Oh...

...and here's some more pictures of my hair. Did I mention that I fucking love it?

She's sure fine lookin' man, she's somthin' else!

I just had the best/worst day ever. It started with a hole in my power steering area that involved me racing to the gas station, using all my might just to turn the wheel, to grab two bottles of fluid and doin' what my Daddy taught me, which is to get greasy and do it your fucking self! Then I went to the Dentist, which I love, to find out that I have two cavities (my first ones ever). The hygienist told me I have the best oral hygiene that she has ever seen and then the doctor fucker comes in, without even saying hi mind you, and tells me I have two cavities. They are super small, so I get some prescription toothpaste to hopefully eradicate the issue. What the fuck ever.

Then I go out to eat with my mommy and go to my haircut appointment. Now, I haven't gotten a haircut in a little over a year because I HATE every hairdresser I've ever had because they don't LISTEN! So I was teetertottering on whether or not I wanted to cancel, but like the champ that I am, I said FUCK IT, let's do this. And oh was it ever done. I fucking love my hair. Like a lot. It's perfect and just what I wanted. I know, what kind of self-abosorbed vain biatch blogs about her fucking hair? ME, motherfucker, that's who. I was mega excited to show Ezra and he said, and I quote "You look fucking hot". He never says shit like that. Yes, I know he loves me and doesn't need to tell me I look fucking hot everyday, but oh was I squealin' with joy like a pig in shit. I feel wonderous and nothing can stop this Wolff train from tearing up her last few days in Ohio. You have bitch tits if you aren't coming to the party because it will rule. So many people from my past will be there, you'll swear it's an episode of This is Your Life.

OK, not much to pack left, so now I'm going to make my mizzan a pineapple upsidown cake.

Fuck yeah.

Howya like me now?

I must say that not working has made me very productive. So far today (it's 2:25) I have taken Hatchie to see Santa with the bf, made dinner, took the pup for a walk and worked out with the Girls Next Door on Exercise TV. Whew. I dig this. I thought I would be stuck watching TV, but I actually have energy and motivation to do stuff. A gal could get used to this.

Watch out world, Dancin' Wolffie is coming to town. Last night, at Girl Talk, I danced so fucking hard that I have 2 blisters on each toe. My dance card was full and I shook this here money maker like it hadn't been shook in years. I was sweating my tits off and was soaked by the time the show was over. Too bad it was at Oberlin and every spoiled scenester kid was there sporting their perfect quiff and mommy and daddy bought duds. I do wish that was my life, but then again, I would probably suck and not be the sweet ass wit that I am today. Tuesday I will be going to 80s night at Pirates Cove if anyone would care to attend. Remember folks, I have a week off until I leave, so I will go dancing every night if I have to. Or do whatever as long as it doesn't cost too much.

Ugh, Ezra is working like everyday and it sucks to beat the band. I know that we live together, but I thoroughly enjoy spending time with him. Whatever, I've got other fish to fry. So to speak. Not really, I'm kinda bored. And horny. Good thing Ezra only works til 6. I'm getting a haircut on Tuesday and am going to get short bangs again. Who cares? Whatever bye.

Phooey

I am up to my tits in shoes/clothes/books/SHIT. I hate packing at whittling down my lovely stuff into piles of what I need (which, according to Ezr, is like two boxes) and don't need (almost everything).

I hit a new low today, when Ezra was in the shower, I had to shit so bad that I stood near the litterbox and almost went in there. I didn't, and just made Ezra hurry up, but I totally could have. I couldn't hold it (big salad last night) and it was massivly poking out. I hate myself sometimes.

Not working is very time consuming with the television and all. I like it.

I feel lightheaded with stress and the shit I must get done.

It's such a good vibration.

Marky Mark and the Funkybunch are very underrated. Just that one hit, I mean...

