I think he is really begging for attention. If you watch enough television and MTV News, you know precisely where I derived my conclusion. "Bush doesn't care about black people"? Bush has been our president for a while now, and God damn it, get over it. America isn't perfect, but we aren't starving and dying. You can't expect one person to please millions of people, let alone, every single American.

This is coming from a black person.

I've spent the last hour planning out my move back to Virginia. It's crazy how exact I make plans and schedules, but I have it done and there's no way I've miscalculated anything. I feel good now and I'm not stressed.

If I didn't have a job that I had to give a notice, I could go home in a week after receiving my next paycheck. Then again, if I didn't have a job, I also wouldn't be getting that paycheck.

So, I am moving on the 9th or 16th of October. I am aiming for the 9th. If I rushed, I could be home by the 2nd, but I want to put aside my anxiety to be back in Petersburg so I can make sure I don't make any major screw-ups. I need to talk to Tim between tomorrow and the following seven days to see if I can transfer.

Actually! If I can't transfer, there's no use in my staying longer so then I could possibly move on the 25th or 2nd. I do need the money, though so I probably won't do that.

To wrap it up: I'm moving to Virginia on the 9th or 16th of October if I am able to transfer to the Michaels in Colonial Heights. If not, I will move on the 25th of this month or the 2nd of October. When I find out whether I can or not, I need to talk to my store manager two to three weeks in advance of my moving.

I do want to get home as fast as possible, but I don't want six months of working at Michaels to go to waste. Since I'm going to probably major in Graphic Design and Communications, working at an art store for a long period would look good on a resume' later.


Oh! I got my 0 gauge tunnels today. They're great! I don't think I'll wear them to work, though. I wish I'd gotten a 00 gauge, though. *shrug* Maybe next time! I want pink ones! Mwuahah!

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I hadn't been feeling too good the last couple of days, but I feel alright now. That's just for now, though; I've only been up for about a half-hour. We will see, I suppose. I mean, it was getting to me like I hadn't showered in three days. I didn't carry an odor or anything, but I definitely wasn't fresh. I put a relaxer in my hair, groomed my privates, and beautified my face. Hah. Yeah, I've decided to put an end to dying my hair and putting in strong chemicals.

I was supposed to hit the gym this afternoon, but me and James stayed up too late and even went to McDonald's. Really, I haven't been eating much at all lately. I'm thinking that I'm in a calm depression.

As silly and as petty as the package is, I'm mildly excited about the 0 gauge tunnels I'm supposed to get today. I bet I end up not getting it until Friday or maybe even Monday. *sigh* At least Quint should be receiving his package today. I had a dream last night that it didn't fit and/or he didn't like it. Made me sad.

I need to start talking with Mom more. I mean, there was a time that she didn't call me for a whole three or four days, but she has been calling me lately and I don't give her my full attention because I'm usually preoccuppied. I'll call her later when James goes to work.

James told me about his friend selling his wife's Neon for five- or six-hundred dollars. It's really cute. James said we could go 50/50 on it and "maybe" I can keep it. Maybe? Why would I go 50/50 on a car if I can only "maybe" have it when James makes literally three times as much money as I do per paycheck? On top of that, I'm trying to save my money to move. *shrug* I didn't dig into it. Perhaps he didn't mean to say "maybe", but I like to take James' precise words because he usually ends up going back on them.

Like, even if he didn't say "maybe", I bet before I left he'd tell me that he needs a car for the time being since the Chevy has been having issues... yada yada yada... And that he wants to keep it until he can get a new car. "I'll bring it to you later." Then he'll end up never doing it.

That's how he ended up taking back the car he gave me last year. I'm not investing my money or any of my family's money again into another car that James ends up keeping for himself. Nice idea, but I just don't trust James in that respect anymore.


So. I masturbated last night with just my hands for the first time in over a year. It sucked tremendously. I need to buy a vibrator to replace the one I broke.

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Fall Out Boy. The Norva. Norfolk, Virginia. October 14th. I want to go.

No one likes my music.

Alien Ant Farm. The Norva. Norfolk, Virginia. September 26th. I want to go.

But no one likes my music.

Switchfoot. The Norva. Norfolk, Virginia. November 4th. I want to go.

But no one likes my music!


I'd really pee my pants if I could see Fall Out Boy. God damn it. *sigh, pout, groan* I don't know. They're going to be at the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach. Maybe somehow I can talk James into it since that's just maybe an hour away or so.

I've seen Alien Ant Farm already with Mom and she says they suck so I know she wouldn't go with me to that. Maybe I could talk her into letting me take the car to go to Norfolk and I can just force someone to go with me. Meh. I guess it doesn't matter because now that I've thought about it, the AAF concert is this month and I probably won't get back to Virginia that soon.

Switchfoot, though. Mom would be all for that. She loves those guys.

These tickets would probably range from twenty to fifty bucks, though. And as always, I'd be the one buying both tickets. Fawk. I really want to see Fall Out Boy!

Why can't I just have a car?!

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About an hour ago, I was sitting at the computer trying to upload pictures and occasionally, I would peek over the monitor to see what this familiar scent was. A few minutes later, Shane said that he was cooking sweet orange rolls, which I used to eat religiously.

He offered some to Brian, James, and me. If you know me, I'm pretty modest to offerings like that. They were laughing at me because every time Shane would offer some, I'd pass initially, then end up biting off of James'. It was pretty funny. I'm like addicted to those things. I told them I used to eat whole cans of that stuff and Shane said he did, too.

So James was sitting in the recliner and I had my knees on his lap, attempting to steal bites of his roll. Shane comes over with two more rolls on his plate and says to me, "You want another? C'monnn, you know you want it."

I say, "Nooo, that's okaaay."

He continues, "C'monnn! You know you want it, Tammi."

O.O He kept saying it and I was laughing at first, then paused.

lmao, God, Shane is frickin' cute. It was just weird hearing him talk like that because I suddenly had this whole, completely dirty different vision when he was speaking to me like that.

Oh yeah. I do want it.

For the record, I didn't take it. But I took the one he ate off of and put down after he said he felt too sick to eat anymore. haha, He offered me that, too. He had put it down and said, "There you go, Tammi. You can't look at it for too long without eating it."

God.

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This is how the place looked last night:













Random me:





Mom and her thug friend, Buck in Virginia:



Mom flipping me off in front of the No Profanity sign at Virginia Beach:



Anna at O'Charley's:



The kitten I saved at South Park Mall:

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