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[02/24/10] |
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I'm so hungry right now. Driving around in the ambulance, my partner is refusing to stop to pick up food. She's not hungry, she's being annoying. She's driving. So. I'm at her mercy. I might have to knock her over the back of the head and take over the ambulance, though. Because she's going to make me starve! Not cool. I don't wanna starve. I want to eat some foods.
I don't know, haha. I'm just talking randomly right now. Aside from getting food, I'm excited to get of shift at midnight, and then go home and sleep. I'm off for the entire day tomorrow, I don't know what to do with myself. Sleep, of course. Lots and lots of sleeping. I'm sure Mandi's gonna come in at some point and wake me up, but until then? Sleep. Maybe go see my niece. And then, of course, my sister. Since I have to see her when I see my niece. LOL. KIDDING, Laur. Of course.
Sigh. 4pm. 8 more hours, and then I can go home and sleep.
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| HALLELUJAH. |
[12/09/09] |
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Okay, so ... I finally got my casts off. I'm finally MOBILE again, and I don't have to hobble around on crutches or in that stupid wheelchair anymore ... I'm finally me again. THANK GOD. I'm so done with that shit, I hate casts. I hate anything having anything to do with casts.
I tried to go back to work today, and the chief yelled at me. Haha. He told me that I need to take the rest of the week of, and just relax, and that I can come back next week. Which, I'm grateful for. I miss work. I miss DOING stuff. Being home has just done horrible things to me.
CASE IN POINT. I've become addicted to that Cafe World game on Facebook. I DON'T KNOW HOW THAT HAPPENED. But it did. I became addicted. And ... how horrible is it that I'm grateful that I can have internet access at the firestation, because I think "I don't want my food to spoil!" Oy. Just ... oy.
But ... yeah. So, to summarize this? I'm back to 100% again ... and I've become addicted to a game I shouldn't be. That's about it!
Laur! I wanna see the rugrat soon, now that I can actually let her climb on top of me and use me as a junglegym again.
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[10/14/09] |
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Fuck this whole not working thing. I've never been more bored in my life.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for a little bit of a break. But ... a little bit of a break, and the amount of time I'm gonna have to be out with this shit?
Got into an accident at work. Fuck me. Broke both an arm and a leg. Fuck me sideways.
Typing one-handed is a bitch.
Anyway. Mandi's here, she's helping. I'm grateful. I feel like I snap at her every once in awhile, but ... it's Mandi. She snaps right back, and we usually end up laughing.
Time for pain meds and afternoon nap. I feel like I'm fucking 80 years old. I hate this shit.
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[09/03/09] |
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( Private )
I've been busy busy busy lately. Picking up extra shifts like nobody's business. It's Thursday, and I haven't been back to my apartment since Sunday. I'm just going from EMS to Fire to EMS to Fire. Back and forth, back and forth. At least with Fire, I can sleep for a few hours here or there, inbetween runs. That's what's nice about working in a firehouse. The guys all think I'm crazy, and I probably am, but oh well. I gotta do what I gotta do, yanno? Plus, being busy gives me less time to think.
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[08/01/09] |
I heard from one of my friends back in PA today ... he was sitting at a red light and I guess some drunk chick crashed into his car. He's okay, but I guess the lady sideswept him, and the entire driver's side of his car is fucked. She kept going, blew through the light, and crashed into a parked car. So my friend got out of his car to A) make sure she was okay, and then B) bitch her out. And he said he could just SMELL the alcohol on her. He called the cops and they came out to do a report, and he demanded a field sobriety test and a Breathalyzer.
That's some scary shit, though. I mean, think of if she had hit my friend's car on the driver's side the way she crashed into that parked car? Or, if there had been people inside that parked car. She could have killed someone.
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[07/02/09] |
OKAY. Here's the deal.
I work Saturday for EMS. And, since my family fed me so amazingly well on Memorial Day, here's my question to you. Who's having a get together on Saturday? I need to know where to stop by when I'm hungry, lol. Laurel? Danny? Hannah? SOMEONE? Please. Feed your poor brother/cousin. And his partner.
C'mon ... you know you wanna see me ...
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[04/24/09] |
I worked overnight last night for the EMS. I love my job. It's rewarding and there's nothing that really compares to the feeling of saving a life. But then, sometimes, you have a bad day at work. It happens to everyone, having a bad day is inevitable. Except, for me, a bad day means that I couldn't help people. Couldn't help someone's mother/father, son/daughter, brother/sister. I mean, you can't save everyone. That's impossible. But three in one night? That's a little rough. Though, I wouldn't change my profession over it, it's just not a good feeling.
I hope tonight's a better night.
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| FOOLS RUSH IN. |
[04/12/09] |
LOGAN DANIEL MCALLISTER.
AGE: 25
MARITAL STATUS: Single
CHILDREN: None
FORMER FLAMES: PRETTY IN PINK, SEX AND THE CITY, THE PRINCESS BRIDE
HAPPY ENDING: SEX AND THE CITY
So I'll let you go, I'll set you free. And when you see what you need to see, when you find you, come back to me. And I hope you find everything that you need. I'll be right here, waiting to see. When you find you,
( come back to me. )
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| Biography. |
[04/12/09] |
You say you gotta go and find yourself. You say that you're becoming someone else. Don't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at you. You say you're leaving as you look away. I know there's really nothing left to say. Just know I'm here whenever you need me, I'll wait for you. Take your time, I won't go anywhere. Picture you with the wind in your hair. I'll keep your things right were you left them,
( I'll be here for you. )
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