So Joe was at Denny's this morning telling our friend Lala about the protesting that's been going on at Sierra Fish and Pet lately. Some lady overheard the conversation and said that A Place For Pets had to endure the same thing until they stopped selling their puppies. The sad thing is, even though these 2 stores get their puppies from an "agent" who shops local breeders for the pups they supply, they're still coming from puppy mills. Or at least APFP's puppies were. The puppies were the store's main source of income, and through some poking around I discovered they're most likely going to close because of it.

Joe sent me this ad from Craigslist in my email....


Help Educate People on Puppy Mills-Please Read
Reply to: comm-1018719944@craigslist.org
Date: 2009-02-03, 2:11AM

PLEASE JOIN OUR CAMPAIGN TO ERADICATE PUPPY MILLS LIKE THE ONE
IN SNOHOMISH COUNTY AND NOW SKAGIT-
JOIN PUPPY-STORE-FREE-WASHINGTON
As many of you already know there have now been two puppy mill raids with more on the way, one in
Snohomish County and one in Skagit County. The details are horrific! Ironically, we launched our
PUPPY-STORE-FREE- WASHINGTON campaign on the same weekend!
After the amazing success of the PUPPY STORE FREE LA campaign,
we decided it was time for a change in the Northwest. (Check
out the LA campaign at Bestfriends.org) We will be conducting
peaceful protests at SIERRA FISH & PETS in Bellevue every
single weekend until they quit selling puppies! We would love
for you to join us and bring your friends! You don't need to
worry about anything. We have done this before, and we are
doing nothing illegal. We are just expressing our first
amendment rights and letting the public know that SIERRA FISH &
PETS sells puppy mill puppies, and PLEASE DON'T SHOP
THERE!!!!!!! We have signs and brochures, but you are welcome
to bring your own sign. (If you want to learn more about just
what a puppy mill is and how they have endured, or for
guidelines to what is appropriate to display on a sign, you can
go towww.Stoppuppymills.org which is a Humane Society website).
We hope you can join our campaign to stop the pain and suffering of those that "have no voice."

Join us from 11-2, every Saturday & Sunday

Sierra Fish & Pets
Loehman's Plaza
3710 Factoria Blvd.
Bellevue, WA 98006


It pisses me off that they'd much rather protest a small business that takes GREAT care of their puppies and customers, instead of Petco across the street. Who only cleans cages once a week, feeds their fish when they feel like it, and so on and so forth... Why don't they spend their time picketing that store?

The best thing i can say about Crisanna is that she's not a sadist. She's just a first-class son of a bitch.

The only other thing I can say is this....

She'll never have friends if she keeps lying to everyone about how cool she can be. Maybe if she straightens out her hair a bit more it'll help as well. LOL

AND NO I didn't read your blog. You're as transparent as glass, and not nearly as deep as you wish you could be.

KELLI YOUR TOILET MAIMED MY THIGH.

It's murder to sit on now... I'm missing flesh.

LMAO.

"I'm your teddy bear, we're designed to be comforting."

I love you Joe... More than words.

I want to run away with you.
Completely.
Drop everything and go.
Pack a bag with trivial items we think we need, but don't.
Leave to some beautiful place and watch the sun rise out of it's crevices.
You took me, all of me, and made me fly.
Broke the chains that have bore me down for centuries it seems.
You bring light to all of my thoughts.
Meaning to all of my secrets.
Warmth to my soul.
Love to my heart.
Caring to my being.
You make even the simplest things worth documenting.
In some forgotten scroll of parchment for historians to find.
For them to read, and redefine love with.
For them to wonder who we were to have lived so brightly.

You make me want to scream with felicity.

I hate posting journals back to back, but I had to share my convo with Fuss-Dust about my new job....

cherryjester: you could have like a doggy day camp/ porn store
cherryjester: you could call it doggy style
cherryjester: and people would go in, thinking it's clothes for their dogs, but it's really just a place to leave your pet while you go out and fuck.

Here, I made this one public so you can read it without having to use a "secret" way.