Anywhat...I may be losing my mind. I all of a sudden remembered a time when my best ex boyfriend, Casper, and I were at our friend Leslie's house on West Blvd., and were on acid. We did this quite often, eat acid, almost everyday for an entire summer (not to mention most of our relationship). We loved walking around Edgewater park wasted and watching the sunset on the city of Cleveland, which I liked then. Well one day, we fed her dog a jar of peanut butter while she was sleeping, and were both awestruck on how completely awesome this looked. So I remembered that time and fed Hatchetface some PB. It's not the same. A dog eating PB on acid is probably the best thing ever. Right next to doing acid with your best friend in the entire world and feeling a connection. Alas, my days of acid eating are LONG gone, I've wigged out 1 too many times and am an old lady now. I don't know why I'm thinking of this other than to say that I MISS CASPER. He moved to NYC and although we shared a relatively short relationship (6 months) it is going on a 10 year friendship that is one of the best I've ever had. I still talk to him every once in a while, and see him when he comes home. But I love him and will never have a friendship like his again.

Well, I found out that I got two A's in two classes and the rest are up for discussion. This semester has been one of the most difficult one's that I have had to endure and am utterly glad that it is almost done.

One thing I've realized this year is that it is very unnecessary to freak out when bad things happen. One should just "roll with the punches" so to speak and chalk everything up to experience. This may be the end of the proverbial "Wolff freak out". Life goes on and as long as you have good people around you, everything is copasetic. I love that word.

This moving thing has really brought me to reflect on my 26 years and what I have learned. A whole lot actually. I've also figured out that I am really in love and that is the one thing that is mega-scary. How do you keep a relationship going that you are genuinely happy in? Anyone...Bueller? I can only do what I do best, and that is to be who I am. The gross girl that made Ezra obsessed with me in the first place. It also freaks me out that we never, truely fight. Does that mean that we are passionless?? I don't believe so. I believe that enforces our proverbial bond and it really makes life more simple. I've also learned that friendships grow more complicated. It's not as easy as it used to be. Especially with girls. I haven't figured out why that is, but I'm sure I will.

Wow...aren't I contemplative? A little too much for a Thursday afternoon, I suppose...

I heart Luda.

I am so done with work it's not even funny. The Mustard Seed is a flushed turd. And for my final closing announcement to get the custies out of the store I said "FUCK OFF". HAHAHAHAHa. It's really done. The day I've been dreaming of for 7 years is finally part of my past. Word 'em up. Now I have two weeks today to spend in Ohio. If anyone wants to make out with me or tell me off or fight me, do it now or forever hold your bladder.

I had the best tattoo idea and none of yuns will believe the lengths ofhillarity that this super fan is going to. Oh you'll dig the fuck out of it.

AHHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm moving. In with Lisa who seems to be the ying to my yang. I'm going to try to work at the porn store.

Now I've gotta get this dye out of my locks so adios bitches!

Wee Willy Wolffy

Ezra's home!! Yepper, he came rollin' in on Tuesday night, but it wasn't a surprise, for I could smell him coming a mile away. That boy's stench made my eyes water. Usually, I don't mind a little man stank, but this was pushing even MY filthy limits. I forgave the vileness, smothering him with hugs and kisses and cuddles. He even stole me a lawn pink flamingo from a putt-putt course. Le sigh. We went straight to bed and he arose with me early, ignoring the permeating foulness emanating from his body, and did the deed like it hadn't been done in a week. Nice.

Well, now I appear to be snowed in. So I did what any other red blooded weirdo would do and started burning candles (I'm trying to use them up so I don't have so many). I'm also really bored. I've packed most of my DVDs up and there is nothing on the telly. I will go to the gym later, but I wanna watch TV. Now. Blah.

I have two days of work left and nothing has ever felt so good. I get to be my regular sarcastic, nasty self to these idiot customers and let them know that yes, their question is stupid and no, I don't know a good regimen for a colon cleanse. Lick my taint. I don't have to learn the stupid new produce procedures or push gift certificates that no one wants. Fuck you Seed. I never loved you.

Well, I'm going to go occupy myself with, oh I don't know, STUDYING. That's a novel idea. Spanish seems so trivial now that I know I'll never have to take it again. EVER.

All I've been doing is reading. Augusten Burroughs, David Sedaris, and Francesca Lia Block are invading my cranium and I love it. Someone start a book club with me. Ahem, Lisa.

