Jesus...

I just got home. I woke up this morning by some abandoned dock just outside of town and I have no clue how or why I was there.

All I remember is going to the bathroom after hanging up the phone on pickles and that was it.
Blank. Nothing.

I don't remember eating, or walking, or falling asleep on a cold, wet broken dock so I could wake up when the sun cracked the horizon and letting me get engulfed in creepy fog and stubble around until I found the cemetery. Then I kinda realized I was only 10 minutes from my apartment. And just across the street from work. SO I went to work and was nearly killed by my mother.
I asked not to talk about it because I don't even know whats going on. I just want to have a smoke and watch some Farscape right now.
I'm doing this just in case anyone thinks I'm like dead or something, I'll make a proper post once I feel up to it I guess?

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Missing the fun.

HI.

How does someone do these things? I never got the idea of blogging. Or writing a journal for yourself either. I'm not really expressive, or interesting. I remember everything I've ever done so why do I need to write a blog?

Specifically why am I on my friends blog, writing an entry on hers?

Because, I was given a password for a few accounts to a few things she want's me to help her out with, and she thinks me talking to something other than my cat is a good thing. She doesn't seem to remember all those late 2am talks with her. She got pretty philosophical. Emma not Hart. 

That's my cat by the way, Emma.

So, I guess you should all know me (Assuming anyone reads this besides Hart which she will possibly laugh at me very hard later for.)

I'm Pickles. Don't ask, long long story that I hae never had the urge to tell anyone.

I don't like pictures taken of myself.

I take lots of pictures of Emma though.

I don't sleep.

Me and Hart have known each other since Junior High.

I'm a pizza Delivery guy. (And I love it)

Why? Because I basically make anywhere from 200$-350$ on a slow night in tips. These are the perks of living in a big city. And I work a lot of overtime, and all I do is drive so it's not hard.

Just boring and quiet. The way I like it.

Now that is out of the way, I do have ulterior motives for writing this blog. I have work soon, and signed on to see Hart didn't reply to me on this either, or anything else.

Last night we got into a pretty big fight on the phone, and she hung up. I called back but she apparently went back to her apartment, so I asked her mom if she was acting weird at work since they work together, and her mom said she was normal, just tired and she ran off to the bathroom for a good 15 minutes before she came back.

I tried calling her house many, MANY times, and left messages. I left one here and on her twitter, and sent her a few e-mails but nothing.

I AM TRYING TO GET HER TO STOP IGNORING ME AND ACTING LIKE A CHILD!

So maybe a big ol' blog post showing her she's being childish will finally get her to answer her phone, or God help me I am calling Ivy and getting her to send your mom up to you! And I know how much you hate those two waking you up in the morning.

Now, pick up the phone, please?

This is what you do in your spare time?

Blogs? Your doing blogs now? HAHA. Nice girl nice at least you do SOMETHING while your lazing around on an island.

What the hell are you complaining about. BTW! How nice of you to message me a fucked up message and then scoot offline before I can ask you about it, then not three seconds later call me on the phone, ask me if I did it yet and I'm the one sitting there like an idiot.

Hey, say hi to mom for me, and since your working tonight try and get Rob to give you that big bag of liquor chocolates to send up to me. I didn't get enough for Christmas you scrooge.

OH! Another thing you little monster. I finally GOT it.

Thanks for the password, Now I'm going to have SO much more fun bugging you on the days off. 

And um, cute.

 

Real cute. Still mad at me? OH GOSH!
Well I made some adjustments and I think once I did it looks like quite the master piece.

Hey, want to get some coffee later?

:D

Scared...

Okay.

Work is today. I spent the night at mom's because she wanted someone home with my little brother, she was going to be gone all night.

'Kay... sweet...

Not that I don't love my little brother and all, I just didn't move back home to be babysitting him everynight again so she can go out and party.

I'M Supposed TOO BE, but instead I'm stuck in once again a mundane loop that I can never escape forever.

