Hello. You can call me Meg. My real name is Meagan, but only 2 people are allowed to call me that, and I doubt you are one of them. it annoys me when people spell Meg "Meag" because of my full name being spelled that way.
I'm 30. It's an age that suits me I think.
I am a piercer and scarification artist with 12 years experience.
I process orders for BMEshop
I'm painfully shy. I'm afraid of trying new things. I always tap the escalator step twice with my right foot before really stepping on to the step.
I've got a sense of humor that has been compared to Bob Newhart, and I think that's pretty awesome.
I'm currently working on putting together the stuff I need to get my biography published.
It confuses me that people like me this much
there are 7,830 things I am allergic to now according to the allergist. No, really.
I have a lot of stuff done, that I doubt anyone really cares if it's listed or not. eh. Questions? Just ask. I doubt I'll answer, but you can give it a shot.
2010/02/09 09:04 I'm down 9lbs from a week and a few days ago, so I'm pretty stoked on this new working out and eating better kick I am on. I love how fast I drop weight when I need to. Only 30 more to drop before APP.
2010/02/08 13:33 Let me gripe about the post office for just a minute.
We ship A LOT of shit Express International. One of the key components to making this happen are these stupid plastic envelope things that the customs forms go into. it's an envelope and sticker all in one.
In order to obtain these, you have to order them from the USPS. Which I have done. Twice. Do I have them? NO!!
Do they have them at the post office? Of course! They use them when you have to bring shit to the counter to ship.
So, in waiting for my order of them, I end up at the post office, requesting some of these things. You can get alllll the free supplies you want from the post office, but they keep these fucking things under lock and key, and get super shitty when you ask for them, and tell you they don't have any, even when you can see them in plain site behind the counter.
Me: "I need to get some of those customs envelopes please. About 10?"
Irritating Postal Worker: "I no have."
Me: "Yes you do. I can see them right there behind you."
IPW: "This all I have. I can no give you."
Me: "yes you can. You are telling me that is ALL of them you have? What would you do if I came in with 30 packages that needed them attached?."
IPW: "I have for that. I give you 2. That all. No more, don't ask no more."
really? I swear to fucking g-d.
I almost got into a scrappy lil' brawl with the sassy ass ghetto mama that works there a few weeks ago over this. I told her to stop lying to me and give me the goods.
These are not fucking gold plated. What's the big deal.
I was up at 6am, finishing up all the bagging and moving and fussing that had to go on at Rachel's in preparation for the exterminator. If you've ever had to have a place heavily sprayed for anything, you know what this involves. If you don't, go to her page to read the INSANE checklist of shit that had to be done to prepare for this mania. I learned that Merry maids sucks at cleaning, btw. Every time I moved furniture, I found dust bunnies!!! Gah!! I also had to take all the artwork down in the bedroom, and it made me so nervous I was near tears. then a computer issue popped up, and THAT actually DID make me cry. Thank g-d Katie came to the rescue and helped me bring the computer over from Rachel's to our place and get it set up and running so I can do the stuff she needs me to do with it later this afternoon.
The exterminator is there now, and told me that unless I had a respirator, I had to leave, and I wasn't about to go digging through Norm's shit looking for one, so for the next 5 hours, I am not allowed in there.
I am at the shop right now getting ready to do 84,000 shipping labels, then I have to go home, do the computer stuff, then BACK to rachel's to get the place livable, as they have a houseguest coming tonight for the week.
Thank g-d the shop is closed today. That's all I am saying.
Tomorrow will be nuts according to Norm, as Bert Krak is tattooing at our shop tomorrow, and he is a total drill sargent to floor people, so I expect to be run ragged. Oh by! Just what I want to deal with. Oh well, I can deal.
2010/02/07 21:53 Today has been SO long, and it ain't over.
I got up at 9, went to CVS for some essentials, came home, showered, shaved, and had a nice mid-morning date with a gentleman friend for some laughter and butt sex. After that, Brianna came by with mimosa fixn's, and we drank- casualty count- one champagne flute.
After that, katie and I went to Ikea, and she got bookshelves and a desk for her room, and I got a couple of inexpensive shelves as well ($14.99 each!!!) we stopped and had some yummy thai for dinner, got home, and she dipped out to see some bands she likes play at the Whiskey. I put together my shelves and SCRUBBED down my room, straightened up the living room, etc. It feels good to have things a little cleaner.
I still need to go to Rachel's to finish bagging stuff up, but I'm wired, and I have all night.
I desperately needed this day off, and I enjoyed it to the max. I am now in bed, sipping the last of the champagne, and prepping myself for my insane day tomorrow.
2010/02/07 00:24 Maybe it's because I'm just so damn tired right now, but I am SO frustrated right now. I feel like my life is so chaotic right now with such a packed schedule. I don't have time to clean my house, or to take my time showering and primping and making myself feel good. I feel a little "off" with everything.. to many changes too fast have me all fucked up. I just kinda want my quiet life of a month ago back, when I worked till 4, came home, neurotically cleaned every surface in my house, lit some champa, then hid in my room for the night. Everything was in it's place, everything was neat and put together, I had my laundry done and put away, my room was always swept, and my bed was always made. I need to get back to that point. I can't stand not having my usual order and whatnot. it's making me really stressed. :(