MMMM-Bop

I fucking hate people that are so fucking self absorbed especially on Myspace and their own damn dumb blogs. No one cares about the drama that ensues only after you yourself start it and expect people to give you a damn and their precious attention. It's not reality and you are not in my reality so fuck off. This does not pertain to Amy.


With that said, WILL EZRA PLEASE COME HOME NOW? This is really getting ridiculous. I wanna do it and I wanna cuddle and I wanna talk about my new home and the closet space. I don't want to go to school today because it snowed and I just wanna make the house clean for my baby. I am feeling very bratty today and predict that I will feel this way all day. So I will make potato chedder soup and clean the house and watch Fashion File on the DVR. Jesus Christ on a Crotchrocket do I miss my boyfriend.

Fuck Spanish, fuck idiots, fuck snow and fuck the fuck out of Christmas. Come visit me someone. Or rather, don't cuz I'm feeling ripe (from not showering) and rude (from lack of sex). Finals week can not come soon enough.

I need to hear live music and dance the night away.

Save me from myself on this dreary day of December.

Disaster is my middle name.

So this week has been tumultuous at best and disheartening at worst. What am I saying it's not all that bad. See, right now I'm sitting at the computer with a chocolate mask on my face that the supplement lady gave me. I look like a dirty hobo or a man with black face. It's amusing. I can almost guarantee that when I wash it off the sink water will look like diarrhea. Which will also be something to see. This is what my life has come to I suppose. That's what happens when your boyfriend and good girlfriend skip town. My birthday was bittersweet because it involved everyone showing some love for me, but my moosh left for the first dump of our stuff to Texas. It's all happening. I also found out that I don't have to take Spanish anymore and that I will be graduating in approx. one year. Yes, there will be more school after that, but I will have two degrees under my panties and one more to go until I can have a career. What this means is that it feels good. Like Tony Toni Tone said. Ya get me?

I also got to spend mucho time alone with myself and my puppy and that was also wonderful. I watched two seasons of the L Word and now I want to have a girlfriend again. I've told Ezra from the get go that he is my last man relationship and if it doesn't work, I'm going back to the puss. No offense to the men, but the girls are way hotter. Crazier, but hotter. I cleaned my room, went through more of my clothes and exercised. Nice and relaxing. But I miss my Ezra. It's not the same without him and it feels like a family when we are together. Blah. Sappiness is not a good side of me.

Shopping with my ma was wonderful and I got three HUGE bags of clothes. I am really excited about this leopard print tight dress I got for our going away party. I am going all retro and will be all hot. I gotta go out with a bang ya'll!

On a darker note, I got in another fight with Amy. Same shit and I'm done as fuck. I am not dealing with bullshit from anyone. I will find new friends and friends that won't fuck me over. Life is too short to spend time worrying about someone who doesn't give a shit about me. I have less than a month left to spend here and don't want to waste it.

I have also figured out what I good friend I have in Karen. We have gotten very close and I love her to death. She is honest and upfront and very fun. I am sad to be leaving her.

I've decided that I want to work at a porn shop in Texas. Or a clothing store. Either will work.

Greg has been dead for one year tomorrow. I loved him and I probably always will. I will never get over this hurdle in my life. He made me feel beautiful and smart and stole all of my money. He built me up in a way that I will never ever be built up again and he was a lying drug addicted fool. Life is dichotomous and I hate it. Everything is full of two extremes and nothing can ever, EVER be perfect. That's why I'm happy with Ezra. He isn't the sweetest boyfriend and can sometimes be insensitive, but he is stable and there for me. I love him with all my heart and will do anything to keep us working. I want to be with him for a very long time. And the sex is great.

My brain and heart are in knots. I wish things were different but they are not. I wish to death that Amy loved me like I love her and I wish that she was the way she used to be. I wish that our friendship wasn't ending the way that it is.

Well, it's bedtime. I hope sleep comes easy for me. Without Ezra, it's hard to sleep.

Geez Louise.

OHHHH it's been so long again. How dry I am for posting material. Well, it's more like, how busy I am. Between work and school and moving, I hardly have time to scratch my beav. But here I am, and here we go...

