A night to remember

Oh last night really WAS all it's cracked up to be!!! Everyone (well almost) that I love was there with me and it was ubsurdly fun. We got picked up at Hooligan's by Ryan and Angie and when we got to Screwie Louie's, we were whisked away to a magical land called backstage, where the Redbull Vodka and Miller Lite were a-flowin'. Then we all connected with the lovely members of Backwoods Payback, whom I love dearly, and proceeded to wreck massive havok with silly string and glow necklaces. It was an amazing night and it made this overwhelmingly shitty week that consisted of midterms and stolen credit cards all worth while. Now I am sitting in my room watching Futurama and feeling like massive shit. Diarreah is flowing like wine and I am really not wanting to go to work today. So I worked some shit out with Kim to go in later if she can go in later next Saturday because she wants to go to the strip club or sumthin. Whatever. Anywho, I had so much fun causing trouble, and hanging out with my friends. I am the luckiest girl in the world. OMG I totally forgot to write about the other day...Hold on, I'll start a new post 

Too Little, Too Late

Ok, well I don't so much feel like telling the rest of the story, but I will say that it ended up with vomit all over the floor, and a pissed in bed. And a pissed off roomate.

I feel like ass. I am so down in the dumps. I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me, besides I am utterly unsatisfied with my life as I know it. I am stuck in a job that sucks my life's blood, I don't think I'll EVER get done with school at this rate, and I am miserable in Ohio. I have one good thing in my life, Ezra, and I am making a valid effort to try to convince myself that it is not working. I have no idea why, because I know tootin' well that it is working out splendidly. I tend to pull this kind of shit when I am scared of getting hurt. And ya'll better believe that I am terrified. It's hard enough dating someone with an ex-gf, but try an ex- wife. It just weighs heavy on my brain. Ezra obviously is over that part of his life, but it is extremely hard for me to seperate myself from thoughts. Please make a magical pill to shut off my brain. Shouldn't those damn wheels be slowing down with rust by now. Of course not. I just have to know that Ezra went through hell and high water to be with me, and that is where he wants to be. I know it's this fucking birth control that is turning me into a watery pile of woman, with tiara and g string floating around. Hormones suck. I am very much in love with a stable (um hello, that doesn't happen to me) man, who I am able to be a goofball with, who enjoys the morbid side of life, as do I. I just have to get a grip and be cool. I deserve to be happy for once. God forbid.

On a darker note, I found my old best friend Ace!!! I love this boy and we were stuck together like glue for the better part of two years. He is one of the funniest and good hearted people I know, and I can't wait for him to come visit me.

And Angie is here right now so, I have an ally in this cruel world. Thank you universe for sending this beautiful best friend my way during this hard week.

P.S. FUCK YOU MIDTERMS!

Ride me hard and put me away wet

OMG

Amy and the fat man...Part Deux!

So as any redblooded American knows, there is such a thing called fat man syndrome, where if you say "Hello, how are you?" to an overweight gentleman, it comes across as "Hello, I want you to fuck me". This was the case of this very evening. The entire ride home Ezra and I are like OMG, this is gonna be trouble, because Stacy is rubbing up on Amy like she is a piece of bacon. We FINALLY get home and Ezra and I attempt to go to sleep, but alas, are kept up by the two loudest people on the planet. There is no way we are gonna fall asleep, so we get our shit together and hike on over to his house. Little did we know the night was not over yet.....Coming soon in part Tres....Vomit and Pee and Molesting, Oh MY! 

