You know that feeling of when you leave work you don’t feel anguish, anger, frustration, or anything else except for accomplishment?

For the past two days I’ve only felt a sense of accomplishment. I can honestly say that these 10+ hour days are really beneficial.

Started putting distance between my friend because she didn’t have the balls to tell me she began to have feelings for a guy that liked me. Since then…..I haven’t heard from her since and I’m almost certain she doesn’t know I know.

Sucker.

normally when people have posts titled referencing their mother, it’s usually an endearing post about how much they love them and are grateful for them. though this post is not just a moment of praise to my mother, whom i am grateful to have in my life…this post is also about how crazy she makes me. 

my mother tells me that i need to stop buying food and cook more. yet, i’m the one that has done grocery shopping in the house for the past two-three months. nonetheless, when i do cook—she NEVER eats what i cook. her excuse? I’m tired, I’ll eat it later. 

I’m currently craving bacon, which is odd because i don’t eat pork. So i go into my mom’s room and tell her i’m getting a bacon omelette from ihop and asked if she wanted something. you know, being polite, she says oh well i want a bacon omelette too….oh and a waffle…and something with potatoes.  hmmm didn’t you just tell me to stop buying food yet your order is larger than mine. 

as a libra, i HATE double standards. yet my mother is full of them.  of course people say well you can’t be mad that’s your mother.  however, my response to them is always the same. i understand she’s my mother however you can not raise someone to be against double standards and then do them yourself.  basically, within reason, i get angry at the things she told me to be angry about and of course i get told to not get angry. 

recently a family member of mine encountered legal problems.  my mom said that to help resolve this issue she would like to take $10,000 with her just in case anything were to occur. my mother asks me for money, i tell her i can only give $5,000.  later on though my mother didn’t use the money she said, “well, you should have more money anyways.” what really grinds my gears about that though is that at the age of 22 I was able to put up HALF the amount you wanted to take because no one else in the family could and yet I get told that I should’ve had more money?!

I get yelled at for not cleaning the kitchen after I cook, which I do. Yet, when she uses the kitchen she leaves it sitting there and if I say something she says well why didn’t you clean it…my response, because if i were to say the same thing to you you would say that i’m being immature. 

graduating from college my mother went on this whole thing of being roommates/equals so pretty much to each their own. now working 50-60 hour week and having to commute for an hour really does affect the amount of energy and time you have to do  things around the house.  NOW when i do clean and do my chores all is good, however my mother doesn’t do her cleaning due dilligence and she says “do we need to create a weekly schedule for when things need to get done because you don’t clean at all” mind you, my mother has attempted to implement things like that before and though i keep up with it she’s the one that fails.  

basically what i’m trying to say is that though i am a responsible person and i tolerate my mother there is only so much hypocrisy that i can take.  don’t say you’re going to do xyz and then end up doing abc. however whenever i do xyz and abc i still get yelled at for nothing anything. 

So there’s this guy at work whom I consider to be a good friend. He’s rough around the edges and one has to chisel a ton just to get some information out of him, but he’s a good person.

Now if anyone knows me they should know that I absolutely love birthdays. If you tell me your birthday, ill more than likely remember.

So this guy from work, I’m always asking him for my birthday and he can never remember. However I’ve been out to the bar with him maybe five times and he remembers my drink of choice. I’m concerned that he remembers my fave drinks but doesn’t remember my birthday.

Oh well. Time will tell, maybe he’ll remember my birthday sometime soon. Until then keep the free drinks coming! ;)

Someone gimme a beer, a few friends, and another day off. :)

I try to not discuss politics but I will say this: say what you want about president Obama, but you can not deny that the First Lady is in fact the best First Lady this country has ever had. She actually stands up for what she believes and truly cares about the citizens of this nation. Michelle Obama is far more than just the spouse of the president, or an accessory, she’s an individual and people know her as such. The most beautiful thing about her and President Obama is that as individuals they are strong and independent, but as a unit, they are unstoppable.

I believe my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but I’m not sure what.

I wake up from a dream that first had me fly to India for two days and I had bought my car with me.

Once i landed I drove to the location we’d be staying at and parked my car. Weird thing is my mom and sister came along.

While there the house that we were staying at was surrounded by assassins. I’m not sure why they were there but they were there shooting at us. At one point I open the door and one of the assassins starts shooting at me, I shoot him and kill him.

My mother than goes to the door and asks why they’re there and that we don’t mean any harm. My mom asked that all the assassins show their face. No one came forward. After my mom said that I told her she was crazy and that we were going to die. My mom told me to calm down. A few minutes later I see many men with heavy artillery come forward. I run to my mom and say there’s about a hundred of men out there surrounding the house, they’re here to kill us.

One of the men says we don’t want you, we’re here to kill your husband. He’s the man we want, he’s done some terrible things. My mother tells them that she doesn’t know where he is. She was just told that we had to come to India to look at a new housing development that was going to be built that she intended to purchase. (In real life, my mother isn’t married). The whole purpose of our trip there was for business so she doesn’t know where he is.