I'm tired of your drama. Why can't you fucking move on and die already? What Joe and I talk about is exactly that, what Joe and I talk about. We don't talk about you on purpose, you just come up after some of your shenanigans. It's really fucking old that you can't come TALK TO ME like a fucking adult when you don't like something I've said... Like I said before, you're fucking scared of me.

I'm sorry you think I ruined your life. It's really too bad that you couldn't see around your own cloud of bullshit back when things first went south LAST FEBRUARY... But instead, you kept your head so far up your own ass you couldn't see the grave you were digging for yourself.

Now, undoubtedly, you sit at home alone every night. You could have moved on, fixed your shit, got on some pills, and straighten your hair out nearly a year ago!!! Why do you refuse to GROW THE FUCK UP and stop playing these immature bi-polar games? Harassing my boyfriend trying to make all your fuck-ups better only makes things worse. I'm surprised you haven't gotten that by now.

I'm inclined to keep talking about you just to piss you off. I think it's hilarious you go out of your way to find out what I'm saying about you. If you were REALLY over things like you say you are, you wouldn't have taken the time to HUNT THROUGH my myspace page to find my wordpress account... Cunt.

Fucking take some of that "good money" you make and buy a cake to stuff yourself with so you'll shut the fuck up...

Here it is, 4am once again.

I was laying in bed since midnight trying to will myself to sleep. I did everything I could think of to force a trip to Lala-land, and as you can see… I had no luck. I don’t even know why I’m writting, but it seemed like the thing to do right now. I’ve got a wifbeater on and no pants. Bitty is laying next to me with her eyes shut and an extended paw resting on my thigh in a “don’t forget me” kind of way. I wish I could say my fish were sleeping next to me, but they’re gone…. Just an empty tank running with an increasing pile of crap on top of it.

Today was awesome. I got too see 3 friends and Joe! Kelli and I got together this morning and went shopping at the mall… I contemplated stopping in at Sephora to say hi to Nikki, but I didn’t feel confident in my attire for the day, so I opted no. Kelli and I were in Forever XXI looking for things to spend her gift card on… I don’t think I’ve ever seen a larger store full of clothing, and 2 floors of it might I add!! After shopping for an hour or so, we went to get Scott from work, and then Fuss from his house in Redmond…. And after one of the most ridiculously long commutes across the 520 bridge with 4 of us in the car bored with the music selection, we finally arrived at the house. After, of course, picking up sustainence and beverages. We all stuffed our faces with pizza for a while, visited with Al, then migrated to the concert that is Rock Band with surround sound in the living room. It was neat playing with so many people and taking turns…. The only person I’ve played with besides Lala and Joe is Sara and she’s not the most fun to play with. *shrug*

This blog is doing exactly what I hoped it would… I’ve yawned. Which means writing is boring my brain and soon I’ll be sleeping. yeeeeeessssssss………

The furnace can’t decide wether it’s turning on or not. It starts and stops, then starts again. It’s pissing me off, and I hate that I’m right next to it and that I’m so hot all the time. Makes me feel like a greasy pig.

Kelli, you should stop putting yourself down all the time when we hang. I have friends that are all different and original, and I enjoy them all in different ways as they bring out different parts of myself. I choose my friends to accent my personal traits, and if I didn’t like you, or thought you brought out bad qualities, I’d cut you like a fat chick from cheer squad.

Can I hear a “Y E A H” ?! *cheer step*

So yeah. You rock. And when someone says “I had a good time tonight with you guys” it doesn’t mean “yeah, Scott was way more fun to talk to but I’m glad you were there to breath air with us”. It means that YOU and Scott shared equally in the personal enjoyment of myself during the events that transpired at that time. :)

I have heartburn really bad and I’ve already eaten a couple fistfulls of Costco brand Tums. They help for about as long as the chalky texture/taste lasts in your mouth, then I’m back begging for the bottle again.

I got my first bunch of catalogs today for CDDC. Every time I think more and more about our plans for the store, I get goosebumps. And I only get goosebumps over things I’m REALLY stoked about…. So it’s a sign that I’m headed down the right career path. I flipped through a bunch of them and kept getting more excited about it all. I need to talk to my sister and find out about her student loans and see what I need to do to get myself into school again. I don’t want to be in school for 2 years, but I know getting a business AA is going to look beautiful on any application for a loan, and if the company falls through I have something that looks good on my resume!!

