What's Going On...

Oh look. My pictures decided to make a come back. Ranchoweb is so retarded.

I am currently in love with the new Keisha Cole song. While, she will NEVER be the new Queen of Hip-Hop Soul (there is ONLY one), she will be a high contender.

So in more Why-The Fuck-Do-I-Still-Work-There Hell Spot News, the other day they FINALLY put the smack down on internet use in the boardroom. I got my nice little notice telling me I am on written warning for 1 year and what site I was busted for: NBA.com. Yeah, I was looking at the Suns score. Who cares? I ALWAYS make sure I get my shit done. So today in order to prevent "employees" (read me & 2 other sports fan co-workers) from looking at the scores, not only did NBA.com get blocked, they blocked ALL SPORT related websites. ESPN, SUNS.com, FOXSports, and every other sport site known to man. WHAT THE FUCK!?!? What the hell I am I suppose to do now? Do they NOT KNOW the playoffs start in 4 weeks? Fuck. All a girl wants to do is root for her team. Why do people gotta fuck with that? They also blocked MySpace which ALOT of people were pissed about too. Whatever though. I am going to get all of my days off, go see Fab, and I'll put my notice in when I come back.

So cleaning up the other day in the hallway (where my room is currently taking over) the parentals found a picture of the Backstreet Boys I had cut out from some magazine. It's kinda faded and bent up and really ratty looking. But they thought I might still want it. So instead of putting it with the other pile of papers by my door they stuck it up on the refridgerator. Normally, I would take it down but since it's the one that was used on the cover of Rolling Stone, I just decided to leave it. Because really now. Who doesn't love the Backstreet Boys on their fridge? Not this girl! Also, I just had to leave it up because it's a constant reminder that I told Brian Latrell that it was a hot picture damnit. Not familiar with that pic? Well here it is (complete with autograph!)

I really hate Lil' Rob. And Bubba Sparxxx.

So I got my raise. Finally. 2 1/2 FUCKING months later. Not what I was hoping for either. Yeah it was the MOST I could get possible but come the fuck on. I got 105% out of 100%. That should have got me more but it didn't. 10% is not enough in my eyes.

Last Friday Cristina and me skipped out on work and decided to partake in the national pastime: baseball!! (Well it's my regular day off but they wanted me to come in. Uhh...hell no.) Anyways. This just wasn't regular baseball either. This was Team AMERICA in the World Baseball Classic. The best of the best representing this fine land. And most importantly: all of Shana's FINE ASS baseball boyfriends on ONE team. Oh yeah. Griffey Jr., A-Rod, and Jeter. It was like a dream. One fine ass sexy men in tight pants running around getting all sweaty while beatin' up on the rest of the world dream!! It was so fabulous. Not just because ALL of my boyfriends hit homers (and one that sailed just 6 feet above our heads right as we got there) but because we GROUNDED the poor teenage South African team 17-0. It was a great game. And the weather was awesome. Windy as hell but sunny and just perfect. And oh my there were hella cute men in the crowd too. Now in order keep this memory happy for me we won't mention how they got their asses beat by Mexico this weekend . Nope. Not at all.

OK off to go watch General Hospital because that and Scrubs makes the queen happy after a SHITTY day.


	March 21, 2006 at 12:26 a.m. Oh look. My pictures decided to make a come back. Ranchoweb is so retarded. I am currently in love with the new Keisha Cole song. While, she will NEVER be the new Queen of Hip-Hop Soul (there is ONLY one), she will be a high contender. So in more Why-The Fuck-Do-I-Still-Work-There Hell Spot News, the other day they FINALLY put the smack down on internet use in the boardroom. I got my nice little notice telling me I am on written warning for 1 year and what site I was busted for: NBA.com. Yeah, I was looking at the Suns score. Who cares? I ALWAYS make sure I get my shit done. So today in order to prevent "employees" (read me & 2 other sports fan co-workers) from looking at the scores, not only did NBA.com get blocked, they blocked ALL SPORT related websites. ESPN, SUNS.com, FOXSports, and every other sport site known to man. WHAT THE FUCK!?!? What the hell I am I suppose to do now? Do they NOT KNOW the playoffs start in 4 weeks? Fuck. All a girl wants to do is root for her team. Why do people gotta fuck with that? They also blocked MySpace which ALOT of people were pissed about too. Whatever though. I am going to get all of my days off, go see Fab, and I'll put my notice in when I come back. So cleaning up the other day in the hallway (where my room is currently taking over) the parentals found a picture of the Backstreet Boys I had cut out from some magazine. It's kinda faded and bent up and really ratty looking. But they thought I might still want it. So instead of putting it with the other pile of papers by my door they stuck it up on the refridgerator. Normally, I would take it down but since it's the one that was used on the cover of Rolling Stone, I just decided to leave it. Because really now. Who doesn't love the Backstreet Boys on their fridge? Not this girl! Also, I just had to leave it up because it's a constant reminder that I told Brian Latrell that it was a hot picture damnit. Not familiar with that pic? Well here it is (complete with autograph!) I really hate Lil' Rob. And Bubba Sparxxx. So I got my raise. Finally. 2 1/2 FUCKING months later. Not what I was hoping for either. Yeah it was the MOST I could get possible but come the fuck on. I got 105% out of 100%. That should have got me more but it didn't. 10% is not enough in my eyes. Last Friday Cristina and me skipped out on work and decided to partake in the national pastime: baseball!! (Well it's my regular day off but they wanted me to come in. Uhh...hell no.) Anyways. This just wasn't regular baseball either. This was Team AMERICA in the World Baseball Classic. The best of the best representing this fine land. And most importantly: all of Shana's FINE ASS baseball boyfriends on ONE team. Oh yeah. Griffey Jr., A-Rod, and Jeter. It was like a dream. One fine ass sexy men in tight pants running around getting all sweaty while beatin' up on the rest of the world dream!! It was so fabulous. Not just because ALL of my boyfriends hit homers (and one that sailed just 6 feet above our heads right as we got there) but because we GROUNDED the poor teenage South African team 17-0. It was a great game. And the weather was awesome. Windy as hell but sunny and just perfect. And oh my there were hella cute men in the crowd too. Now in order keep this memory happy for me we won't mention how they got their asses beat by Mexico this weekend . Nope. Not at all. OK off to go watch General Hospital because that and Scrubs makes the queen happy after a SHITTY day.