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veeveemarie
21 September 2010 @ 11:33 pm
...Those cards with the attractive and scantily clad male or female promising to show a little more when you (the birthday guy or gal) open the card. But when you open it you only see an obese 60 year old, who looks like they smoked 3 packs a day for those 60 years, stuffed into a pair of daisy dukes. These are not funny. Please stop or it will progress to this:

 
 
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veeveemarie
21 March 2010 @ 05:38 pm
I just saw my first commercial that said, "Academy Award Winner: Sandra Bullock".

Jesus.
 
 
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veeveemarie
01 March 2010 @ 12:05 am
I don't know what I did to warrant such an awesome birthday, but I made out like a bandit this year. I should probably thank Brooke for getting such large ticket items like a Mac Book and a Coach purse for her birthday.

Birthday Swag:
Wooden dinosaur named Pete



12 megapixel camera (it's purple!)


Reebok Easy tones that say "JRock" on them (awesome!)


Cupcake caddy with bags, dyes, tips, and how to books


A copious amount of DVDs


Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys, and Smoke and Mirrors
Martha Stewart's gourmet cupcake book
Pearl necklace (not that kind, a real one!)
Cadbury Creme Eggs
Dinner at Genghis Grill
And a lot of awesome friends at the bar on Saturday

I somehow managed to get 4 birthday cards from my mom alone. People, cards are unnecessary unless you need to jazz up a check or gift card, or send something via snail mail. My mom spent about $20 in cards. Um... next time mom, just give me $20.

Other than an abundance of cards, it was a kick ass birthday! Let's do it again next year.

Huzzah!
 
 
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veeveemarie
26 February 2010 @ 01:12 pm
I'm so glad Livejournal reminded me that my birthday is coming up. I almost forgot!


 
 
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veeveemarie
25 February 2010 @ 01:38 am
It seems like the past few years have flown by and I have nothing to show for them. So I've decided to make this year count. Instead of a "new years resolution" I'm going to make a list of goals. From the mundane to the extraordinary. They are as follows...

Genevieve's Goals for 2010 (Subject to additions)

1. Re-learn the hula hoop: Haven't done this since I was a child. I wonder if it's like riding a bike?
2. Make all A's in school: So far, so good.
3. No traffic tickets: Gotta slow down.
4. Sing karaoke at least once: Alcoholic content required.
5. Move up to Hard on Guitar Hero/Rockband: Not the most exciting goal, but I should have made this switch a year ago.
6. Get my kitty allergies under control: Time for shots!
7. Lose weight before summer: Well, duh. My work is cut out for me.
8. Wear contact lenses at least once: Fuck glasses. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them!
9. Go on a vacation that doesn't include family: Last year I went on 3 trips and ALL of them included family. That's not a real vacation.
10. Have 3 new photo shoots: With or without persons. Time to go on a walk and see what we can see.
11. Make 50% of the cupcakes in my Hello Cupcake! book: Might conflict with #7. ¬.¬
12. Make 4 new original t-shirts: A&J Fest to be the first one of the year!
13. Make my much awaited Halo parody project and actually put it on YouTube: I need the Mulkeys, STAT.


Well, that's all I got for now. I'm sure I'll think of more oddities to add to the list when I'm drunk. So one of yous with the iPhone stay near me so I can update.
 
 
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veeveemarie
08 February 2010 @ 02:19 pm
So, my Monday morning at Candy Haven was a little more exciting than usual.

I get to work and my co-workers are discussing the possibility of the Mexican Mafia calling. I figured they just wanted a cake or something, but just to be certain, I ask.

Apparently one of our co-workers has a new girlfriend. Her ex-boyfriend was so distraught by the severance that he decided he couldn't live without her. So, naturally, he shot himself in the face. Turns out he's a horrible shot, which is amazing at such a close range. So he's in the hospital or something trying to recover from a broken heart and face.

This guy, of course, blames my co-worker for all that has befallen him. So his friends (who claim to be the Mexican Mafia) concur that my co-worker is indeed to blame for everything, and decide to take their, his revenge. They find out where my co-worker works (and not where he lives), and proceed to call Candy Haven and ask for him. They had apparently been calling for the past couple of days.

The Mexican Mafia is nothing if not thorough, so they called again this morning. Since he was not a work and was in fact home we told them, "He's not here right now". Well, they didn't like that. Shortly after our response they decided to threaten us if we didn't put him on the phone. Once we finally convinced them that he wasn't at work, they told us they were going to wait for him to show up. Then the proceeded to explain how little they cared if we called the police or get this, decided to "trace the call" because they would just "throw the phone away".

Damn, those guys are sharp! Before I could get a location on the target using our cake batter and chocolate truffles, they hung up. So close! Just another 10 seconds of looking out our damn window at their car, which they said were going to be out front waiting, and I would have had them! What a bunch of yahoos.

So we locked our doors and called the police. At one point in the conversation a co-worker of mine had with them they told her that they "didn't want to come in and do what they were about to do". Now that, we take seriously.

Since this has been going on for a few days, my co-worker had already filed a case against them and now harassment at work is going to be added. We have patrols driving by every hour.

Sigh... I don't get paid enough for this shit.
 
 
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veeveemarie
13 January 2010 @ 09:29 pm
Dear Diary,

Jackpot.


 
 
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veeveemarie
11 January 2010 @ 04:25 pm
'kay  
G-talk conversation with pezking124

Andrew: okay


Genevieve: okay!


Andrew: okay!!!


Genevieve: OKAY!!!!


Andrew: OKAY!!!!!!!!


Genevieve: ok


Andrew: k
 
 
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veeveemarie
08 January 2010 @ 08:58 pm
Naw, it's cool. I love sitting around waiting on you for two hours.
 
 
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veeveemarie
08 January 2010 @ 12:36 pm
Okay, I know it's none of my business, but I just have to say this: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

You're so much smarter than this! I know it was different before, and I know you got totally fucked over, but shouldn't that have been your lesson? Why are you a glutton for punishment? We all know how this is going to end... including yourself. But you just power through anyway. Sigh... Remember me? Your friend? I sure do miss those days.

I'm sorry that I don't lead you on with false promises, and crazy mood swings, too... maybe then you'd hang out with me. You know you've been pretty shitty lately. I'm not a demanding friend, by any means. But this is getting ridiculous. You know she's crazy, right? You know she's only leading you along when ever she feels like it.

She just wants attention. Period! If she can't get it from someone she really wants, then she has backup attention givers. That means you. Yes, you're on reserve. You're not the main course, you never were. That's why she constantly pushes you away after calling and sweet talking you. She had her fill of attention from you, now she wants it from someone else. Someone she really wants.

I won't even point out her many character flaws, including the spreading of vicious rumors of completely innocent people. So quit acting like she's faultless. She's the one who should feel guilty about all this shit. She's really fucked around with people. But "she's so innocent, she can't handle all this drama..." Bull-fucking-shit! She's the one to blame on all that has befallen her, and laying the blame on other people is just going to get her into trouble. I have half a mind to slap her the next time I see her. I will not be her scapegoat!

She's officially a crazy ass bitch, yet you remain her loyal servant. That's what you are. Her servant. That is your place in her world. I guess if it makes you happy, then go for it. But we both know it doesn't because you want something more. Well, I'm here to say in black and white that it will never happen. You are wasting your time and energy, and you're pissing people off. Namely, me.

Sigh... I'm done now. I miss you. You're an idiot.
 
 
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