I be up in the gym...

Get ready to gag like Deep Throat 6 when I tell you the cutest thing ever...Ezra joined the gym with me! I have a purdy hard time getting motivated to do anything except run at the gym so it is now awesome that I have someone to do other stuff with. Ezra is really trying to get healthier i.e. not eat so much processed shit and cut down on the meat/up the veggies. This rules. We are going to work out a regime to get us it tippity toppity shape. Now we can finally start swinging and not be embarrassed of our figures!

Anywho... things are going ok. At least nothing has been stolen from me in the past week. My best/worst friend Acey Ace is coming to visit me. Like all of my closest friends, he brings out the worst in me. I forsee a weekend packed with assholisms and alcohol. I couldn't ask for anything more!

I am jobless at this point. This sucks, but I'm not too pressed right now. School is kicking my butt! I have no free time. I have to memorize 200 drugs and their uses AND figure out all of these unknown pathogens. I haven't even started nursing school yet!

Alas, I must be off to get a Hepatitis shot. Yuck.

Keep it horny!

Something Filthy This Way Comes

Ok, so is it really true that bad things come in threes? Can it be possible that a person is cursed? Was I, Theresa Wolff, cursed in my past life? I don't know, but I DO know that I have the best, worst luck of anyone I have ever met. So, here are the threes:

1. My car got sideswiped by some drunk Mexican whilst I was at work. This happened right before Xmas and I had to pay the 500 dollar deductible. That is over and fixed and long gone.

2. My purse and gym bag got stolen from my fucking house, but I got all my shit back minus 20 bucks and a Barnes and Noble gift card. The rest of my shit was found in the park.

3. While having an amazing time dancing to 60s and 70s soul at the Beauty Bar, my car got broken into. My shitty book of burnt cds was stolen as was my school bag and gym bag (again). It fucking sucked. I couldn't even cry. But, as to every shitty thing that happens to me, it turned out to be not so shitty. I got a call from my gym who got a call from a recycling center close to the place where my bag was stolen saying the bag was dropped off in front of their facility and they have my stuff! Turns out all that was stolen was a book of cds that were mostly Ezra's and my pencil case. My life is too weird.

Everything else is going ok, weird, but ok. The new puppy is amazing. Now I gots ta go look for a better jobby job.

Sea of Love

I saw Juno last night. It rocked. My parents are here right now. Kind of gives me anxiety. I have my first Microbiology test tomorrow. Freaked as fuck. Karen is coming next week. Rules my school.

My purse got stolen. From my house. Someone just walked right in and took it while 3 of us were home. It was found in the park with my wallet and calculator missing. I only had 20 bucks in there and was fully relieved that my 100+ dollars of MAC makeup was in there still. I will stab a motherfucker for some makeup. I'm really freaked out though.

I gotta go. Life is bizarre right now. Good, but bizarre. Will elaborate at a later date.

Mooshes.