First off, how 'bout I only have 7 days of work left?!?! That is amazing considering I have been employed by the Mustard Seed for 7 fucking years. That is like 1/3 of my entire lifetime. It's a perplexing idea to wrap my mind around. I mean, I've had other jobs but none as impacting as that hellhole. I've made friends there that I cherish more than I can ever even begin to describe and it has given me wonderful job experience, for I have a "manager" title that goes in my resume. Although being a manager at the Mustard Seed means dodging mucho responsibility and going to Borders for long coffee breaks, but hey, who's counting? This is a gigundo turning point in my life, so I'm putting on my Red Baron goggles and going at it full force. I'm leaving this part of my life behind so I can start the new proverbial chapter.

Second off, only 1 month left until the big move. I'm really anxious about it and don't really want to talk about it, so we'll leave that to a later post.

Whee, my birthday is tomarrow!!!! I love my birthday and really don't mind getting older. I still look good so shiiittttt. Jokin'. I am kind of a freak about taking care of my skin. Spf, moisturizer, serum, eye cream and the like all make up the menagerie of products that I apply on the daily so that I don't prematurely age. Plastic surgery for my face is something I would NEVER consider so I have to take good care of it so I age gracefully. Boob lift, sure. No presents this year from or for the BF because our present to each other is getting the eff out of Ohio. I did buy myself a teeny little present from Urban Outfitters, but Ezra doesn't have to know about that, now does he?

Well, I gotta go get all purdy for my honey because he is taking me to a nice joint for din-din. Then it's commense lovemaking!!!!

Oh whoa as me...

...not really, but I'm having some mental turmoil of sorts and I guess I just need to sort everything out that's going on in my cranium.

I'm freaking out about moving. First of all, I've saved up a good sum of moolah from working since I was 14 years old and I'm gonna have to crack into that in order to locate the family down to Texas. That is freaky. Any way we go about it, It's going to cost us about 1000 each just to GET down to Texas, with the van (renting or buying is the same cost) and gas and truck stop purchases. Even if I pack the food for the whole ride down there it's gonna cost a boat load. On top of that, what if Ezra can't get a job. It will be no prob for me to find some retail-ass job (hopefully not at Whole Foods, but you go with what you know, I guess), but what about him. You can't exactly work any job with tattoos on your hands and neck. Ugh. The worst "what if" in my list of worries is what if it doesn't work with Ezra and I? I don't live in some happily ever after land where everything is peaches and cream. I've dealt with crushed dreams and relationships before and I know that it can happen. It will more than likely happen. I mean maybe not, we love each other tremendously, but money problems can fuck shit up like nothing else. I have to face the facts that if I'm in Texas and we break up, he's all I have. Ben and Lisa are Ezra's friends first so basically I'm stuck. I've come to realize that I'm not the most friendly person and the fact that I don't have many friends (nor can I stand many people for more than a few hours) has made me open to the vulnerability I have towards Ezra. He is my best friend, and I love to be around him. He never annoys me and always comforts me, most of the time unintentionly, so he is the one who I am around the most. I hate depending on ANYONE for my happiness, but I've found myself ever-reliant on Ezra's presence, I love when I come home from work and he's there and vice versa. I've finally started sharing with him my fears and feelings, in turn, making me open to hurting and all of that junk that comes with being in a relationship with someone. Fuck, I'm scared. I will miss my mother and my work friends. I hate feeling this way. I hate that I'm crying while I'm writhing this and I HATE being scared.

I don't know. I know I have to do this, but I hate how I feel. How unsure I am. I know I'm scaring Ezra and he thinks that I will back out. I won't. I love him so much and want to take this step with him. I had one of those pregnancy scares last week (everyone has them), I got my period, but we talked about having a baby. It wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't do it, I have too much to look foreward to, career wise, but we COULD do it. Oh, shut up Theresa, everyone thinks that way. Love is nothing but chemicals and pheremones, why does everyone think that their love is real? All love is real, but all love is fleeting. I'm rambling. When you realize that you need someone, it takes a piece of your self-confindence away. Because what would you be left with if they left? A mess. Less of a person. One that you have to rebuild and that takes fucking time. A long time.

I guess I'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery.

Blah, I need to go shopping.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out...