Fuckin' A

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Girls of the world ain't nuthin' but TROUBLE...Part un

So let me recap this fateful night. Ezra and I were going to his friend Ben's buh-bye party and I kinda wanted someone I knew to go, cuz it can get a little akward around these people (not really sure if they like me, don't really care, but gimme a break, I gotta have someone to talk to), Erica, the usual standby was busy, so Amy was the next choice. The thoughts that followed were, oh she'll be fine, no biggie if she has like two beers. What the fuck is wrong with me??? I shoulda known. She keeps drinkin' cup after cup of Great Lakes (This is important because she usually drinks el cheapo beer like natty light or whatever college kids drink these days), so she is gettin mighty wasted. At this point, I'm like fuck. I, per usual, am the sober one of the group, so naturally, the babysitter in me comes out. Considering the fact that I don't even know these people, I have to make sure that she is well behaved. After falling out of her chair and having some random that Ezra didn't even know get her some water, needless to say I was pissed. The ride home was a glimpse into my own personal hell because all I hear the entire way home is "Whateva, I do what I want". I swear her and Stacy are the same person because the looove to outtalk each other and see who wins....Th 

The boys in the hood are always hard.....

.....come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card, knowin' nuthin' in life but to be legit, so don't quote me boy cuz I ain't said shit...

I am going to have a gangsta rap party!!! Everyone has to dress and act like gangsta rappers and drink fourtys and smoke blunts. This is truely the best idea i've ever had. It is all because of my gangsta rap coloring book. Seriously, this is sweet as fuck

Everyday it's a gettin' closer, goin' faster than a rollercoaster

Who fuckin' knew that David Cross did a PETA ad?! This is maybe the best thing I have ever seen, as this man is my new love. SOOOOOOO fuckin funny.

Ezra is doing some radio show with his friends tonight. How cute is he? We had such good sex last night. I know, I know TMI, but we just have so much fun together. We went bowling with Rob and Repo Joe and I wiped the lanes with the bunch of 'em. I dunno how I managed that seeing that my average is about a 62. I won with an all time high score of 143!!! Rob had a brilliant idea of a bowling party with a bunch of people. That serves to be nothing but fun and frolicking with the SOSF crew. I swear, I am having so much fun with everyone lately. I am a social butterfly. I do hate work with a passion though, so don't worry, I haven't lost my misery. That type of thing will never go away! It's in my bone marrow.

Anyway, that's about it. I need to get my old pictures transfered to this computer from my old one so that I can post more, especially the halloween ones. I am most proud of my costume this year, so I want to show all of y'all my artistry.

Let's all get dixie fried!!!

Hello my name is wonkey eye!!!! Wtf is wrong with me? I maybe look like the loopiest girl to land on this planet. This weekend was pretty good. It started wonderful with a trip to the Zephyer and sitting at the bar with Pops and Roza all night and cracking the fuck up. I love Pops, we have the same mind. We hate everyone, both are very angry, and looooovvee the same television shows. Any one that shares my affinity for Strangers with Candy and Mitchell has loyalty from me til the end. If Ezra and I don't work out, Pops and I will promptly get hitched. I also really like all of Ezra's friends. I didn't at first, I thought that they were stuck up and rude, but they just had to get to know me and now it is all good. I especially like Roza. She is super chill and adorable and fun to talk to. On Saturday I went to a show at the ECC with mooshie. I was monstrously tired so the ciggy smoke and loudness was irritating to me. I wasn't feeling it. And no liquour. What is that about? I had to go to goddamn Panini's to get a shot. Bullshitty.

On Sunday I went to Urban Outfitters because I heard through the shopping grapevine that there was a gigundous sale and that I better get my fashion crazy ass out there or I would have a gazillion anxiety attacks. So I hauled ass on up to butt fuck to get my shop on. Did I ever!!!! I got 4 pairs of super shoes and some random shirts and skirts. I also got super cute sheets with little horsey shoes on them. And curtians. And a fantabulous necklace with a little dear on it. When I got back, I went to see my adorable neice and family. I am not quite sure why I didn't take pictures, but next time I see her I will. Ezra, Ryan and I went to El Camp and feeling quite full, we proceeded to eat peanut butter soy dream in bed and have some good sex. Overall, I'd say I had a pretty rockin' weekend. Next crazy time will be Karen's birthday. 

Take it on the run baby...

Yeah, yeah, everyone has to have bad tattoos. Mine are mostly curtosy of Dave Winland. Fucker. This rose is pretty much my worst one. Even though I wish I had them all to do over. Oh well, we all make mistakes. 

