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PLEASE NOTE: The only rule of this blog is that if you know me, do not reveal my true identity. I can do it myself.

The morning after

Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Not So Cool

No, not that morning after. I mean, the morning after moving. Here goes:

Spent all day yesterday [all day = 10-7] packing up the remaining stuff in my apartment with the help of Sister. THANK GOD FOR SISTER. It was brutal; I could not imagine what it would be like on my own. As of last night, that apartment was empty and clean with all my stuff unloaded at Sister’s house. Again, THANK GOD FOR SISTER.

This morning I needed to return the UHAUL before 12 and a 9am appointment in Seattle to check out. I got up at 7 so Sister’s fiance and I could drop off the UHAUL and I could make it to Seattle in time (it’s a 45 minute drive or so in traffic). However, after a mosquito buzzing in my ear (seriously, you think it is nothing but try sleeping with that little bastard in your ear) and Sister’s fiance with food poisoning getting up every half hour to vomit, I woke up exhausted. Right when we needed to leave, Sister’s fiance says, “I only have a couple minutes before I have to leave for work so we have to go now.” For reasons I know not, he could not tell me that 30 minutes earlier. So we rush out the door, drive to the local UHAUL told me to go to only to find, it isn’t there. Sister’s fiance leaves for work, I drive back to the house with the UHAUL. Then I rush to Seattle, b/c at this point, it’s almost 8am and I still needed to go to the store and wipe down the fridge once I got to the apartment.

Luckily, I got to the apartment with fifteen minutes to spare. I wiped down the fridge and waited for the lady to show up. After several minutes, I became suspicious. I walked out to my truck to check my phone only to find that she left me a message. “Hi there, something came up and I cannot meet you at 9am this morning. Tomorrow morning at the same time might be better.” W. T. F. ? ? ?

Needless to say, I was PISSED. That was such a doucher thing to do! So, I drove back to Sister’s house because I still needed to take the UHAUL back, now with no one to drive with me. I had no clue how I was going to get back to Sister’s house after dropping it off and certainly, did not want to get charged for returning it late. I looked up the UHAUL address again and it turns out, the drop location was an effing gas station. I drove by it this morning because, come to find out, the UHAUL sign was in the bushes. Son of a… Long story long, I drove over with the UHAUL and walked back. Luckily, it was only a 1.5 miles.

Comments (0)   |   July 19, 2010 at 11:45

Last Day in Seattle…

Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: COOL!

Today marks the end of an era. I came to this land back in 2002 to complete my collegiate career and declare independence from my parents. Two successful missions completed. I’ve been living on my own in the Seattle area since I graduated in 2006. I now embark upon my country-ish mission. w00t!

Don’t worry though! All those who have yet to visit Seattle still have a free place to stay with a lovely hostess and cook, just 30 miles outside the city limits. She’ll even take you down into the BIG city and show ya ’round!

As of 9:49 this lovely, cool Sunday morning, all I have left in my little one-bedroom apartment is the following:

With one fell swoop, urr, one large U-HAUL, I’ll load dat ish up and be on me way!

Comments (2)   |   July 18, 2010 at 8:51

For Cash

Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Poems

(photo by Wendi Parriera, mother)

I know my presence absent
My heart unsettled, silent
Moments go by, I wait
But no movement there I make

Though quiet in the light
Prayers aloud spoken by night
In the eve of the day
I wish to you to say:

“I am with you, dear child.
Though my mind race wild,
my hands rest steady.
My arms, open, ready.”

I pray you free from ailment
Live on in rejoicement!
Go, let shine your smile
A noble reason, so worthwhile.

Comments (0)   |   July 14, 2010 at 21:42

eHarmony = not so harmonious

Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Not So Cool

Okay people. A while back I joined eharmony (GASP). Booo online dating sucks! I’ve not been impressed.

Regardless, I went on my second date last Friday with a nice guy. He’s OK looking and easy to talk to. We had a good time and I thought he was worth a second date, even though I knew I wasn’t really interested. He invited me to the Seattle Sounders game last night (MLS team). On Friday he told me he had three season tickets. Him and a buddy of his bought them together a while back. His buddy ended up moving and not being able to use the ticket. So, Be-So-So (that’s what I’m calling my date), sold the ticket to a girl he works with. Turns out, she only bought the ticket to go with him and wasn’t at all interested in soccer. So he tells me this story of how last time she showed up super drunk and attempted several times to make out with him. Great story to tell a date BTW. Take notes boys. I am WOOO’d.

So last night, shit-faced coworker shows up. She’s one of those round-ish bimbo blonds who could have easily been in a sorority back in her day who’s pushing 30, single and very desperate. The moment she walks up to us as we’re standing outside the stadium, I am super annoyed. We walk in to the stadium and get drinks before sitting down. She is all over him. Putting her arm around his waste while swaying back and forth since it’s 7:30pm on a Sunday evening and she’s already unable to stabilize her tree trunk legs. As my annoyance mounted, she continued to call him “Sweetie”, “Babe”, etc. What bothered me more than her existence was the fact that Be-So-So didn’t do much to deter her behavior.

I kind of wonder if maybe one drunk night they slept together and she got attached. Either way, I was bored and wanted to go home before we even entered the stadium!

Luckily, as we walked find our seats, she peaced-out and never came to join us.

End of date. End of Be-So-So.

Comments (6)   |   July 12, 2010 at 11:24

You can’t ride on my little red wagon.

Post by The Beast Girl  |  Category: Really?

I’m sorry…

I’m officially on the wagon until September. Hold me to it. No boozahol.

Comments (4)   |   July 1, 2010 at 19:43
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