Guess who found 6 pristine Ren and Stimpy comics at the D.I. this morn?

I'm so excited. One of them even has Powdered Toast Man on the front.

So the entire month of October has pretty much sucked for the most part. ONE thing after ANOTHER keeps HAPPENING and now I can't help but wait for the other shoe to drop.

Rabid husband.
Kelly dies.
Dad diagnosed w/prostate cancer.

Speaking of rabid husband, I woke up the other night to Scott, fully clothed, crawling around on the floor. My immediate thought was
"Holy shit.........is he rabid?"
I was horrified. I asked him what he was doing and he just hung his head while he laughed, and then hopped up and ran out of the room. I'm thinking there was some crack in his rockstar. But who knows.

Work has been pretty shitty lately too. I've worked graves for almost a year (decemberrrrrrr) and it's catching up to me. I can't live a normal life. Working the hours that your body wants to sleep thru 5 days a week takes a serious ammount of energy to stave off.
Okay. Time for sleep. Still got love for the streets.
who wants to go to bed with their makeup on?
I do.


Here's to thinking this month couldn't get any worse...

One of my coworkers died this last saturday. He was a crisis worker that worked on call graves-so I saw him a lot since people decide to be suicidal between the hours of 10 pm to 6 am. He was one of the kindest, funniest, most sincere, genuine people I've ever met in my life. He had stunningly blue eyes that penetrated any defenses you had set up. He had twin sons on missions and a 1o year old girl. He died from complications (most likely threw a clot) from a neck surgery. I'd love to find out who did it.
Scott is, as we speak, getting the 2nd out of 5 or 6 rabies vaccines.
Yeah. Rabies.
There were way too many coincidences and he found two little dots on his leg that COULD be bite marks but could be a number of other things, but since I love him so much and he loves himself so much we decided to go ahead with the vaccination. T-Minus $5000 (at least) and counting. Yikes.
Love my life. Could be worse right?
So, I bid you adieu,
Kelly Wall,
and will miss paging you once you've gone home for the night.




So I must've been on something crazy last night because I had a dream that I was being chased around by a serial killer in my parents neighborhood. To make it worse and way more intense than it already freakin was, the serial killer was GARY BUSEY.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I was horrified. Ever since I was a little kid, and I've had dreams that I'm not cool with, I've been able to realize that I was in a dram and wake myself up (one time I brought my hand up to my eye and opened my eyelid). Aaaaaand it doesn't sound believable but it is. So shhh.

So I took Annie home yesterday and saw little Alex for the first time and holy shit that kid is gorgeous. HUGE beautiful brown eyes and teeth just like every other Campbell had when they were a kid.

SO cute. I'm so glad they're home so they can get all settled in and get him into the flow of a normal life.

Well anyway, not much else to say other than I fell asleep around 5 this morning and woke up about 45 minutes ago.
So I'm gonna go do something productive like refresh the paint on my toenails.