Mind you, it's not like I wanted to be in constant party mode again too, that was way too much for me to take after awhile.

But I didn't move here to HOUSE SIT EITHER!

UGH✖✖

He's never HOME, he just leaves once she's gone and comes back at like 11pm, then leaves again before I'm awake. EVERYTIME.

Doesn't matter if it's 2 in the morning or 5 in the afternoon. He has woken up 10 minutes before me and left.

Ninja...

Like...

It's creepy.

AND BORING.

Oh well, I'm not over here every day, and it seems my sleeping.. oddness is gone with the wind.

Mother said I was lazing around the apartment and here most of the time. Late at night I just disappeared so she just guesses I went to my bedroom in the basement.

Her guess is as good as mine.

So the reason I'm scared..

moslyimjustfrustrated

I was waiting for my coffee, as I need more before I go to work in two hours. And I need to be awake. I was flipping through what I thought was one of my mother's cooking magazines, I wanted something NEW to eat for supper..

...foronce...

And all I saw was THREE...THREE recipes, and every other page was an AD for wine and all kinds of alcohol.

Oh and a pizza AD.

Can't have red wine without pepperoni and green peppers.

I tried to get my on the spot comedic genius running, and all could say was. "Wow, read through that and all you'll get is...

...

..

.

drunk...

.."

FUCK ME!

I'M LOSING MY COMEDIC WIT PEOPLE!!

THAT'S ALL I HAD LEFT BEFORE BECOMING FULLY BLAND AND ONE DIMENSIONAL!

Ahh..

Ahh..

Okay, it'll be okay, I just have to hold onto my dry humor on the INSIDE..

And all will be okay.

Dammit..

God..

fuck

Pickles... Come help me :C

 ++~HART

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Odd phone numbersandnoises

Okay, so I'm checking my phone to see who called me.

My mother called around 50 times.

Not surprising at all.

Work called twice and a telemarketer.

Now.

The number I find odd is this one.

 

If you can't see it, the number is:

1-000-000-0000

...

am I the only one who thinks this is odd?

imnotright?

And of course right before I begin to start this blog my computer froze.

She's been doing a lot of that lately too.

Everything has.

My lights, my fridge, my TV.

I keep hearing it's because my apartment is really fucking old.

Well, it is. I lived here back when I was 3.

And then there is all these..

noises.

All day I've been hearing them. My guess is the people upstairs.

It's getting anoying.

It sounds like someone is moving around their furniture.

But it's all day.

And it was like this before I had all these bizarre blackouts.

The thumping, tapping, dragging...

It's enough to make a girl go a little..

crazy

You know?

Dammit.

Ah, anyway.

Being annoyed aside. While I have been watching re-runs of old sitcoms and drawing endlessly on my days off I realized I need people to talk to.

doesthatsounddesperate?

Oh well. It kind of is. People my age around here aren't really my..type? And most of my other friends..

Well...

I don't hear from them much anymore.

heh.

If anyone want's to chat in the wee hours of the night you might catch me on skype.

oharts.

Add me if you want.

++~HART

wake UP

I feel so weird.

The past few weeks feels like I was just in some kind of drug induced sleep, I wake up and my body is heavy an aches, my head is fuzzy, and I have no clue as to what happened.

I remember snippits of being awake, as I did have to work and eat, but they seem to be just quick memories and then I have these huge black out moments where when I come too I hurt like a rabid animal was trying to eat me, and I have no clue why I should feel like that.

Whats going on with me.

smoke, need a smoke..

So within my blackout daze, I have somehow acquired two lighters (green and purple), three new packs of smokes, (so obviously I was taking care of myself) and four...

milk...

crates...

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Also, my "G" key is missing.

Just gone.

And you have NO IDEA how hard it is to type without it.

I have to press down on the missing area to get anything.

I hate it.

So yes, if anyone see's a "G" from a macbook pro floating around.

Send it back my way?

++~HART