Joe told me tonight that Crisanna thinks I pretty much ruined her life. What-the-fuck-ever, okay? I apparently “ruined” Autumn’s life and now look… She’s living with her new girlfriend, happy and fat like nothing happened. People get over shit like this, Crisanna doesn’t. She clings, begs, cries, threatens, blackmails, cries more, pretends it’s all better, says she hates Joe, and then 2 weeks later offers to pay his phone bill. Fucking bullshit.

Alright, I think I’m done. I havn’t come up with anything else to add, and i might just not stop on the last paragraph about Crisanna if I dont wrap this up now.

Its like my face doesn't know when we're done having feelings... Like a poor light board operator at a theater.

You can cut the waterworks now.

The last couple of days have been..... busy.

New years night was an all-out nerd fest. I did my best to gimp to the house for some head to head Magic competition. Ray, Lala, myself, and Joe all played with various fairy decks and JOE WON. This is monumental considering Joe NEVER wins at Magic when Ray is playing.... Cause Ray pretty much invented Magic as far as I'm concerned.

***Edit- LALA WON. not Joe. My bad.

We had a couple buttery nipple shots and watched the Space Needle explode on television. Joe, Ray and I almost peed our pants when they started the show off with STAR WARS music. Lala just sat there, shaking her head at our nerdish glee as we all hummed along and shared exstatic looks with each other across the room. I woke up the next morning feeling hung over from not drinking ENOUGH.... Having a couple drinks does me in almost worse than being wasted. I dont even remember what all went on the rest of that day, I just remember hobbling around when I shouldn't have been.

Joe and I picked his car up from Sarah's mom's house as well......... We got the headlight and side marker from the junk yard to repair the damage to the car, and after a lot of work to MAKE it work, it seem's we've gotten no where far. None of the lights work... I couldn't handle standing on my knee anymore so we gave up for the night. So now it sits in the driveway at Joe's house, adding to the ever-growing auto graveyard that his brother started years ago.

I went shopping for clothing with my xmas money! I got some wicked shirts from Old Navy and some new bras from Lane Bryant. I inadvertantly left my wallet on the counter at the LB and when I realized what happened and made it back to the store, the money was taken out of it. So I only got to spend half of the money I got on clothes. I'm really dissapointed because I wanted to get a pair of custom jeans from here.... And now I can't even afford to put gas in my car.

Today had it's ups and downs.... Mostly me falling DOWN and mice flying UP! Yes, you heard right, mice.

I was in Joe's room doing something and lost the back to my earing into a pile of clothing that was on the floor. As I was leaning over to look for it, I heard a noise coming from one of the boxes next to my head. I stood up and thought to myself for a moment, and then opened the box to figure out what had made that noise. No sooner had I moved a couple pieces of paper, than 2 or 3 tiny brown mice FLY out of the box at me and scatter around the room. I don't know if my scream scared me or is the mice did, but I ended up falling over!!! I don't think my butt hit the ground for more than a hot second before I was up again scanning the grounds for them. I saw one book out the bedroom door, and never saw the others again.

It was then that I decided to clean and unbox Joe's room. The guy's lived in that house for more than 3 months now and never unpacked his bedroom... So I did so for him, under the pretense that I was looking for mice. Even though it was a gross situation with all the mouse pee and poop on things in the boxes, I'm secretly glad that I got to clean it. I REALLY HATE IT WHEN THINGS LIKE THAT GET LEFT UNDONE.

The room's finished now, and all that needs to be done at this point is getting all the blankets to the laundromat, and finishing the pile of laundry. Then the Bear and his minion will have clean clothing again.

Alright.. It’s been a couple days. I had a nifty title I was going to put on this that fit my update, but now through lots of distraction, I’ve forgotten it.

My knee is doing loads better, but being active the last couple days have completely destroyed my progress. I’m back to hotpads as often as possible, and last night my ankle decided to swell up. All the tendons are taught and swollen still as well. I’m waiting for the day I can dance a jig again!!!

