New site is still being worked on, but you can come visit if you’d like. You can find it here. Please update your bookmarks, I’d appreciate it.

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Long fucking weekend. So over it. Will post about it at work tomorrow after my boss leaves. I’ll also throw you the new link tomorrow so stay tuned, bitches.

xxx M

While i work on the back end…. if anyone wants a Brightkite invite, lemme know. I have a couple to pass out.

After four system restores, Dell is finally sending me a new harddrive.

Wee.

I can’t do anything until I receive it and it suuuucks.

The reason? Because I figured out that it’s not just WoW that’s freezing up on me - it’s the whole fucking system. It’s VISTA. So wtfe. I’m over it now. I’m going to get the harddrive and EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE***

I’m going to spend the next week or so making sure the new site looks and works okay, and we’ll be over there from now on. As for importing the blog updates over there, I’m not holding my breath about it anymore. If I need to start completely over, I’m okay with that.

If you have any suggestions as to features or links for the new site, let me know. Also, if your link is not on this blog and you’d like it to show up on the new one, comment with your links and I’ll add them.

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***plez plez plez.

My brother is now a father, and I now have a nephew. For lack of a good pseudo name - and lack of a great REAL name, as my brother and his white trash girlfriend have no taste - I am naming this child:

BB XERXES

Because trust me, BB XERXES is better than his real name. Poor little white trash bb. God. I’m so in love with him but so embarrassed, too. My brother can’t even fathom how one pays rent “every month? ON TIME?!?”, much less remember to buy diapers.

And his 17 yr old girlfriend? FUGGEDABOUTIT. She’s been trying to get induced for the last MONTH.

I’ve already told Rynie that I’m kidnapping the baby the first chance I get. Chee knows, too.

Life has settled into a somewhat frenzied pace.

The new domain sits and waits for the moment that I can export the posts here and import them over there (and to answer your questions, yes, there are plugins, but no - they only produce a blank XML page with an error; yes, I could, in theory, move the posts over one by one, but at last count:

Blog Stats

There are currently 1,953 post and 6,440 comments, contained within 53 categories.

So, no, I will not be importing all of that shit. What, you think I have an abundant amount of time these days?

I still wake up every morning at 6am, get to Job A before 8am, work for an hour at Job B on Job A’s lunchbreak, I get home at 530pm, start Job B by 6pm, do pilates at 1045, in bed by 1120pm. Every day.

In the last week or so, I’ve received a raise at each job; tomorrow, I’ll get my first ever paid holiday off from not one, but both jobs. A real true day off, with no obligations. I’m stoked. I’m going to spend it by playing WoW. Yes, WoW.

Rynie thinks I’m pregnant because according to her, I’m nesting. The downside about working two jobs is that I have no energy at all. The upside is that because i work two jobs, I have - for the first time in my life - extra money. I’m socking away most of it, and paying off debt with some, but I’m buying things that are needed around here. Like a table, for starters. What kind, you ask? Oh, since there is NO TABLE IN MY APARTMENT AT ALL, just one in general. After spilling my dinner on my lap for the fourth time inside ten days, I HAD to get a surface. Chee passed along a table and dresser, and I bought some coffee tables. OMFG I HAS SERFUS NOW.

My boyfriend and I are doing quite well, under the circumstances. Yes, his mother is still here, and in fact his father will be arriving in a few weeks and hopefully taking her home at the end of June.

For those of you keeping track, she arrived on February 27th - the day before our anniversary. She will be leaving around the end of June: four months later. Which brings the total amount of time she’s been here since I’ve dated Chee: over eight months.

Yes. Eight months.

Some of you seem to think that if I bitch about it on my blog, that it gives you an excuse to call me or IM me up and tell me how stupid I am for being with him, and how “you keep bitching about him, and you won’t do anything about it.”

a) it’s not him, it’s his mother.
b) it’s my life.
c) it’s my blog.

I’m also tired of blasts from my past coming back. CFed, Weast, 747… GO AWAY! Because all they do is that stereotypical “hey, we had some good times, huh? I’ll be in town on X day, let’s hang out!”

Uh, let’s not. We never had “good times”. Do a fucking search on this blog for CFed - Lola can attest that he was NOT fun. In ANY way. Consider me with a ring on my finger - I’m taken. I’m not breaking up with him for you, you or YOU. Hell, if we break up, have at it - be my guest. Try to sway me with your “obvious” good looks and charm. But until then, fuck you.

