I’m hungover, to say the least. I shouldn’t have drank last night, especially being sick, but fuck it. I didn’t hear my roosters crow this morning and when I went to go check on them, my hen was in her laying box. The roosters were eating, but being quiet and then when I knelt down to pet them, Pete bit me and drew blood. Then this evening, I went to give them fresh water and he attacked my leg then bit my hand again. I know I’m going to have to cull or give him away, but I really don’t want to. I almost choked him a minute ago when he bit me, but I didn’t. Those are my babies and I hate to give him up. I can’t have him being so aggressive though. I just feel like if anything ever got in, Jimmy wouldn’t be able to defend Chickira because he’s too docile.

Last night was weird. My girl and I were arguing and when we got home, I came inside and she sat outside for a while. Then she came in and talked to her family about it for an hour or so and I went to bed. She woke me up with food and didn’t say anything else about what happened. It was weird. Then today she acted like it never happened. I don’t think there was anything else to say, but still. Not complaining, I had a good day with her.

Anyway, I told my job I’d come in early tomorrow since I didn’t go in on Friday. I have to wake up by 5am, which sucks, but that means my day will go by fast…hopefully.



Today is the toker’s holiday and unfortunately (or fortunately) I’m not cool enough to be apart of it. I have smoked before, but it’s just not for me. I prefer a beer. I do, however, drink Sweetwater 420 sometimes. I started drinking it because of the name and then I ended up liking it. Plus, no one else likes it, so no one will touch it. I hear a lot of people smoke to get rid of anxiety, but it just makes me more anxious.

Anyway, so I really am sick, it’s not just allergies in case anyone reading was holding their breath for this post. I know, my life is just so intriguing. Haha. I woke up at 5am today and worked for 9 hours. It was cool because the day ended a lot faster, but when I woke up this morning, I couldn’t even swallow. *insert dirty joke here* I figured I’d power through because there’s worse that could happen, right? I’m not the type to call out just because I’m not feeling well. If I call out of work, it’s because I physically cannot be there. At my last job, I think I called out 3 times in the 3 years I worked there. Twice were food poisoning and once for a family emergency. I had never had food poisoning before and I got it twice within, I think, 1 or 2 years. It is absolutely awful and I don’t wish the pain on anyone. Another thing I don’t do is go to the doctor or emergency room all of the time, rarely do I go and it better be because I’m dying or I can’t stop the bleeding. Per my mom’s instruction throughout the years. I went to the E.R. like 2 years ago because I had something called G.E.R.D. which I never even knew existed. I was up in Georgia with my fiancée and we had drank the night before, so we were a little hungover. We decided to go find a Five Guys Burgers & Fries which was like 45 minutes away, but it seemed fun to go on a mini road trip. While I was getting ready, my mom called and told me my step-grandfather had passed away that morning from cancer. We all knew it was coming, but I guess it hit me harder than I thought it would. We started driving to Five Guys and my stomach started to hurt. I thought maybe it was motion sickness because that always happens when I get in the back seat or ride in a car for a while. When we got to Five Guys, I went to use the restroom because I thought maybe it’s just the hangover. I made myself get sick, I pooped, I tried everything and I ended up clogging the toilet which was super fucking embarrassing since we hadn’t even eaten yet. The employee who brought the plunger was like, “are you okay?” And I was like, “yeah, just super embarrassed.” It was awful. Still, I didn’t feel any better, I felt worse. I was in a “YOLO, fuck it” kind of mood and I proceeded to order my burger and eat which was good, but I felt even worse. Usually, when I have a hangover, I eat a big greasy burger to try to soak up the alcohol. Depending on how much I drank. So, we start heading home and my stomach is tied up in a knot. It was up at the top and I literally felt like I was going to need surgery. I was in tears, I couldn’t get comfortable, it was the worst pain (almost) that I’ve ever felt. We get back to the house and my fiancée puts pillows under my legs, nothing. Rubs my stomach, nothing. Gets me a glass of water, nothing. They had been asking me if I wanted to go to the E.R. but I was trying to tough it out. Finally, I gave in and we went to this really nice hospital that looked like they weren’t even open but we went in anyway. It was one of the scariest moments of my life. I was hunched over in the chair, crying, and I didn’t know what was happening to my body. They bring me back and give me this concoction made from the gods. I have no idea what was in it, but it instantly untangled the knot and I felt like walking right out of there. It was fantastic. The doctor had a crush on me, I guess, but mildly (?) accused me of being an alcoholic because apparently I drink more than normal people. I said I drink casually and that was met with the response, “some people do heroin casually, too.” Because obviously those two go hand in hand. Silly me. I felt my face involuntarily twist into a WTF look almost immediately after I realized what was just said and that was the end of that. I didn’t feel so comfortable anymore.

