Dreamt we had an infestation of moths and mice... oddly enough I was more bothered by the moths than the mice... the nasty fuckers kept swooping at me.
My neighbors are straight up ghetto. I overheard what I think was a drug solicitation phone call on Tuesday... the dude was talking about 'white ladies', like he knew where he could get some quality white ladies. The other person must have said something like "What?" and he said "I know where I can get some quality Hair." There was a pause and he said "I don't know how much a ball costs, but I got mad connections, so probly not more than 95 bucks." I know I have limited street cred here, but come on... doesn't it sound like he's talking about Heroin? There's no e on the end of that right? Then I'd be talking about shera or Pvt. Jessica Lynch (note sarcasm here... how is she a hero other than she is a veteran? She GOT CAPTURED. SHE DIDN'T RESCUE ANYONE.... I agree all veterans are heros, but they all don't get the rights to their story purchased for millions and... sorry. Tangent.) Anyway, back to my ghetto ass neighbors, last night there was a lot of door slamming and name calling and ghetto talk back and forth from their door to their car, which just so happens that they have to walk by my bedroom window as they make that trip 8 bazillion times a night. I didn't call security, which I should have. I just don't want to be the 'complainer'. I also never called about the possible drug solicitation whatever, because my bedroom window was open when dude was on his cell (again right outside my window) and I was clearly visible laying on my bed reading my book. Arg.
I yelled at our Mexican neighbors the night before last too. They were standing outside at their car, with the damn thing running, talking LOUDLY. In Spanish. I looked at Aaron at one point and said "How do you say Shut the Fuck up in spanish?" He just laughed. But it was like 10pm, and they were out there for a good 15-20 minutes! ARG! Finally I raised our blinds and said "SHUT UP!!!" then I sat back down and we resumed watching tv and all of a sudden it came to me "CAYETE!" I shouted. Aaron looked startled. I said it slowly to myself "cay-ett-ay... that's spanish for shut up." he grinned, and I was relieved... I hate it when you can't remember stuff like that. Our neighbor right next door, Shanaynay, has rid herself of the long braids. We saw her the other day, and she had a short bob do, curled under the ear. Very cute, in fact I almost didn't recognize her. Guess I can't call her Shanaynay anymore.
Went to the gym last night. I usually do 3 miles or more basically a minimum of 45 min on the treadmill, 15 on the eliptical trainer and 300 situps. I did 2.50 miles... that's 35 min on the treadmill. My legs were aching at that point. They are also doing a lot of construction at my gym, and apparently have RUINED the area I do my situps in. I liked it, because it was elevated, and there was a railing I could hold onto when working my lower abdomen. Now... no elevated area... it's all on the floor. No railing. I was so tired and my legs were too sore to deal so I just went home. I am going back tonight... will attempt to do the full kit and caboodle. We'll see. I'm so discouraged right now, I am freakin close to waving my white flag and just dealing with the fact that I weigh 167lbs. Which I'm sorry, to me is unacceptable. I don't know how to make it acceptable... every time I approach it in my mind I just freak out and vow to only eat celery. I'm not going to go on and on like I did yesterday... I just am so fucking frustrated with the whole weight loss issue I want to fucking cry every fucking time I fucking think about it. Fuck you weight loss, you and your ugly ass mama.
I don't know what that last sentence is about, though I did laugh when I typed it, so I guess I'll keep it there.
Aaron spends quality time with Asa.
Why I have to fight the urge to beat the little fucker. Is NOTHING SACRED?