Before I even start this entry I need to say this: Elyse I win. I updated first. :P

Okay, so I don’t think I ever wrote on here about me quitting CVS. Back in July I got into a severe blowout with my district manager. And I mean severe. I went totally ape shit on him. To sum up everything that happened: He pulled our store manager, Amy, a week before inventory. Without telling anyone. We all walk in one day and we have a new manager. Pretty fucked, yeah? Well anyway, I was pretty pissed. So I put in my two weeks. I personally faxed my resignation over to him when I turned it into the new “manager”. I say that with quotes because the girl wasn’t even qualified to be a cashier. She didn’t (and still doesn’t from what Sweet D tells me) know shit. Anyway, the DM didn’t actually get back to me until three days before my notice was up. And when he did come in to talk to me, he actually had the balls to ask me to train the new manager. Wait, let me repeat that for you: He asked me, the lead shift, to train the woman who was supposed to be our new store manager a week before inventory. Oh yeah, fueling that fire. I snapped at that point, I was so livid. Lets just say I told him where to go and how to get there.

Anyway, fast forward to after CVS, I went unemployed for two months, yeah I quit CVS without a job, but it was worth it. So in September I started a new job over at JoAnn Fabrics. I’m there maybe three weeks when CVS calls me and wants to hire me back. (Go Amy!) Her new district manager talked to her and decided that it was a shame that I left so they called me and want me to come back. :) So I’m starting back at CVS in a different district at a new store for almost a dollar more an hour then I was making before. Hellz yeah. Though I have to admit, I feel like an asshole for leaving JoAnns so soon. But, it’s a lot more money then I’m making there, so yeah.

Anyway, my birthday was good, even though that was over a month ago. I got really drunk, I mean really piss ass drunk. I almost fell off the balcony at Sean Bolan’s. Stupid heels. But really, it was an awesome birthday.

I think that about covers the last oh, four-five months? haha, nothing exciting happens. Oh! Except for the lady who told me she could see peoples past lives. She pointed to one woman and went “She was a Quaker. And see that woman over there, she was a witch, burned at the stake…” And I was like O_o and just rang her up and got her away from me. I attract the weirdos everywhere I go. -shakes head-

Okay! That covers almost everything. lol

It’s my birthday! :D I’m twenty-two… finally, haha. Not really a big birthday, but hey! I love my birthday, I get to be all self-centered and not feel bad about it :)

Mike bought me a Wacom Tablet and OMFG I am so so so so so freaking happy and excited about it! *does dance* Most awesome boyfriend in the world.

It does suck I have to work 12-5 today, but at least it’s not a long shift.

So off I go.

So the Virgin Mobile Festival was this weekend. I ended up getting to go both days and good god, it was fan-freaking-tastic. Saturday was a lot more fun than I thought it would be because the line up was kind of shitty, but Katie and I had an awesome fucking time. The only people we really wanted to see on Saturday were The Offspring and The Foo Fighters… both AMAZING shows, I might add. I actually ended up going crowd surfing during Offspring, I was a bit drunk and this guy was like “Wanna go up?” and I was like “Sure, why the fuck not?” It was fun. lol

And later that night we saw The Foo Fighters… omg fucking amazing. It was just awesome. Dave Grohl was funny as hell. Awesome front man. Oh man, and then this pit broke out and we were several people back from the edge of it, still getting pushed, but not really where we could get hurt. But this little drunken asshole came up behind me and elbowed me in the back almost knocking me down trying to get into the pit so I turned around and fucking decked him in the face. Yeah, he looked shocked. It was fantastic.

But man, Sunday… Sunday was when all the shit when down. Holy Shit… it was just so fucking crazy today. So everything was going good, we got a good spot for Lil Wayne, which I’m not really into, but he was funny as hell. Except this bitch keep fucking with Katie and Christ, she was two seconds away from beating this bitches ass. Which would have meant I would have to jump in, which isn’t a problem, but I was fucked up at that point. Didn’t come to that though, which was good.

So we get over to the other stage to get a spot for STP, we did, it was awesome. Except for all of the motherfucking guys crowd surfing. I’m sorry, I’ve got no problem with people doing that, but if you are a 200lb guy then you shouldn’t be. And people just kept throwing people. I got hit and beat the hell up just from that. Then out of nowhere this HUGE HUGE pit started right where we were standing. And I was trying to get to the edge to get out and right as I got there this MOTHERFUCKER decided to grab my arm and turn me around and fucking threw me back in, which resulted in me getting punched in the fucking face. *insert indescribable anger here* So after Mike saw me still in he comes in after me and is pushing people away so that I can make my way out. So I’m getting over to the edge where Chris, Kate and everyone were at and the SAME FUCKING guy tries to throw me in again. Chris was standing right by the guy though and he saw me reach out and he grabbed me and threw me behind him.

Wait, this gets good! So the guy who threw me into the pit ends up right in front of Mike and Chris, so I’m like “Mike! Mike! That’s the asshole that threw me in there!” And then Mike talked to Chris and they fucked that guys shit up. When the guy was like “WTF?!!!111″ Mike was simply like “You threw my girlfriend into the pit motherfucker.” I love him. He doesn’t let anyone fuck with me and if they do he makes sure they regret it :)

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