My favorite character/video game is Super Mario anything. I freaking love it. Everything about it.

I know I bounce around topics a lot, but I truly think they’re going to be interesting when I start them and when they’re not, leave them anyway. Honestly, I sometimes think that maybe someday, someone will find my blog or my journal and read about me and be genuinely interested in every little detail about me, even the bad stuff. I know my fiancée is, but she doesn’t count.

When I got home from work earlier, I decided to install the nesting boxes for my chickens and a bar for them on top. 

It’s still a work in progress, but they’re screwed into the wood behind them. I have those things under them because I still need to put up a few more things so they don’t fall. They snapped their old roosting bar because they’re my little fatties, so I made this one from PVC pipe with duct tape around it for grip.

I’m starting to run a fever and get body aches, so I’m going to go ahead and wrap this up. Should I put a disclaimer for all the shit I just wrote? Is that necessary?

Disclaimer: I am not by any means condoning or suggesting drinking or smoking or whatever you just read. I’m simply relaying my life story.

Just in case. 🙂


“Guess what time you have to work on Monday!” my boss said to me with a huge grin on his face. I countered the enthusiasm with a monotone look that told him I couldn’t care less. “4am!”

This was on Thursday. What a way to start a weekend, looking forward to the longest Monday in history.

No, it actually wasn’t that bad. I woke up at 3am to my rooster singing and then my cats chimed in with the song of their people. My alarm was set for 3:25am, but I woke up anyway and stared at the ceiling wondering which one of my life choices brought me to this point. My cats sat at the end of the bed staring at me as if they stared hard and long enough, food might just appear. I eventually got up, fed them, and got ready to start the day.

My first stop was McDonald’s to get coffee, but when I stopped at the speaker, no one answered. I thought it was a 24hr McDonald’s. I sat there for a minute longer hoping, like my cats, if I stared long enough, I might get food. I scanned the parking lot…no cars. Ugh. Just my luck. Then, it happens. A voice speaks to me and I realize my cats’ method works! The voice mumbles something, but it doesn’t sound like the usual, “welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?” So I sit for a few seconds and then I reply, “wait, what?” The voice speaks again, only this time to deliver disappointment. “We’re cash only right now.” No way! I never carry cash and the pocket change I had in my car, I just deposited in my bank account because it was getting to be too much (a whole $4.03, mostly in quarters). You’ve got to be kidding me. Well, that’s awesome. I say, “nevermind.” And I leave. I sulked almost the whole way to work. “How am I going to stay awake?” I ask myself. I looked around for anything that was open and quick. I pulled into Steak and Shake hoping to fulfill my body’s thirst for caffeine. I look at the menu and decide to get a Redbull and a Frisco Shooter (is that supposed to be capitalized? Actually, I don’t even care at this point.) I wasn’t sure if it was too early for breakfast anyway. It was like in the middle like din-fast. When I pull up to the window, this bold, loud, friendly character pops her head out, handing me my Red bull. She says, “breakfast of champions! Are you trying to stay awake to get home?” And I was like, “no, I’m actually just going into work now.” And she said, “well that’s no fun! What do you do?” So I told her I stocked sunscreen and she said, “oh, yeah! Because we all need sunscreen at 4 o’clock in the morning.” We laughed and talked for a minute and then we got to the part where she turned out to be my friend’s mom. She made me laugh a lot and my dismay for going into work at 4am turned into excitement just by a short conversation. It’s pretty incredible how something so small and seemingly insignificant can not only brighten, but make a person’s day. I wonder how many people I’ve talked to and made their day a little brighter. One thing (I don’t know why…it doesn’t even matter how hard I try [brownie points if you get the reference]) I find myself doing is seeing a person and wanting to give a compliment, but I’m too chicken shit to do it. I psych myself up and then I decide it sounds weird or it’s not worth it.  I hate that and I wish I could just say “screw it” and walk up and compliment them. It’s the stupidest thing and then I think about it all day and wonder what was so hard about just saying, “hey, I like your shoes.” Or, “hey, you look great today!”

Anyway, I worked for 12 hours, then came home and let my chickens out. Here is a picture of my chickens:

From left to right: PeneloPete, Chickira, and Jimmy Tallon.

Pete was Penelopeep then one day he crowed and now he’s PeneloPete. He’s a little shit and he chases the outside cat, Stripes. This is Stripes:

She is bipolar and will let you know when she’s had enough of the petting.

Anyway, so the Easter egg hunt didn’t happen. I can’t remember if I wrote that in my entry or not from yesterday. We ended up going to my grandmother’s house for a little family dinner. It was pretty great!

I don’t have anything else to say right now, so see y’all tomorrow! 🙂