Everything.

Today... was a bad day. I have a cough. My mom told me to go to the hospital and get it checked out. "Hrm. I'm concerned about that cough..." I said, "NO. I AM NOT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL. I HAVE BEEN TO THE HOSPITAL ENOUGH. I HAVE GOT TO GO TO WORK. AND SCHOOL. I AM NOT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL."

And then I started to cry. And I cried and I cried and I cried.
And then I biked to craptel.
And then I was so sweaty and hot. So I drank 64 ounces of cranberry blueberry juice. In 5 minutes. (seriously. no lie.) Then I wanted to puke. For 5 hours. I had to leave work after just 2 hours. I couldn't caption because juice consistantly rose from my guts into my mouth, and my lungs were pressing on my stomach...
And then I went home. And it was hot there. And Marla scratched me.
And then I biked to school.
And now I'm at school. Still full of juice. What can you do.

GO ON VACATION WEDNESDAY. that's what you can do.

Hey LAL, we miss you already. If you were here you would have told me not to drink all of that juice, right? I knew it. I need you LINDSAY! Come home. First it's frosting, then fruity pebbles, now juice... WHAT's NEXT? HOLY JESUS! leggo my eggo.

Today I discovered a horrible truth.

I HAVE ALLERGIES.

I thought maybe I was getting a cold, but Lisa, my manager, said that I have allergies. and I used her visine for allergies and IT WORKED. So it must be true.

What do I need allergies for? I have plenty of other problems to deal with. Goddamn allergens. My nose itches and my eyes burn and there's a tickle in the back of my throat that makes me coff like this, "aha aha aha... eh. eha." and my snot is like water and it drips out of my nose like a leaky faucet.

GODDAMN ALLERGIES.

prebirthdaymagic

prebirthdaymagic
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

thankyou jenny for all 298 photots. I ran out of time and could not sort through them efficiently enough to post the ones I feel belong on station station. So. We'll start at the beginning. I call this one prebirthday magic. I believe it was taken the moment I turned 22. Remember when I said the clouds parted and the sun shone down on me and I understood all of the secrets of the world when I turned 22? This was that moment. Pretty cool, huh? And you know what else? I LIKED IT!

Mo- remember the pancakes! Love Grandpa...

Okeydoke cowboys and cowgirls. I am supposed to be doing schoolwork. Very very very important schoolwork, but your posts inspired me and also, Jenny sent me pictorals of my birffday partee. and I wanna show. Also, I have solved all of our problems. First, we all quit capfuckmotherfucker. Then, we get jobs that have us working normal hours with fun stuff (falafel, snapdragons... you know) and... THEN, you two do my homework with/ for me. AND THEN after that's all done, we can run around in our panties, bake cupcakes and cookies, grill out, drink red wine, and dance our butts off in the front window. Just like in the olden days. Welcome to my fantasy.

Also. I got new coughdrops. The End.

Toleration Station

Merlien, (that's you, moll and erin) I miss the days when our schedules were all the same and we would give each other manicures and shop for drapes after work.

Speaking of, one of the most touching scenes in Oldboy last night was when Dae-su was blow-drying his lover's hair for her. I wish someone would blow dry my hair, but then again I would probably rewet it and do it over. I hate when other people fuck with my hair.

Got my period. It said, "Not prego. Sorry."

Of to CapHell with only a hummus sandwich to remind me of the joy of my other workplace.

lindMOL sayLIE

i neeed a lover that wont blow my cover
people who stayed at the dock saturday evening have no idea what they missed out on dat boat der hay
DONT FEED THE BEARS except for yogi
i was just thinking and remember when we applied that beautiful color of violet to the front of our house? although it was for a good cause i bet we'll get in trouble, you know, financially, by sprague. oh...hm. we could just say we didn't do it. one act of vandalism right atop another.

for why can I not sleep?

oh shit.

I have infected someone with strep. Yesssssssss.

Adam vandalized some property for me as a birthday present. so cool..

I need to cancel my appointment, my car wont start.

Today I learned that if you expose your child to farm animals within the first year of their life they are less likely to get asthma. Moo.

HOLY SHIT!

Hey... remember my birthday? I do. I was almost ruined. But then saved. Which is actually better than not being almost ruined.
-approx 20 happy birthday calls. my fave from emily snyder (which was actually a message cause I was mid party). I also enjoyed all of the exboyfriends calls. shanks guys.
-fish in cooler
-swimming and seeing Aaron in his undies lying on the beach, "it's not a star!"
-dancing. shanks Jenny.
-personal birthday girl beer cooler-mug-thing (fake worms glued on and all). shanks Anna (and all of that beer... HOLY SHIT)
-mounted fish stolen from Matts house... and then stolen back. made a good dance partner.
-birthday motorcycle ride from Paul. shanks Paul.
-that bottle of birthday champagne? Boy am I glad we invited Rob.
-that bottle of birthday wine? shanks Liz. I'm glad we drank it together and stayed up till the sun rose.
-THAT BIRTHDAY PARTY? MY ROOMATES ARE THE BEST!
-Lindsay is a lure.
-Erin is my husband. Don't worry honey. I'm preheating the oven. The casserole will be done in 45.
-Seaweed. pssssssssssh. Meara you are too funny.
-Music. 9 hours? HOLY SHIT! thank you Matt and Jamon.
-oh shit. I have to go to work now. more later.

