About friends

So I wanted to dedicate an entry for my beloved friends for a while now and finally, the right time came. I might not have tones of friends and they are at every point of the world, except here BUT like they say 'less is more sometimes' and even if they aren't here they help me through these terrible days.
For example, there's Andi. That girl is f*cking awesome. She's such a sweetheart, I'd like to just hug her to death :LOL: She's planning her wedding, also her first baby and even in that chaos she helped me out without making me feel bad. She sent me her computer, spent a day with erasing its memory then installing all the programs etc. I couldn't be more grateful for her. She saved my life with it, or at least I still have electricity in the house. (I managed to get some money from selling my stuff on the net.)
Then there's my fave reader ever. (and her hell kitten, wouldn't be nice to forget about him) She's the best ever, even if we root for different teams in every kind of sport. I still haven't got over her statement about Dallas Cowboys... The girl supports all the wrong teams but I love her anyway, nobody can be perfect :P
I wouldn't forget about my fellow SPN fanatic Josi. I love her, even if she doesn't want to give me Jensen Ackles what is quite selfish given she finally got a man!!! Ha, I was so glad when she told about it. And hey, I might visite her one day when I get enough money, bank robbery seems like a popular and good idea. Maybe I'll just call Jason Statham to help me out with this bank story.
And the "Nikis". They can be tiring and sometimes I need huge self control not to shake them but I love both women. Niki1 gives me a place to stay without asking for it in case if anything happens (but I hope nothing will happen and I won't have to move to the UK). And Niki2... Damn, the girl is fantastic. She brings food, cigarette and helps with anything and everything, I barely believe anybody could ask for more. Poor baby, I felt so sorry for her when last week she drank almost a whole bottle of Jager, saying she wouldn't get sick of that. Turned out she was wrong.
Jorge is my exact opposite. He's my positive bubble. Anytime I feel down, I just tell him and he's got a way to see the good in every fucked up situation. What is even more amazing that he doesn't do it in the annoying self help yoga crap way. He's simply the cutest guy ever, even if he's a Barca fan. I forgive him because he's Catalan. I hope he will get in the NBA one day, he deserves it so much.
Last but not least, there's my fave Smartbutt man ever, the Tiger (and not the Bear, hehe) Justin!!! Nobody uses sarcasm in such an amazing way as my boy, except me of course. I swear I would marry him if he didn't live in the US. Not that he didn't offer to get me a ticket and move in with him. I'm kind of worried about him though. I haven't heard about Jay ever since he moved to Springfield. When we last talked he was in a motel room, stucked in the snow and it's just so not him not giving a sign of life for such a long time. I'd like to believe it's only because of his new job and nothing happened to him :sighs:
I guess that's all for now. Gotta sleep because boss will get my head off if I'm not youthful and fresh (his words, not mine).

Let me hit somebody or get me a punch bag

After such a terrible day like this, I'm amazingly fine. Actually, I'm in a pretty good mood. Probably, because I acted like a real bitch with a dude but he got on my nerves.
The day started with my boss blaming me for a mistake what !!!HE!!! did. He erased an appointment from the calander and because of that we should have been two places at once. I told him, man, that was you, not me but he didn't let it go and said it was my fault and I just wanted to kick him. The dude is totally bipolar. He drives me nuts. Once he says, bring in new built flats then when I do he says "oh, we can't do anything with those", urgh!!! Most of the days I "pray" (not literally, of course) that he would fire me and I feel terrible about it because millions of people could kill for a job and I whine that I wanna quit. I'm a horrible person. So I'm actually feel terrible about how terrible I am :LOL:
Oh, just came to my mind. I saw a guy on the bus and I swear, he looked like Ryan Philippe. Damn, those lips... Wow, now that's something I'd call kissable. I needed every ounce of my self control not to jump on him, hehe.

Just a few words

Let's see what I can say in only a few words. My boss is an idiot but I do feel very sorry for him. He's a good guy but let's face it, not the leader type. Anyway there's a chance I'll get fired, ha, yup, that fast. Things doesn't go too well for the office. Whatever, I'll find something else. I can't do more than I do. I mean, I work my ass off, even he admitted it wasn't my fault that i didn't find more f*cking infos.
I almost laughed into his face when he said he didn't want to threaten me with firing me. Well, guess what buddy, you can not threaten me. My Dad is in jail and my whole family depends on me, so come on, do you seriously think you can scare me? Of course, I didn't say any of those but was nice to imagine :D
Oh, and I saw a naked guy, that was darn funny. Poor guy was emberassingly emberassed :LOL:

Last month

Where should I start? :sigh: The last month was one of the worst times in my life. I've had to deal with so much stuff that I'm surprised I haven't gone crazy entirely. I thought a lot about if I should share, or not what happened with my family and me, in the end I chose yes.
It's very hard to talk about this... My Dad got into jail, he's under custody even though, he's innocent. Don't even want me to start talking about his so called "friends", they are all disgusting. I always knew Dad couldn't choose his friends very well but there were some men I thought we could count on if something happened, well, turned out I was wrong. And lawyers... Sweet Lord, those are all evil people, I don't even wanna talk about them.
The problem (other than my Dad is in jail) that we haven't got any money, I mean we are on zero. It helps a little that I found a job (I'll write about this later) but it's not enough. We have to pay the house and all the other bills from that and it's obviously not enough.
The job... I work at a real estate agency and it's terrible. I literally became a canvasser. I'm sick of myself and surely, it's my fault, if only I haven't got such high morals, pff... Well, at least they pay something. I work 10-12 hours a day, running around in my zone (yeah, we've got zones, isn't it sweet?), knocking on people's doors, then back to the office and call all the people in our database. I believe this guerilla tactics scare people away but that's how this agency works so I gotta do what I gotta do.
I didn't cry about in 6 years, now it seems like I've got so much tears I will never run out of them. I cry silently, histerically because of my Dad, because I hate my life, because I meet a sweet baby, oh, yep, even for that. I'm ridicolous. My nerves are so thin, I don't even know how I am still on my feet. I've got a panick attack (or it was something like that) at a public place, I cried and cried and I felt like I would suffocate, I couldn't breath. God, was that scary...
That's all for now. I try to write notes about the people I meet because human kind is the weirdest thing in the universe.