Man, packing is a motherfuck. I can't wait until tomorrow is over, when I get all my stuff out of this shithole apartment.

As of August 1st, I will be living with my Brother and Co. in North Austin (like... waaaay north... 183 and McNeil to be exact). After 4 years of living on or around campus, this might be a nice change of pace from the hectic lifestyle I've been living. No more drunken strangers trying to walk into our apartment, no more annoying neighbors who plays their bass so loud it vibrates my asshole, no more people playing guitar and singing bad 80's metal band songs right next to my window at 4 in the morning. But at the same time, I will miss being 2 seconds away from everyone and everything, I'll miss living right next to Crown & Anchor (no more power hours. Boo), but more than anything, I'll miss my other half - Phuong, who's been the best roommate/girlfriend/cuddle buddy, anyone could ever ask for. Gay.

Anyway, I only say all this cause you might not see much of me anymore after I move since I'll be so far away.

Oh who am I kidding, I'll be down here all the time. Keep that couch open for me!

On my last day of work (which is this coming Friday!), I would just love to be a complete and utter bitch to any customer who even LOOKS at me wrong. In fact, I'd like to take from the fabulous Cheri Oteri and tell any clientèle to SIMMA DOWN NAH.

[Scene]

Customer: Ma'am, I need help and no one has assisted me since I've walked in.
Me: Okay everyone SIMMA DOWN NAH. What is the problem nah?
Customer: Uhmmmm... there is no size six anywhere in this stack, why are there no sixes?
Me: Alright, whatchu NEED is a size six...TEEN, so SIMMA DOWN NAH.
Customer: Excuse me?
Me: I said... SIMMA DOWN NAH.
Customer: Uhh, I think you shou...
Me: And I think you betta SIMMA DOWN NAH!
Customer: WHAT?! I...
Me: What part of "simma down nah" do ya not understan'? The "simma", the "down", or the "nah"?!
Customer: I didn't even...
Me: "Simma" plus "Down" plus "Nah" equals... SIMMA DOWN NAH, so SIMMA DOWN NAH.
Customer: Stop telling me to simmer down now!
Me: Ma'am, what happens when you cook greens on low heat?
Customer: ...You... simmer... them?
Me: Opposite of up?
Customer: Uh, down?
Me: Not later but...?
Customer: Now?
Me: SIMMA DOWN NAH! SIMMA DOWN NAH!
Customer: I really don't need this kind of treatment!
Me: What you NEED is a triple by-pass, so SIMMA DOWN NAH.
Customer: The hell? What is the number to your corporate office? I would like to contact them.
Me: I do understand your concern, ma'am. And on behalf of J. Crew, I'd like to invite you to... SIMMA DOWN NAH.

[End scene]

Man, that'd be the best last day, EVER.

Dear Tierra Property Management,


Fuck you.


First, the disgusting apartment that you failed to clean before we moved in.


Second, the peeping Toms you failed to keep away.


Third, the AC drained that leaked and flooded our apartment.


And now, YOU TOW MY CAR OUT OF MY PARKING SPACE, despite the parking sticker slapped right in the corner of my windshield.


Fuck you. And your mother.



Sincerely,
Tammy

Last night, while my other half and I were at Bourbon Rocks, the live band played "My Girl" by the Temptations. It was then and there that Phuong and I decided to get married and spend the rest of our lives together. We ended up proposing to each other on the spot, right in the middle of the dance floor, and then spent the rest of the night at our own individual bachelorette parties (cause we kept getting separated! Boo!!!).

And the pics:

We're in love!|I do, I do, I DOOooo-oooo.


Our engagement rings. Sorry yours isn't bigger, Phuong... BUT IT'S SET IN PLATINUM!

Some other pictures from this weekend [the rest can be found on Facebook.]



Me, Phuong, Kim the birthday girl, and Junifer|Us with our alums - Jun, Heather, and Angela|The birthday girl passed out at Maggie Maes|I loves ML.

Happy birthday, Daddy!



Not a day goes by that I don't wish you were still here...

When my family switched cell-phone providers from Sprint to AT&T, we added the unlimited family text messaging package, because my mom knew that we liked to text a lot and she didn't want to pay any over-charges. So I taught my mom how to text message so she can do it whenever she could. And since then, she's been texting me almost EVERY SINGLE DAY. It's like I've created a monster. But anyway, here are some good ones that she sent to me, verbatim:


Jun 19, 2007 2:12:17PM
You need to watch video for steer clear discount for your insurance i picked up already so you watch tonight. [She didn't know how to use the punctuation yet.]

Jun 20, 2007 5:02:32PM
Have a good work out in the pool not just for tan :-) [Haha, but she knew how to do an emoticon.]

Jun 23, 2007 7:36:03PM
Sorry not take you to airport who will pick you up in austin have a safe trip back god be with you call me when you arrive austin [This sentence is awesome on so many levels, I can't even begin to tell you.]

Jun 27, 2007 6:35:45PM
I am watching tv right now, FLOOD IN AUSTIN!!! Is it bad? [Haha, no mom, it's not even raining here yet...]

And a personal favorite:

Jun 16, 2007 2:23:24PM
Hi, how are you? How is you acne on your forehead? Any better? Love you.


Man, my mom is the best.

I turned in my two-weeks today.

After 2+ years at my beloved J. Crew, I've decided to pull the plug and call it quits. There's been so much drama within our store that not only has it been physically draining to work there, but mentally and emotionally as well. It just sucks that after all the blood, sweat, and tears (literally) I've put into the store, that this is how it has to end. I've definitely had a good run, and I'm really sad to be leaving... but hey, all good things must come to an end, right?

