Exhausted!

This new project is kicking my MFucking Ass!  If you have a problem with my swearing, it's time for you to leave...NOW! This is my blog, and I swear when I want to!

UGH!!!  Everyone and their Uncle wants milestones..."Where are we?...What's the next step?"  Bitches!!!  I've only been on the project a week and I've managed 4 meetings, with vendors, with customers, and technical staff.  STEP THE FUCK OFF ME!!! I vacation in 2 weeks, and then you'll wait till I get back because I will not be in contact with you while I'm gone.  There's a particular Marine that is going to get quality time...not because he deserves it, but because I fucking deserve it (although I'm sure he does too)!!!!  SUCK IT!!!!

I left work frustrated, and had dinner with my mother.  It turned out ok, actually better than I thought. And I headed home.  RW and KW came over, and we drank copious amounts of tequila...well, at least I did.  It was nice to unload since it's my Friday. But now, I'm at this point.

Tell me peeps, have you ever drank enough to where you're not quite drunk enough, but by God, you're militant and ready to kick some ass and take some names!  OR...have copious amounts of sex and sleep it off.  Ah well...I guess kicking ass is on the agenda (sex in two weeks)!  The bad part is I'm exhausted!

Last night, I just start to drop off to sleep and I hear this weird noise.  Turns out, someone is going through the garbage cans at 11:45 p.m. to collect the recycle stuff.  REALLY????  Bitch, if you would've just asked me earlier, I would've set the crap aside for you..but NO, you've got to fuck with my sleep, which doesn't come easy these days due to the project stuff.  There's another MFing ass I need to kick!!!!

And now I've unleashed the potty mouth that lives inside this militant shell!!! DAMN IT!!!  Ah well, at least I got some quality time with myBFFs.  That's always important.  Tomorrow is the lunch date with the old flame (should I call him OF, or RD?), and I'm  looking forward to it since we cut the last one short (my fault due to a conference call).  Then the Beanster shows up and we spend the weekend together. Maybe I can get to the bottom of all the phone/texts and where her head is at in relation to her mother.  Won't be easy...cuz as far as my sister is concerned...I am the AntiChrist!.

I better go to bed before I get myself into real trouble.  That's what I'm looking for Peeps.  I need a man that will take me to the edge and make my heart race, and make me question my sanity. I'm not afraid of the challenges.  I'll skydive, I'll dive, I'll do whatever to keep that feeling alive.  But if I find the right guy, he'll be producing that feeling.

Ah well...headed to bed. I gotta big today tomorrow!