is throwing a shinding at her casa and the whole family is dressing up. i remember the days when halloween was so big in our family. we always always had something to do. but as i got older, everyone started doing their own thing and it just wasnt the same anymore. i hope this party kicks off a renewal of

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im in the waiting room at the doctors office and there are so many freakin people!all i want is to get poked and proded and get sent on my merry little way. i dont want to make small talk with juanita and her ten kids. not that she'd talk to me anyway because i walked in with my ed hardy sunglasses on and my coach purse on my shoulder. she gave me a look that said "pocha". and trust me, im not

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i can't freaken sleep!!! grr... visions of lab coats and "stirups" are busy dancing in my head. i dread doctor visits. hence the insomnia. i guess it doesn't help that my doc is a man. a tall man. with a moustache (sp?). with a funny russian accent. and he's always telling me im too fat, while he's poking around at my va jay jay. hahaha. silly man doctors. they know nothing... last year he was

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Soooooo...... i had dinner with my high school drama teacher the other night.being with her, talking about music and movies and theater makes me feel so "cultured". i have to admit, i was apprehensive about seeing her for the first time in four years. i hadnt continued my education, which i knew would be a huge disappointment to her.i dont think it was so much the lack of schooling that she was

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