Make it up as we go along

Here I am being a naughty Wolffy. Smokin' a ciggy. Tsk Tsk. Good thing I only steal Erica's smokes when I am wasted.

I just found out that Ryan is doing a club tour and he is coming to Screwy Louies!!!! With Backyard Payback to boot!!! So that means Angie, Ryan, Mike, Jess, Miles, and Rob will all be partying at my pad on March 10!!! Whomever wants to come is welcome, we don't descriminate here at Palace Wolff. I know Ry hates touring, but fuck it, it's in his home state with all of his friends. Oh how exiting!!!!! And I get to see Angie like 13 days after that for 1 whole week. March is going to be the best month ever!!!!

I almost cried in math class today. About fuckin' Greg. What the fuck is going on? I just miss the way he used to talk to me. He made me feel smart and funny and pretty. I hate saying these things cuz I have a bf now, but I have to get this out some way. These two boys couldn't be anymore different and I love Ezra for being who he is, but I miss the good things about Greg. Yes, the bad things did overrule, but the good things were very good. It's sad.

P.S. I love Conor Oberst. 

Hey who's on trial?

Here are my roomie and I acting uber-sexual at the bar. Of course I am drunkie as a skunkie. Why else would I be acting like such an asshole. Yesterday, Karen came over and we watched Project Runway. Fucking Santino, he is such an asshole. It really bugs me that the show is fixed. I thought it was different. GRRRR...

Anyway, I am feeling restless this Wednesday morning. I have to go into work in a little bit. I don't wanna. At least I get to close with Tahli. I can't go to class tonight because Erica is sick. That kind of freaks me out cuz I never miss class. But this teacher asshole just specificly follows the book, so it should be cool.

There is nothing much to talk about today, nothing is happening in my life at all. Fuckin A. 

Love ta Love ta Love ya

This is my favorite picture of Ezra and I thus far. Even though he is making a pouty face, I look so happy because that is what he makes me feel like. The way that I fell for Ezra is a novella in itself, it was weird and unwanted, but now I do not know what I would do if he was not in my life. I've known him for years and NEVER thought of him in this way. He would not give up and I am glad of that.

Anywho, it's V-day, whoopdi do. I really do not care about today, it means nothing to me. Romance wise at least. I use this day to let my friends and family know how much I love and appreciate them. I already talked to Angie (I will be seeing her soon OMG!!!!), and I will text everyone on my important list a little later. As for my boo, I don't care to let him know that I love him today. He already knows and doesn't need some el stupido bear or candy to make him feel special. Nor do I.

On a darker note, I really hate my hair right now. I am trying to grow my hair out, and it's in a horrible place right now. It takes all my might not to cut my bangs everyday. ARRRGGG. 

The first cut is the deepest

Don't you hate it when someone that is supposed to be your friend lies straight to your face? I sure do. Especially when it is about something utterly trivial just because she is afraid you will yell at her. Well I wouldn't yell, but now I am deeply hurt and bothered by the fact that this person is able to tell every single person around her besides me that she did something. I am not naming any names, but she knows who she is and what this is about. That's way fucked up. 

If I Was Workin At the Club You Would Not Pay

I totally forgot to speak about the movie last night! We saw Final Destination 3, even though I have never seen the first two. Ezra spoke super highly of them, but I had my doubts. It turns out that it was awesome. The deaths were waaaayyyyy gory and hilarious. I loved it. It promised and delivered, giving the audience exactly what they wanted to see. I loved it. Happy girl I was.

Ezra went to some hunting store this morning, so I took this opportunity to watch Gilmore Girls. Since he has such a massive vendetta against it. I don't care.

BTW, this is a penis wristwatch. I thrive on educating the public. 

One night in Bangkock

This weekend was weird. Friday night Ezra and I got into our first tiff and it was ludicris. I was SUPER drunk and we got home and I blew a comment that he said completely out of proportion. Then he was mad at me and it turned into a big thing. But, about 10 minutes later it was over and we had some of the best sex we ever had. Real intense sex. It was nice and left me shakin in my birthday suit. That's why I love this fella, super good sex. I mean, amongst other reasons, wildly handsome, funny and sweet.