The assassins don’t believe us and they guard the house all night. Of course I went to bed and woke up scared and as if my heart had dropped to my stomach. The next morning as we wake up to prepare to travel back to the states, all of the assassins had left. As we’re walking to the car to go to the airport, I notice a ton of old clunker cars. Specifically an old fairfax county cop car being driven by a redneck with no teeth.

I woke up after i saw the redneck because it confused the mess outbid me.

oh don’t mind me. i’m just the girl who stands at 5’3” and will jam out to dubstep at any point of the day. 

- I was told by a guy that he would like to introduce me to his family
-another guy call me attractive
- was given a lap dance by another guy
- believe another guy may have a crush on me and invite me to be his date to his firefighter banquet
-met a ton of new people
-got burned for trying to the right thing
- realized that I have a shopping problem.

but you can call me Adri, or Saucey.

I work almost 50 hours a week

I reblog pictures of puppies

My new obsession is Lana Del Rey

I smile a lot but probably laugh more than I should

I believe I have a future in becoming a professional bargain shopper. 

I recently stopped drinking alcohol, however, with this job of mine I may start keeping a flask at my desk. (kidding, just kidding.)

I love the show Misfits

I’m a member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc.  BUT that’s not all that I’m about. 

I enjoy watching television.

For Christmas, I plan to purchase my mom a Michael Kors bag

My credit score is terrible. 

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

I eat way too much.

Another hour, nineteen dollas.

Time to get ready and in put in that work.

Yeah, boy.

:)

Well Tumblr, I finally caved in and hung out with the guy I used to date or whatever. 

Quick backstory: Met this guy over the summer about two years ago at a summer program.  We hung out, had fun—but never were official for nearly a year. Then when I was on line this guy decided to stop talking to me all together. He wouldn’t answer my calls/texts nothing.  A few months passed and he finally had the balls to talk to me and tell me what happened. He assures me it wasn’t my fault and that he was in a funk because he was about to graduate college and was unsure of where his life was going. During this time that he decided to stop talking to me, he started dating another girl. Yet, he didn’t want a relationship. 

FLASH FORWARD TO OCTOBER 2012:

After blowing this guy off for several months now, I finally decided to just cave in and hang out with him. I knew that if I did, then I wouldn’t really have to hear him whine anymore for a while. So I went to his apt to see it. Met his roommate, saw the area, hung out on the couch and started watching a movie.  While we were watching the movie he kept trying to snuggle up and sweet talk me.  I kept shutting him down. I guess the reason why I did that is because no matter how many time I would call him out on his bullshit, he wouldn’t do anything to change—so eventually, I had it with his shit and kept it moving. 

Anywho, he kept trying and whatnot and granted this was rude I was texting my guy friend because I hadn’t heard from him in a while. Of course, he was like “c’mon that’s rude you texting other n****s when you with me.” Now, this guy should’ve known better that he has no authority having a say what I do or who I speak with. So eventually, again to shut him up, I put my phone away.  Eventually I asked him how his best friends and family were, and how things were going at work.  And he asked the same. We managed to have a somewhat decent conversation. 

By 11PM, he was getting tired as was I. So I told him that I could go home if he wanted me to. He said no it’s alright, but you could stay the night if you want. Of course, I declined and said I don’t think that’d be a good idea and that it isn’t something I wanted to do.  But being him, he just kept pushing the idea. About an hour passes when he keep talking and eventually we got on the discussion of my love life. I mentioned to him that I had reconnected with someone, and for some reason he didn’t believe me. I then mentioned that I was serious. He asked how we were doing, I mentioned that we were doing very well. Then he says, well, I’m happy for you. Of course, I knew he didn’t mean that and I told him that; he agreed and said you’re right i don’t mean that. 

So now, why is it that when a girl finally moves on after she’s had enough of your shit is when you want to start all over and try and put the moves on her?

Yesterday, I texted a close friend of mine that I’ve recently lost touch with. I texted her regarding the Eagles/Steelers game going on yesterday. Seeing as how I’m an Eagles fan and she’s a Steelers fan. We caught up and apologized for being terrible at keeping in touch but that life has gotten busy. There were no hurt feelings, just genuine care for one another. 

Thing is my friend asked me about a mutual friend of ours. We pretty much expressed our concern for her and wondered what was going on. I had told her that she had recently gone to a funeral so she’s probably distracted because of that; but then I told her that I had texted her and haven’t heard back. My friend then proceeds to tell me that she had attempted to call her and hasn’t heard back .

Eventually we both discussed how a previous decision of hers kind of upset us, and we were trying to understand the reasoning behind it. However, aside from that, we both noticed that our mutual friend has become very close friends with someone else that we never expected.  It isn’t that we are jealous or anything, but moreso concerned.  I can’t speak for my other friend, but it makes me wonder if I have given off some vibe that she can not approach me and/or tell me things that are affecting her. 

I guess time will tell. 

this is the reason WHY i don’t online shop. and tomorrow i’m going to buy jeans. I’ve come to the realization that I am still learning how to dress for my body type….so why not try and perfect it by buying tons of clothing?

the way i see it, if they don’t work out i can go to the store and return the items and get money back. Adriana likes money! 

OH and i forgot, payday is this friday. hellfreakin’yeahhh!!