Hopefully, my next job won't require me to work 26 hour shifts or work until 5 in the morning. Know of any place? Let me know.

Yesterday marked the 7th consecutive night I've gone out and drank this week. Jeezy Creezy, at this point, my liver is gonna fall out of my butt by the time I'm 28.

Saturday:

Went out to 4th with Vivian, Phuong, Albert, and Steve. Got hammered and went to Albert and Steve's place, where Phuong and I acted like little kids and Steve had to take care of us.

Me, Foo-dong, and the tiara I found.|Zetas minus Julie. Wish you were there!

Sunday:

Met up with Jasen at Rain for the Drag Show. Got crunk and saw a bunch of fabulous drag queens.


Monday:

The most chill night of the week - Phuong and I met up with Monica, Jenny, and Brad at our beloved Crown & Anchor for $1.50 pint night.

Tuesday:

Jasen calls me around 10 and asks, "Wanna go out? I don't want to stay long, but just hang out for a while and drink some martinis." If by "hang out", you mean "get drunk", then count me in! Saw Ryan and Matt at... some other bar, then went home, where Phuong and I proceeded to feed the Davis brothers rice with LOTS of cayenne pepper and soy sauce. Yum!


Jasen and I at Rain.|The beautiful Shawn and Tim (what a stud!)

Wednesday:

July 4th! Went to Albert and Steve's place for a delicious BBQ, then went downtown, got tanked, didn't remember how I got home (or... not home, as it was Albert and Steve's place). Yesss. Pictures in the last post.

Thursday:

Thirsty Thursday! Kim, Phuong, and I headed downtown with no other than Albert and Steve. Started on 4th, then ended up at Latitude on 5th were we saw old faces.


Phuong and I doing the "Terence". Haha.|Me, J, Tim (the birthday boy), Shawn, and Kim.

Friday:

Phuong and Kim came with me to my brother's for Evelyn's last night here in the states. There, we did the whole "I'll drink if Kim drinks," "Well, Kim will drink if Phuong drinks". So we all ended up playing drinking games with Winnie and her friends. I really wish I had my camera that night cause I would have caught some great memories (like Kim singing the Oscar Meyer weiner song). I passed out early cause I was so tired, but it was still fun.

Saturday:

I went out with Nikki, and Kayla (again). We took a cab to 4th and got fuckin' throwed at Rain. Damn Jasen and his cheap shots! I had a shitty night, but at least I was in good company. :)


The Asians.|The gays.



It's no wonder that I've been sick for this past week and haven't gotten any better. Man, I love summer.

I feel like I've lost something. Please help me find it.

I hate feeling this lost and confused. :(

Happy IndepenDANCE Day!

Shooting fireworks is not only fun, but illegal too!|Red, white, and blue.


Trisha, Kayla, Nikki, and... Stevette. Hah!|Damn! That's a lucky tree.

So. how was your 4th?

There was a time and place when I actually worked hard at J.Crew. That time left along with our former store manager, Heidi. Now, no one gives a fuck about anything at our store. And I love it.

Case in point:

Sleeping in the rolling racks is comfy.

Spending 30 minutes in the morning looking for your car keys is not a good way to start off the day. How do you even lose keys from the time you open the door to your apartment, to when you go into your room?

Oh that's right... you leave them in your roommate's room. I'm a fucking moron.

Thankfully, I opened with Jasen so we actually "opened at 8:30" when in reality, we didn't get there until 9:20. Awesome.

First thing this morning, I had to deal with some little shit who got her little disgusting hands in one of our displays that was filled with pebbles. She managed to spill the pebbles all over our entry, and then proceeded to TAKE SOME WITH HER AND DROPPED THEM ALL OVER THE REST OF THE STORE. I was literally on my hands and knees picking up after her, when her mom noticed, laughed because she thought it was cute, and then left the store without helping me.

UHM, BITCH (and the other moms that shop at our store), YOU NEED TO WATCH YOUR GODDAMN CHILDREN. J.Crew is not a playground, and we are not your babysitters. Please keep your kids with you at all times, and don't let them wander around like stupid fucking dogs without leashes. Keep them out of our windows and keep them away from our displays.

Then, our gross, pervy, and probably-a-pedophile window cleaner, so aptly named "Gilbert", put his arms around me and asked me how I was doing. NO, SIR. Don't touch me - especially when I don't even fucking know you. I wouldn't let you touch me even after 7 mixed drinks, 4 shots, and a couple of beers, and I sure as hell am not gonna let you touch me first thing in the (already disastrous) morning. Go away.

But the one thing that made everything okay was the AC guy that came to fix the air conditioning in our store. GOD, he was fine. Staring at him go up and down a ladder made me forget all about stupid moms, and annoying children, and ugly window cleaners. That really just made my day.

No, scratch that. My Week.


[Hey, I work in a women's-only store. Any type of male interaction (especially with one that's even semi-cute) is revered.]

Sometimes, I wish I could go back 4 years, and start everything over. Now, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up the experiences I've had, the people I've met, the guys I hooked up with, or the memories I've made for anything in the world, but it'd be kinda nice taking what I know today, and going back and re-doing it all.

Maybe, at this point in my life, I'm just not where I thought I would or wanted to be. And I *really* wish that I could do something about it - but I don't know how, except to go back in time and fix it. Am I really going to go as far as to say, that I'm unhappy with where I am in life right now? I dunno.

But this is about how I feel right now:

Someone please fix me, before I become a whiney emo bitch.