Boo! I love Halloween, even though it has kind of felt over since the par-tee, and this weekend for TV is nothing short of spectacular! The DVR box is practically busting at the seems with various recorded blather, such as food shows, movies and specials on Fred Gwynne. That is why I requested this weekend off of work. To watch TV! It is most certainly not lame because this is what I look foreward to every year.

Anywho, we found the Flesh Falcon. It is a 1988 flesh colored conversion van with 73,000 miles on it and in great shape. OMG it has a sink, toilet, bathtub, microwave, stove, bed, and it is FLESH COLORED! This has seriously been my dream since I can remember and I'll be fucked if I'm letting it get away. I can just picture Ezra and I on the open road with Hatchie between us, Ezra puffin' on a pipe with a captians hat and me with a mumu and rollers with fuzzie slippers. This Flesh Falcon called and I answered it's howl with open arms. Seriously, it is beautiful. I'm gonna try to recruit Lisa into helping me reapholster it with velour seat cushions and shag carpeting. Then the four of us are going to go pick us up some Mexicalli hookers (boys or girls) and have a orgy to rival all orgies that have come before. I'm obsessed with this van. After we went to look at it yesterday, we went to Top Gun Tacos, which was right next door and got sick off some nasty microwaved Mexican food. Their tortilla chips were Cool Ranch Doritos for Chrissakes. Oh Brookpark, how you have the Flesh Falcon and the worst taco place ever. The dichotomy is killing me.

Soooo I don't have to work for the 5th day in a row. It is amazing. I think I will do nothing until my mother comes over and takes me out to eat. Oh, and I ordered my boootiful boots on the internet today and I will be oh so happy when they arrive. Lurve is in the air.

Also, I think I'm kind of over Kate Moss. She's looking mighty busted lately and getting married to that fucking train wreck of a Brit. Don't judge me. I love celebrity gossip. My life is boring (I'm cool with that) and I need to revel in the lives of Nicole Richie and Kate. www.gofugyourself.com is a really good website because all it does is mock celebrity fashion and that's basically what I do to the general public. Heehee.

Anywayzzzz all is good in Wolffville, so I must go. Many movies are calling my name to be watched!

I heard your mom wears underwear with dick holes in them.

Gd it. The thoughts occurring in my head are as follows:
*Can I puh-lease get some more money so's I can go more shopping. It's been SOOOO long.

*Why hasn't something gone wrong in my life for a hot minute? I mean besides the totally dealable random stuff (friends hating me, school is mad hard, yo...etc.), life has been a piece of pumpkin cheesecake. Everything is beyond great with Ezra, my happiness level with him has plateaued (sp?) at a very comfortable level. I got into U of T, moving is going as planned, my parents aren't TOO mad at me for abandoning them for the Lone Star State. This is not right folks. I am a walking calamity and a magnet for crazy stupid drama. Not dumb girly drama such as fighting with my friends or boyfriend jealousy issues, but like death drama. I have had two ex-boyfriends that have bit the dust, 2 cousins having young untimely deaths and the usual grandparents, plus some random stupid shit. Everyone deals with death, but I have to face it on a biyearly basis. Knock on wood right? Be happy nothing is going wrong, right? Oh contraire mi amigos, that bitch named life has suprised me oh so many times when I wasn't expecting it, so these fists are staying raised...the urban streetfighter gloves are going to stay donned. I know what's coming next and I'm gonna be waiting.

*The friday the 13th party was awesome.

*I am beginning to get really excited about moving. Especially with all the talks of hobo parties with Lisa.

*I am hungry. Someone make me some fall foods, such as potato chedder soup or some sort of squash dish.

I fucking love my dog and my boyfriend. Sleeping with both of them entertwined in cowboy sheets is the best feeling in the world. Ezra has really turned my life around and has been everything I could have ever asked for in a boyfriend and a best friend. We have so much in common and it feels so good to never have to fight with someone and worry about dumb shit. He makes me happy. Like a lot.

*I hope that I get to see my friends soon. I want to cuddle and drink tea and watch movies and eat comfortable foods. And talk shit about other people. Come on my faithfull followers, you don't think I'm getting soft on ya now, do ya?

Love ya.

Donde Esta Santa Claus?