I don’t speak to my sister anymore. Shocking, I know. Ultimately, it came down to her having a bad day and me having a good one - if that makes any sense. My sister is much like Chee’s; she is a HUGE drama queen. She was pissed that I didn’t break up with Chee because of all of his familial stuff, and she was just having a bad day, I think. She voiced her opinion and wasn’t happy that I didn’t say, “Gee, okay, I’ll break up with him because you said so.” Good times.

Anyways.

A few projects are in the works, although none for your eyes for quite some time. The only look you can look forward to anytime soon will be the official move to the new domain.

If/when I can find a way to import the blog entries over, that is. Sigh.

Viennese Oyster:

The receiving partner crosses their feet behind their head (or at least puts their feet next to their ears), while lying on their back. The penetrating partner then holds the receiving partner tightly around each instep or ankle and lies on the receiving partner full-length. A variation is to have the receiving partner cross their ankles on their stomach, knees to shoulders, and then have the penetrating partner lie on the receiving partner’s crossed ankles with their full weight.

So, each week, I’m going to watch a movie and give you one video (less than 1 minute) to sum it up. Ready?

This week is “Universal Soldier: The Return“.

Reason why film was watched:
Because it came in a two-pack I bought at Walmart. US:TR and Resident Evil: Apocalypse. And I bought that like two weeks after it came out. So it’s been sitting in my library, and is only one of two movies of all the ones I own that I have not watched.

1 Video Sum Up:

Do I have any fellow MeFites here? I want to ask a question pertaining to balcony gardens but I have like 5 days until my next question. Can I borrow your question?

When one is embarking on a probably-lifelong adventure to find and fun herself, one must be open to signs. One must be open to taking notes.

READ:

“Things that make me happy”

- not working at Job A
- working at Job B
- having enough money to pay my bills (this incurs “The dance of capitalist superiority“)
- Warcraft
- sleeping in
- Movies
- Writing
- McDonald’s cheeseburgers, ketchup and onions only
- my kids
- my computers
- being able to walk around naked in my own apartment
- my boyfriend, when he actually shows up when he says he will
- chocolate ice cream
- the idea of learning new things
- the idea of learning some sort of stylized fighting or swordplay
- being a superhero, ala Iron Man (okay omfg plez go see that, mmkay?)
- reading
- hanging out with Rynie and Chee
- Cleaning (in a very cathartic sort of way)

Okay, so that’s pretty much everything that makes me happy. No, wait!

- pretty heels
- pretty lingerie
- gorgeous bras
- finding that I’ve lost 4lbs over the course of the day.

So now that we’ve established that I’m definitely a, er, female (or at least a somewhat petite drag queen), we can move on. Normally, I would construct a large graph to showcase the amount of “like” that is proportionate to each item, but that’s just a bit too geeky for me right now, especially at 10am CST.

Let’s go down the list, shall we?

- not working at Job A
Obviously, this is key. When you work 80 hours a week, you do get burnout because all you’re fucking doing IS working. Ideally, i would quit this job. However, the longer I put up with it, the more cash I will have in my savings. And who knows, if I keep getting yelled at on a weekly-if-not-daily basis, I’ll end up quitting over the summer. But hopefully not before I’ve saved cash. Because while I do make enough at Job B to support myself, it’s only just enough - no extra for shopping or even saving.

- working at Job B
I love my design job. I can work from home, in my damn pjs, or even naked if I wanted to. My boss is awesome and doesn’t talk down to me. He’s very patient with me. Plus, uh, hello, I work for a Warcraft website!! How awesome is that?!?

- having enough money to pay my bills (this incurs “The dance of capitalist superiority“)
Uh, duh. See “not working at Job A” above.

- Warcraft
Warcraft allows me to escape from my 80 hr work weeks. But I can’t play a lot anymore because of, uh, working 80 hours.

- sleeping in
Because, hello, see #1 up there.

- Movies
Escapism.

- Writing
See above.

- McDonald’s cheeseburgers, ketchup and onions only
This is a throwback. I rarely got to eat McDonald’s as a kid because of finances and a bitchy mother, bent on making life horrible, so i now eat them whenever I want. of course, that usually means only once every other month or so. It’s an acquired taste.