Let me tell you…. I havn’t injured myself in so long that I didn’t realize how poor my body was doing. And now that I’m having trouble getting around, I’m increasingly aware of how fat I am and how poorly I move even when I’m NOT injured. I need to lose weight, no doubt about it. I don’t want to do the typical for the new year like everyone else though… The “lose weight is my New Years resolution” thing. I just want to start fresh.

SO. As of January 1st, I will be eating better, moving around more, getting a gym membership, and not drinking caffeine. The caffeine idea came from a Dr. Oz episode on Oprah, where he discussed hyperhidrosis and how caffeine attributes to it. I never knew caffeine would make my hands sweat more!! So, I see a couple good things out of this…. One is I won’t be drinking much soda anymore. I know there are a couple types of caffeine-free sodas out there, but I honestly don’t like them. And Chocolate has caffeine in it to, so I won’t be eating much candy anymore either. It’s all together a wise choice on my part for my health. I’m looking forward to getting healthy, and I’m looking forward to looking better for Joe as well.

"I mean, I still don't think your nipple works as well as it did before we met."

I miss you.

You're never going to get him back.

Changing your "being emo" album to say "missing Alex" isn't going to further your non-cause. And making public an old album of Alex pictures just makes you look like a needy son-of-a-bitch.

You were told not to talk to Joe's family. Rachel doesn't fucking like you. She's nice to you cause she HAD to be for Joe's sake. That's what nice people do... They TOLERATE you, they DON'T LIKE you. Kind of what I did. I tolerated you, I didn't like you. We were never friends, I was only nice to you cause you and Joe were dating.

And I'm sorry if this "hurt your feelings"... But it wouldn't if you weren't being a nosy cunt and take time out of your day to come to my blog and read up on me.

Your feelings wouldn't have been hurt if you weren't nosing around in my business like a fucking stalker you freak.

Even after all the telling off you went through... After your angry blog in response because you dont have enough balls to say anything to his face...

YOU STILL DONT RESPECT HIS WISHES AND LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE.

You have to run to him whining that I'm leaving you messages...... You say you're not scared of me, but what have you done to prove it? Nothing. You just try to make me mad by sending me random yahoo messages saying "I'll be getting Lily".

Fucking dumbass bitch! Obviously you WONT be getting her cause you can't even spell her fucking name right!

Go home to your fucking cat and drown in some tuna casserole won't you? No one would care if you offed yourself anyway. Not even the baby.

This is a complete and quite possibly upsetting rant aimed at Crisanna Smith an no one else.

Let's start this off with a definition, shall we?

Personality Disorder:
A personality disorder is identified by a pervasive pattern of experience and behavior that is abnormal with respect to any two of the following: thinking, mood, personal relations, and the control of impulses.

Now that we know what that means, let's move along... Here are a few personality disorders I think you suffer from.

-Dependent Personality Disorder: Extreme need of other people, to a point where the person is unable to make any decisions or take an independent stand on his or her own. Fear of separation and submissive behavior. Marked lack of decisiveness and self-confidence.

-Histrionic Personality Disorder: Exaggerated and often inappropriate displays of emotional reactions, approaching theatricality, in everyday behavior. Sudden and rapidly shifting emotion expressions.

-Narcissistic Personality Disorder: Behavior or a fantasy of grandiosity, a lack of empathy, a need to be admired by others, an inability to see the viewpoints of others, and hypersensitive to the opinions of others.


Now, that may seem like a lot of things that could be wrong with you... And so far, you don't think there is anything wrong with what you've done or are STILL doing. You're still self-centered, have a lack of accountability, and can't put yourself in anyone else's shoes. You're manipulative and exploitative. You're unhappiness has been brought on by no one but yourself, and you have a distorted and almost superficial view of yourself and how other people see you. You can't even see your own self-destructive behaviors! I'm sorry you're socially maladjusted, but changing the rules of the game or trying to influence the world to conform to your own needs is just a cry for help.

As far and things go with the boy, it's never going to change. Hearing you whine over and over about how he took your baby away from you gets really old after about one time. Him, being a responsible, caring, and considerate adult in the boys life did the only thing that needed to be done. It's disappointing to know that you still see no fault in any of your actions throughout this whole thing. You say you're sorry and that you regret everything you've done, yet you do nothing to prove it. Liars, thieves, manipulators, and retards shouldn't be allowed to be parents.