Wow. What a crazy last few couple of days. Just kidding, it wasn't that crazy in the eyes of some people, but madly crazy in my eyes (which never see any action). I had four days off in a row which ruled my school. Wednesday night I went to Ladytron with Angie and Amy, two of my favorite girls and we danced the night away! The best part of the night was when this cute gay boy came and sat down next to me when I was getting some air and said "It's a mother fucking fag fest in there and I'm lovin it!". Lord knows I love them gays. Then on Thursday Ezra and I met Angie and Ryan in stupid Cleveland and I drank vodka tonics and ate a Xanax. That's about all I can remember from that little excursion.

Friday we did nothing but go the the bar for a little while and sit around and hung out. I wanted to go to a haunted house but, per usual, I was shot down. No one is any fun.

Saturday was the horror convention and I proceeded to get drunk and break the clothes hanger thingy in the hotel room and take pictures of every horny nerd in the joint with Karen as my accomplice. Fun times.

That's really just it. I don't really feel like getting deep into anything heavy right now, so I'll just continue to watch horror movies (3 so far today) and nurse this hangover, all the while waiting for Ezra to get home from work so I can fuck his brains out.

Motherfuck Death Row, and Here Comes My Left Blow!

Blargh. I feel yucka. I'm sitting home alone with a headache while everyone else is at the bar having fun. I can't really explain why I feel bad, it's bizarre. I feel kind of insecure with a tad of the lonliness. So I'll type a while and maybe I'll feel better.

So, I (my mom rather) got the letter from Greg's grandmother with the coroner's report on Greg's death. Wait, not the coroner's report, the autopsy report. My mom won't give it to me. She says there is nothing in the report that I don't already know. Asphyxiation, contents of stomach, etc. I don't know how I feel about this. There were no drugs in his system. Oddly enough, that is not at all comforting to me. Maybe if he WAS on drugs I wouldn't feel as if it were so much my fault. I totally feel as if it IS my fault and that weighs heavy on my soul. I mean HEAVY. Anyway, I think I'm going to read it anyway. Closure perhaps? We'll see.

I got accepted to U of T. Fucking weird. Now I have a question. Is there any way to make moving away from my parents any easier than it seems to be (which is not easy at all)? I tell you what, the closer this moving day draws, the more freaking nervous I become. Will Ezra and I continue to get along? What if we break up? What if Ben and Lisa decide that they hate my slimy greasy gopher guts and kick me out on the streets? I'll be forced to panhandle at the Alamo. No one is going to give a white girl spare change when there are so many illegal immagrants roaming about. Seriously though. I'm nervous. I love my parents and see them like a million times a week, so obviously I will miss the fuck out of them.

God I seriously have no friends.

I know you are going to read this Amy, but I have to write it anyway. What is going on with you? I know you are going to say nothing, but you are a COMPLETELY different person. I know you are growing up and discovering yourself and whatnot, but I really feel that you are losing yourself in the process. Ok, yes I am bitter because you never seem to want to see me anymore, but outside of that issue I still feel that you are comprimising who you are. You are losing what makes you such a special person and it scares the shit out of me. I truly love you for who YOU are, not who you are at Hiriam, or with a mohawk. I'm sure you are taking this the wrong way, hell, I would, but believe me, I'm only speaking in your best interest because I love the fuck out of you. You are a kind, sweet and amazing person and although I am extremely sad that I am losing you as a friend, I am even more devestated that you are losing who you are deep down. I love you and only want the best for you. Moosh.

That's all. I'm going to lay down and watch a movie. Horror of course, because it's October and that's all Ezra and I are watching the whole month.

Sigh.

It's that time again!

Hello my fellow spookers and spookettes, the great big dial of Mama Nature has spun around again and now all is right with the world...aka it's Fall! I'll have to ask Lisa how fall is in Texas, b/c I don't kow if I'll be able to live without the wonder that it holds for me. Halloween is my lifesblood and I dig it more than you could ever know. I'm a sucker as soon as they put that shit out in the stores, I buy it all. I'm really excited for our party and it's going to be rockin and frightenin' all the night through.