Round ONe: "I have plans to get naked on Saturday, and they do not involve you." Verdict: Awesome

Round Two: I was harassed by a girl on the street. "Why are you wearing a hospital robe?" It was not a hospital robe... it was a very pretty dress that Lindsay got for me. My feelings were hurt. Verdict: Not Awesome

Round Three: A bulldozer bulldozing a little bush. Verdict: Awesome

Round Four: My new glasses. Verdict: Super awesome MEGA ULTRA

Round Five: Having my kidneys outlined in Sharpie by DC. Verdict: Very very smart

Round SIX: My antique phone dying. Forever. Getting a new phone kind of a thing. Verdict: Sadness.

My Birthday is in 3 days. HOLD THE MAYO!

a couple more things...

today on my break at work I was casually relaxing in the grass, smoking, and I witnessed a hostile exchange between Georgette the elderly receptionist and a 20 something CA. The CA asked to use her lighter and Georgette snubbed her and the CA stomped inside. Georgette looks at me and starts talking in a catty voice saying something about borrowing her book and now she's mad at her. I just sat there and said "oh." then the CA comes back out, lighter found, and starts smoking. Then Georgette leaves, and the CA girl says something like, "sorry you had to witness that... she's so immature. I borrowed a book of hers and I can't find it now and she's behaving like...blah blah blah." and I just sat there and then said "oh. hmmm. odd." women. I tell you.

also. this afternoon on my bike ride home from craptel I was reminded of the days when I used to pretend I was a pioneer. I played pioneer for about 3 years. It was my favorite game. One time I made homemade butter with a jar, a marble and some whipped cream... behind the bushes... I sat in my fort and ate butter on bread. Because that's all pioneers ate. Don't 'cha know.

REPORTS:

reports #1. On Friday afternoon I was felt up by a mentally handicapped man at a store.
reports #2. The socks found in my bedroom are, in fact, NOT Erins. I wore them to craptel yesterday and I have decided that even if they are claimed by 6.11 I am keeping them.
reports #3. 5 AND A HALF DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!
reports #4. I have a new friend. His name is Seth. STORY: Once upon a time, Saturday night around 2, I was walking home from Bretts Erins birthday celebration, up E Wash. I strolled past a someone sitting on their porch playing guitar in a lovely fashion, so I decided to join him. I sat down on the dudes porch and asked him what he was playing.
Dude: Oh... hah. Nothing. I don't know how to play.
Me: Hm. Well, the music you were just playing was nice. Keep playing. Don't mind me. I just going to have a leisurely sit and smoke a cigarette.
Dude: Okay. You want a beer?
Me: Sure. Thank you. My name is Mollie. (handshake)
Dude: My name is Seth, pleased to meet you.
Me: The pleasure is all mine.

So Seth and I drank beer, and then Seth went inside, and came back to his porch with some drums. The kind you hold in between your knees. He gave me a drum and we had a jam session. (hah. I cannot play a drum. It is for sad.) Then this huge black man walked by and he said " Man. I got that! Yeah!" cause he liked our jamming, and we invited him to play with us. His name was John. So Seth and John were on the drums and I played the guitar (hah. I cannot play a guitar. It is for sad.) and it sounded like total shit. John couldn't keep a beat and Seth and I were exchanging "what the fuck is he doing?" glances. Then everyone got the hang of everything and I danced for a while, then I danced with Seth for a while, and it was magical fun. until People across the street started yelling "sexy sexy." Then I got upset and decided to go home. I invited Seth to my birthday party.

The end.

reports #5. Sunday morning I walked to the capitol in my pajamas, peed in the womens bathroom, and then went home.

yard oh yard

yard oh yard
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

I love my yard! I loove my YARD! I WANT TO GO TO THE CABIN! CAAAAAAAAVJKALHFVIU.

I heart these pooches

pooches
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

This is Seven and his baby. Seven likes to smell things and play catch. Seven in 9 years old. He doesn't drool very much. And he's very sweet. aw shucks. BEACH! I WANT TO GO TO THE CABIN!

I heart this place.

I heart this place
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

Problems with this photo.
1. No one is runnng around in a swim suit
2. No one is sitting on the deck
3. The foliage is pretty weak... usually the grass is 3' tall and trees are in abundance

I love these glasses

meg
Originally uploaded by mmmollie.

at the cabin you are free to indulge in chocolate frosting.