- my kids
I cannot express strong enough words to make you understand how much I love my zoo. It’s a sore spot with Chee, what with his constant “why don’t you give them away?” bullshit. These are my children. I will always have them. Look, if I’m giving up my animals because of some lame reason like “my boyfriend obviously forgot that I had them when he was pursuing me and now wants me to get rid of them and then get another dog several years down the line”, then what’s next? Giving up our real kids to the state? “Yeah, sorry, babe. Jack and Ella were pissing me off with their whining. And you weren’t here to deal with it so… I just called CPS to come pick them up. Oh, don’t worry. We’ll have another in a few years or so. But only a quiet one, okay?” Back to my kids: I am seriously in love with them. Yes, I bitch about them, but I understand why they bitch. They rarely see me anymore, and when they do, they’re stuck to my side like glue. Always wanting to be held and petted. They make me so blissfully happy. Even Kitty, who’s laying on my chest right now as I type this. I love them all.

- my computers
Computers are to Mia like sunshine is to a flower. Not only do i use them for work, I love using them for play. Computer games, design, general surfing of the net. Eight years ago, i would have never predicted that I’d love my computer as much as I do. I feel like a stalker.

- being able to walk around naked in my own apartment
The freedom to eat what I want, when I want. To listen to whatever I want. To watch whatever I want. My freedom is important to me. I dont have to answer any “why’s”.

- my boyfriend, when he actually shows up when he says he will
Yes, aside from all of the bullshit, he is a great guy and I do love him. Not in an obsessive kind of way, mind you. But in a “I never thought I’d fit with anyone this way” way. We make sense.

- chocolate ice cream
Again, a McDonald’s kind of thing. Now that I can have it whenever I want, I only want it maybe once a month.

- the idea of learning new things
I like learning about new things. Granted, I don’t retain any of it. Maybe that’s why I love learning.

- the idea of learning some sort of stylized fighting or swordplay
Dude, you cannot watch Enter The Dragon and tell me you DONT want to learn how to do that?!?

- the idea of being a superhero, ala Iron Man (okay omfg plez go see that, mmkay?)
Who doesn’t want to be fucking Iron Man? Shit, I’d just settle for being Tony Stark.

- reading

Nuff Said.

- hanging out with Rynie and Chee
And it’s true. As lonery as I am, I do love hanging out with two of my three best friends. If Lola lived out here, I’d totally be at her house now, hanging by the pool and waiting for the cabana boy to bring me my margarita.

- Cleaning (in a very cathartic sort of way)
Cleanliness is next to Godliness. or something. I just like everything being in order. I guess it’s because my head is in such a state most of the time.

- pretty heels
Nuff said.

- pretty lingerie
Nuff said.

- gorgeous bras
Nuff said.

- finding that I’ve lost 4lbs over the course of the day.
Nuff said.

So basically, I suppose I’m saying that I like mundane things and I need to knock some stuff off of the list or add some stuff in order to find what exactly can/will make me happy.

Question is: What are two things that mia likes to have one right after the other?

You know who I am in love with? Like, omfg in love with?

Kevin. Fucking. ROSE.

……. I KNOW.

(OBVIOUSLY he’s the hottie in the Dogster shirt. See! That means he’d love me! If he loves dogs, he’ll love me. BECAUSE I HAVE THREE DOGS OMFG! ITS LIKE GOD IS GIVING US HIS BLESSING!)

And you know who brought him up? CLINTUS MAFUCKING GINTUS! Ugh! Geek love begets geek love!

(shockingly, i originally typed “greek love”. and i’m down with that, too. but only with K.Rose. no one else gets in The Stink but him.)

Ever since the first time I saw him - Kevin, not Clintus - on SCREENSAVERS waaaay back on TechTV… That’s how loyal a K.Rose fan I am. I don’t just love him. I don’t just heart him.

I less than 3 him. My less-than-3 for him is so strong, it’s actually morphed into less than seven.

I was such a hardcore Kevin Fan that I even watched the first year or so of Diggnation and personal drama interfered with the plot to kidnap K.Rose and make him my monkey sex slave….

… not that I have monkeys that he can have sex with. That’s not what I meant. But you feel me, don’t you?

K.Rose is DEFINITELY my #1 geek love*. My geek foursome du jour?

- K. Rose
- Clintus
- Alex Albrecht**

And just how fucking awesome is it that my geek love knows my Geek Love???? That’s the Fates right there, bb. They’re watching and moving the chess pieces. One day, Kevin. Oh yes, one day you shall be in my bed wearing pink panties and sporting enough wood to make a porn star jealous.

Oh yes.