But what have I lied about, you ask? Moving, paying him back, etc.
But what have I stolen? Money, trust, time.
How was I manipulative? Demanding the child be back with you whilst holding stolen money as blackmail.
How am I retarded? Look in the mirror and figure that one out, kid.

Out of everything you've said and done the opposite of, it'd be so nice to just admit you have problems and go see someone about them. But, I know... It's hard to do something that's not selfish.

I really hope you move out before that baby's born in that condo. I fear you'll steal it, smother it, and drown it in tuna casserole.

And you still owe me a new bra, damnit.

So I'm stuck. I know where I'm going and what I want, but I can't help this HUGE feeling of failure somehow.

I broke off things with Autumn because they wern't going to go anywhere but farther into the hole. Financially and romantically alike. Besides her making me broke and friendless, what else was there?

I'm home again with my parents... And while I know this is the most responsible thing Ive done in the last 5 years, I still feel like a complete fuck up. I moved back to get my debt paid off and start over.... I moved home to find myself and release all my problems....

I dont know what else to say. there will be more... I'm just waiting for this feeling to hit surface. I can feel it mulling up inside my guts, ready to pop any moment. But until it does, I can't describe anything.

It's been 3 weeks since I posted last time and I just need to fucking write about whats been going on. But I have no motivation to. So much has changed, and so much is going to change that I'm just overwhelmed.

So I took the time to fix the vacuum cleaner in grooming the other day. Karen asked me what she could do to say thanks, and I told her she could "stop talking shit about me". So I don't know what happened to that because when I came back into work after my 2 days off the other day, she wouldn't even so much as say hi to me! The fucking nerve! After expressing my feelings to Bev, she said that the groomers were offended by my comments on the way they do things... WTF.

I asked why they only worked 8-12pm ever day but sunday/monday when they were off.... And karen gave me some bullshit answer on how if they do less dogs in less hours, they would have more quality going out the door. The whole time she's telling me this, I'm thinking of how they groom their dogs. Neither of the two groomers will do anything over 40lbs cause they don't want to lift the dogs. One won't do cats, the other wont do long haired dogs like huskies... And all they do is shave the dogs. Shave shave shave. A customer called the other day and said her dog was scared to death of clippers and wanted a scissor cut done. She turned the lady away and then bitched for 3 hours about how scissors and clippers work the same and her dog was stupid fr being scared, etc. I fucking hate them. They're so self-absorbed and RUDE!! They don't even wash their own towls! They have enough so they can wash 8 or so dogs and then leave them for the store associated to do sometime between cleaning cages and customer service.

So we have to find a roomate. it blows. We've interviewed a couple people and one of them was a nutcase. I dont know what I'm going to be able to do to keep this nutterz out of my hair for a couple days so I can find someone different. He sent me a text today that said "are you here?". I bout shit myself and snuck to the door and peeked out the spy-hole. No one there, but this guy's so crazy I wouldn't put it past him!!

I dont know why I put robots in my title. Just wanted to. Maybe I need a toy robot.

Joe needs to give me my second Indiana Jones spoon. Then I'll have red and yellow. Sweetness.

Work. blows.

The groomers are no longer going to talk shit about me since I fixed their vacuum cleaner. That was the deal. So now what do I do to get the rest of the store like that? Every step I take away from someone, the whispering gets louder. I swear. I hate it. They dont even know me and they all just talk about me.

I want the kitten we have at work thats orange and fluffy. He's a love-bud and I named him Copper-Top Jack.

My dog is snoring and the frogs outside are driving me to a peaceful deathly slumber.

Went to a Childrens Hospital appt with Joe and Cris. Got a couple cool printouts of Alex's head to creep Auty out with. it worked, and they're on my fridge now.

I think I have an ulcer. I've had horrible sharp pains in my stomach in the same spot for 3 days now. Bad watery poop, waves of nausea... It gets better when I dont eat. I should just starve myself.

Gotta go. My eyelids are fighting gravity and the ground is winning.