You know when you haven't had sex for like a week for various reasons (this time being Ezra's massivly sick) and when you finally do it is crazy awesome and it's like both of you can't wait to touch the other and you both come really fast and it's a blur of bodies and juices? Yeah, that rules. It's one of my top reasons for living. Happened last night. Sorry.

So Aud (my bff who lives in Vegas) came for a two week stay and it wasn't so good for our friendship. She was mad at me, unjustly, for I have so much workload right now it's not even funny (even though as we speak, I'm supposed to be in Spanish class, but I had massive diarreah and couldn't get off the toilet in time) and I couldn't spend a lot of time with her. That really blows cuz she took it personal and it is bullshit. Angie is the same way when she comes. Neither of them can fathom the concept of school and exactly how much work is involved. Aud has no desire to have a career and Angie doesn't even work because she has a quasi-famous boyfriend to take care of her every want and need. I don't have that. I have goals and dreams and don't want anyone to take care of me ever. I'm stubborn like that yo.

Anywho, I'm still a lonesome cowgirl, with no other cowgirls to wrangle with. It sucks, but at least I have Ezra to entertain me. P.S. it's not the same :(

Here's some advice:

Don't buy a dehydrator at a thrift store. I tried to dehydrate strawberries and all I got was fruit flys.

Buy the vegan creamer PACKETS from veganessentials (this one's for you Jen) they are good for travel coffee and good for me cuz I can't drink coffee without creamer and non-dairy creamer has milk in it. Go figure.

Don't be the best thing ever for Halloween last year (like I did) cuz this year you will not be able to live up to it. I was thinking I'd be a bearded lady. Stupid.

Don't live with 4 cats. The litter has to be changed every day. No joke.

That's all. Love ya's!

ARGH!

Halloween stuff is being put out! What can I be this year that will top last? Nothing's going on, just thought I would put that out there.

Look at me, here I am, right where I belong.

Hola boys and girls! Como estan?

Well, school has reared it's uggo head and It's time for an old fashioned freak out by none other than Theresa Elizabeth Wolff! As you all know I do love me some learnin', but knowledge does come at a price. That price is nothing less than actual money, for I have to cut my work hours down. Now, I'm sure ya'll think this should be a fairly painless procedure, but as Bugs Bunny would say, "He don't know me very well, do he?". I have worked 40ish hours for the last 6 years of my life and it ain't an easy task cuttin' that down, even if it is by only about 8 hours. I rely on that money and love saving. This caused a very turmoiled brain. Thank heavens for Ezra, and after hours of coaxing, he convinced me to let him pay my half of rent for the time being. I will owe him when I have a career and he is able to take some time off to write his children's book. Granted, that will be in around five or so years if we are still together. But I really have a good feeling that we will be. I know EVERYONE feels that they will be together forever and ever, but I don't feel like forever is necessarily the correct word or even possible. I do, however, feel that Ezra and I are a very good match and I really, REALLY, love him. He makes me happy. Genuinely happy. All of the time. Yes, he is stupid and talks about my moustache too much on the wrong day, but daggone it, that shit doesn't matter. He doesn't have to fawn over me like previous boyfriends to prove that he loves me. He doesn't have to buy me stuff to prove I'm the one he wants to be with. It's a common knowledge between the two of us, and that, my friends is something I have never experienced before. Never mind the fact that we are WILDLY attracted to each other. Especially now that he has a ducktail and a handlebar moustache. Turnin' me on left and right, that boy is.

ANYWHO, I know not everyone wants to hear about my sex life (email me privately and I will give details!), so here is the rest of my existance as of late...

I hate my job, the boss that took my place sucks a fuck.
I still need some girlfriends.
Living with three boys means that the house is ALWAYS messy and smelly, cats I can handle, boys are gross as all get out.
My dog brings me more joy than I care to mention and I am certifiably obsessed with her.
I sent my transcripts to San Antonio and I am one step closer to escaping the midwest.
Good shows are coming up, the question now is will anyone actually go with me to any of them.
Ezra got us an iPOD and I dig the fuck out of it.
Salsa party is tomarrow!

Well my fateful friends, I must be going...Life awaits.

P.S. My title is from the movie Muppets Take Manhatten if you didn't know, now go watch it bitches!