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*my uberlove for his cohost, Alex Albrecht, is so stellar that it doesn’t even rank on a chart. Please don’t tell Kevin. I don’t want to crush his dreams.

**shhhhh. no werdz bb. no werdz.

WHY DOESN’T WORDPRESS EXPORT? WHY? I’VE TRIED THE REGULAR WAY AND I’VE TRIED THIS LINK http://technosailor.com/2006/07/05/wordpress-to-wordpress-import/ AND I’M SO PISSED OFF I CAN’T EVEN LINK THAT LINK FOR YOU - THAT’S HOW PISSED I AM

I JUST WANT TO EXPORT THIS BLOG TO THE NEW ONE

WHY WONT IT WORK

WHY IS EVERYTHING THIS FUCKING HARD WHY CAN’T SOMETHING JUST FUCKING WORK THE WAY IT FUCKING SHOULD

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Life for The Mia has become increasingly… tiring. Very. What, with working 80 hours a week, sleeping 6 hours a day and doing household chores and trying to relax in the few hours left, I have… er… no time left. Simple things take forever because i attempt to accomplish them while groggy. I try to stay up until midnight to get some free time in, and then I bonk out and totally space. The next thing I know, two hours have passed, nothing’s been done and i should have been in bed an hour ago.

“My dad always said that there’s 24 usable hours in every day” is a quote from one of my favorite movies. But there honestly is NOT. Daytime has blurred with nighttime. Reality with internet. Confusion has set in and the inmates are restless. Half the time I don’t realize where i am or what I need to be doing. Obviously, this implies a psychiatric stay is called for. However, I am not the hospital time. No, we won’t be visiting any sanitariums anytime soon.

I tend to daydream a lot now. Almost what it was before I didn’t have a “real” job. I’m trying to channel it into writing, and what I have written is good, i think. But can always be better. Book? No. I’m too shy for that. But maybe a serial blog for it one day. Just not today.

New blog has been ready for quite some time, but a lot of DNS issues going on. steventylerpjs has flushed our server a few times in a vain attempt to get it copacetic. But no such luck. Oh well, that gives me more time to make sure it doesn’t fuck up. Besides, I’m having a helluva time trying to export the entries from here and import them there. Ive used a few tutorials but no dice. All I get is an empty XML page. And uh, starting a brand new blog at this point in my life is ricockulous. Eight years of blogging down the drain. Not that I’ve said anything rather vital by this point. But I don’t keep up anything for 8 days, much less 8 years.

I suppose it’s because I liken myself to be rather important, whereas I am exceedingly not. I am not a billionaire, a millionaire, a thousandaire and have only recently become a hundredaire. I am not exceptionally beautiful or quick-witted or helpful or kind or courteous. I’m not famous by any means, and when you get right down to it, I really have nothing to say except a bunch of words that say I have nothing to say. I lust for my life to be more exciting and adventurous, and the fact that this is occurring to me at the somewhat young age of 28 is disheartening. I’m not sure if this is my quarterlife crisis in action or if the QLC is just a great big fake Louis Vuitton that socialite wannabes carry around so they fit in with the status quo. “if there’s nothing wrong with me, i’m not cool! i’ll never be accepted! i’m important, too!”

No offense to any of my great big fake Louis Vuitton-carrying friends.

How does one convert one’s life from nonexistent to full and rich, bursting with more flavor than a grande half caf soy Mocha Caramel Machiatto, hold the foam?

That’s what I’m going to find out. Stay tuned.

While I’m waiting for this transfer to be complete, I’ll answer any question you ask. Seriously. Just ask.

Have you noticed that things come in waves?

I’ve noticed this. When I pick up a quarter on the street, I’ll end up getting a $20 rebate check from a cell phone I bought last year but the company somehow didn’t send it until now, a free book someone from work gave me turns out to be worth $200 on ebay, my boyfriend will drop a $50 in my account just because and I’ll end up getting a bonus at work.

Things come in waves.

I also have a “6 rule” that close friends are aware of. People I haven’t spoken to in ions will randomly come back into my life after a series of 6’s. 6 weeks, 6 months… doesn’t matter. Somehow, a 6 figures into it.

Currently? I’ve got BOTH going on - “6 rule” AND waves. Newly reintroduced: CFed (posted on the SIXteenth of September, 2000 and SIX), Longhorn (last spoke to him 18 months - or 3 6’s ago), Subby (six months and 1 year ago) and Weast (six months ago).