I kind of look gross in this picture, but whatever. It needs to be seen. There are many more from the notorious drunk night that will be posted soon. 

I need you so much closer......

 

Don't Stop Belivin'

So I feel icky again. I can't stop thinking about Greg. I know that is to be expected, but I don't like this shit. I feel, for the first time in my life, I am fighting depression. I mean genuine kicking and screaming fistacuffs (gotta love that word). I don't want this to happen, and even though since I was 13 years old, bad shit and death have surrounded me, I really feel defeated. I'm waving the surrender white flag over here. I refuse to give in though, I have too much to be thankful for. I have an awe inspiring boyfriend, and an unbelievably supportive family. Not to mention a beautiful and caring group of friends. I don't want this to be happening. Sometimes I feel that I am cursed. I've got the Wolfman curse. No matter what I do, something always happens. Like the morning I found out Greg died, I shit you not, I was driving to work super happy, it was beautiful out, and I had a great morning, I was thinking geez I'm happy, now all I need is for someone to die. My phone rang not five minutes later with the news. WTF???!!!

I hope this passes. Like every rough spell in my life, it should pass. It's just particularly difficult this time. Grrrr...

On the bright side, I just ordered the cutest espridrilles (shoes, assholes) from Urban Outfitters. For 20 bones nonetheless. Shopping makes me feel better. And seeing my bf, which I will be doing in about 1 hour. Toodles... 

you're a mean mean man

Oh Jerri Blank, how you are the funniest person ever to walk this earth.


I guess I am feeling mighty crappy. The math test didn't go so well, I got a parking ticket (I hate you Kent State), and I spent 5 hours watching Six Feet Under with Ezra in his bed. What a waste of a day. The episodes weren't even that good anyway, except for the last one we watched that involved crack smoking. Everything is better with the crack!

I don't really want to be in my comfort zone this weekend. I just wish that there was a show or something to do this weekend. I really don't want to spend every night with Ezra in bed watching TV. Not that I don't love both of them, but I wanna DO something, GO somewhere. I feel like I am trapped in this hell of a rut and I'm six feet under crawlin the dirt to get the fuck out.

Anywho, I am gonna get on to bed. I'm restless though, I might have to take some sleepin pills tonight. Feels like one of those sleepless buggers that fuck with my cranium. Some ants crawled in my ear or some shit.

I Wanna Fuckin' Tear You Apart

I love my boyfriend. He is a fuckin champ. It feels really good to have a semi-normal relationship with a guy. When Ezra first started pursuing me (or stalking, whatever), I was like yeah the fuck right. Then like a strange new species of fungi, he grew on me and I fell for him. I was real nervous at first, cuz of the shit with Greg and his ex, but slowly we developed a wonderful relationship. I believe that we are very good with each other. We have distance, yet closeness. He has helped me through the hardest time of my life, and no matter what happens between us, I will never forget that. He is the most levelheaded person I have ever been with, and it is refreshing. I love him a lot and anticipate spending a good amount of time with him in the future.

My day was pretty good today. Work went fast and my studying is going pretty well. I really miss hanging out with my friends. Amy, Angie, and Aud. This whole distance thing is not working out for me and I am pissed. Tahli too. I want to party hard and there is no one worth partying with. I hope to continue to spend time with Karen, but we have conflicting schedules, and it never works right when we wanna hang out. Hopefully when she turns 21 we will be able to spend more time together.

Oh cruel world, why do things never work out in the way I want them to. On a lighter note, I got my Arrested Development DVD and when I am done watching my other bazillion series that I need to watch, that one will be next.

Man, that is one fugly face I am making in that picture. I think Ezra is trying to attempt to be contemplating something smart. Really not working out for him...

P.S. I realized that Ezra is really smart and it is a shame that he is a tattoo artist because he could really be anything he wanted to be. Smart cookie, that boy...