Negative Ghost Writer

Wow I am slacking again. I knew it would happen. Working 40+ hours a week is not conducive to productive blogging. I will give you a run down of my week...here goes:

Thursday 10th- Ezra and I went to Ann Arbor to get tattooed. I was hellbent on finishing my left forearm and getting my mummy I have been wanting. Alas, the night before I could not for the life of me figure out how I wanted it to look. So I went with the spur of the moment back up of the vampire pug. Good game, Wolff...it looks awesome. I love it and love the girl who put it on my body. She will finish both my forearms before I leave, hopefully.

Friday 11th- Art show, art show! I had to work until nine, so I couldn't be there from the git go, but I came anyway super excited to suppport my mizzan. His stuff was for sure the best and I was super duper proud of him. He's one of those annoying people who can make things that he wants to happen, happen. Unlike yours truely. I suck at pretty much everything artistic, no big deal though, I've come to grips with that fact. And I got my serial killer paintings out of the deal too. One of Dahmer (le sigh) and Ramirez. Came home to some killer sex, too.

Saturday 12th- Ummmm...I can't remember if I did anything. Oh I didn't. Worked and watched the Buddy Holly story. Fucking Busey.

Sunday 13th- Holy fuck, best day ever. Started it off by working 9 to 3, then coming home, dyed my locks, because my grey was overpowering my life, and got mega hot for the show that night. What show, you ask? FUCKING TOM WAITS. OMG it was amazing. Life changing to be exact. That man was phenomenal. Breathtaking. Left my quivering in my ballet shoes and red lipstick. Jim Jarmusch was sitting behind us too. Pretty fucking sweet. Fuck all of you who said I paid too much for my ticket (I would have paid triple). Worth every red cent.

Monday 14th- Um nothing. Worked 8-4, napped, watched Flavor of Love with Ezra and Ryan. Best fucking show on TV. I normally would say Project Runway is the best, but it is frustrating me as of late, they keep kicking all of my peeps off. Anyone that resembles Crispen Glover/Carlos D. (from Interpol) is panty saturating in my book of love. It's not over yet. If they kick my black dude off, I'm stopping the viewing. Probably not, I'm all talk.

Tuesday 15th- Worked 12-9. Came home, went to Erin's (akron) and had a fun time at a little gathering. I really like all of Ezra's friends. They make me feel welcome and they dig Ezra and I together. It makes me feel good.

Wednesday 16th- Worked 12-9. Came home, showered and watched V for Vendetta. I don't get how people said it sucked. I mean I wouldn't see it again, but I enjoyed watching it. I like post-apocalyptic movies anywho. 1984 is one of my fav's. You couldn't even tell that the Matrix people directed it, except for this really cheesy sword throwing scene where there were little acid trails following the swords. That was towards the end though.

Today!- Ezra and I's one year anniversary. Doesn't really mean much, but it is sort of cool that we have gone a year and have never had a huge fight, never had a dry sex period and still really get along and make each other laugh. It feels nice. I really look foreward to continuing my life with him and moving to Texas together. He's my rock and roll.

Tomarrow- We (moosh and me) are going to the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh for our anniversary trip. He's never been, and I love the floor with the cum paintings and glory holes. Romance is in the air!

Thanks for listening to my ever boring life. Shit is good right now, so I have no strife to write about. Good for me, boring for ya'll!

fuck the world

I seriously feel like such a cow pile of shit. When am I going to stop hating my self/body/everything? Does this ever go away? I think not. I really hate Myspace and I think I'm going to delete my account. I don't need to talk to these people that much anyway (except Lisa). It drives me crazy. I hate being nosy and it's a petty idiotic thing anyway. Oh look at me, look at me...look at all these crazy poses and how hot my bod is. I totally fell into it and now I'm done.

I'm really freaking out.

Fuck the world. Fuck everyone. Fuck comparing myself to other people. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.

In other news, I'm not going to Baltimore because Ezra and I are broke. I need to save money because we are for sure moving to Texas. For sure. And we are getting tattooed in Ann Arbor on Thursday and that will run me like 200 dollars. Oh sheesh.

I'm going. Sorry I'm being a spaz, but I'm sick of feeling like shit all the time.