Looking over my archives to find their references, the best reference that stuck out?

cfed: If we had met I don’t think I’d feel this way or even suggest such a thing but since that’s not gonna happen for a long time…………
cfed: this would probably be the best thing wouldn’t you say?
mia: well since my email from last night was basically ending our “whatever you wanna call it”, then yes I’d say this is similar to what you’re suggesting.
cfed: That way you won’t want to kill me before you ever meet me.
mia: oh, don’t worry - a small space in my heart will always be reserved for wanting to kill you.

God. I’m so goddamn witty, it’s SICK.

Oh, and don’t worry. Nothing at ALL romantical or lusty loins about it. The 6 Rule is simply fact - it always happens. It’s sickening. Bleh.

Beeker, ilu.

I’m typing to you from a pink laptop. Pink for girls.

Why do I have a pink laptop, you ask? Oh, because my boyfriend felt the need to suck up. He’s been very (_fill_in_the_blank_) and with his mother still here…

… mmm hmmm…

I’m almost at my wit’s end about that, but anyhoo, instead of me spending countless dollars to upgrade my old laptop that isn’t even close to being paid off anytime in the next century, my boyfriend bought me a pink laptop. Thus, instead of spending my first free check ever (meaning: absolutely no bills need to come out of it because I’m finally truly paid off, period) on repairing the laptop enough to take to work, I can now just… work. And buy a desk so I don’t have to keep sitting on the floor like I am now.

It also means that I can throw cash toward what I owe for it to make good on the debt, instead of being pissy about paying for a laptop that has been pissy with me for the last ever. YAY! WE LOVE LESS DEBT!!! IT MAKES US HAPPY IN THE PANTZ!

~*grown up dance*~

So while I’ve been working on the desktop (yes, still on the crappy desktop, too) at my second job, I can spend the last 2 days downloading WoW - technically, 12 hours total from download start to the time I was able to actually play the game, but broken up into two days.

I told my coworker today that if I get yelled at one more time for a Menopause reason, I’m walking out. I’m so over it. I devote too much effort to the job that pays me the least and costs me the most ($45+ weekly in gas, plus $5-10 daily in food).

Basically, with that shit and taxes taken out, I’m making about $5.75 an hour.

Yes, I’d love to quit. But I want to save a few paychecks and pay off some debt before I do that. I like the idea that I don’t worry where my money is coming from, because, OH YEAH it’ll be here on Friday.

My boyfriend’s coming over and will be eating me out. OMFG SCOREZ!!!1 Not that it’s been forever since that’s happened, but…. OMFG ITS BEEN FOREVA SINCE DAT HAPPEND!

Baby news: As of 715pm this night, I am still not pregnant. But my brother’s girlfriend still is. Baby’s due on the 27th (his girlfriend: “ohmahgah its fayt cuz yo bruthaz birfday is ON da twennysem! it’s laik Gawd is blessin us” - read: I didn’t just make that up. She REALLY talks like a White Trash Scarlett O’Hara), and she graduates from HIGH SCHOOL on the 15th.

Yes, she’s 17. My brother is 21. *sigh*

So, she decides she’s tired of being pregnant, so she’s getting induced on the 17th. Check it: she graduates the night of the 15th. Checking into the hospital the night of the 16th, and getting induced at 5am on the 17th. Why? “I’m jes so tahrd o’ bein’ dis bi-ug. It’s laik I waaay two hunnerd POWundz, Meeee-uh.”

God. Go back to fucking SCHOOL and learn to goddamn speak. My god. I’m so fucking embarrassed by them.

Oh, and I’m sure her major motivation for inducing would be the fact that she’d live RENT FREE with my mother. Not that my mother doesn’t deserve that, the welcher. But still.

And on top of it all, she’s all “I thank I wont a natrul birf - I dont wanna hurt dat baaay-bee.” Then follows it up with “I’m jes so tahrd o’ bein’ dis bi-ug. It’s laik I waaay two hunnerd POWundz, Meeee-uh.”

I’ll let you think on that, peoples.

So yeah. That’s my life right now. Boyfriends giving me up for mothers, working for a menopausal man, babies making babies. I said goddamn, I need a drink.

Can a CSS/template inclined friend please email me? I need some assistance understanding something I’m having to do for work.

I really do. The songs are awesome, even the Miley remix that’s workin’.

TURN IT UP AND CUBE DANCE, BITCHES!!!

edit: check out what I found!!!

SUCK IT, MANDY AND MILEY!!!!