I'll start this with an interesting quote from Becca.

"You know, I don't even care that this yard sale sucks 'cause my crotch feels so good."

I should explain that. Becca had a yeast infection while we were doing the yard sale we had planned forever Friday and Saturday. The yard sale sucked pretty bad. I'm glad I only had a few things in it. It was mostly her crap but was pretty small. We got up at 5am and set everything up by 6 both days. Friday we stayed out until about 2, and only had two people stop and buy something, and one of those was her grandma. Saturday was a little better, but I only made 7.90$ and she only made 11 or 12$. We tried to take what was left to the consignment shop but they closed just a few minutes before we got there, so we have to wait until tomorrow. We to things to the pawn shop but they didn't take any of it. She had a microwave, an alarm clock, and a toaster, that apparently wasn't good enough for them, and I had a nice printer but they wouldn't take it unless they seen it hooked up and working. So a big FUCK YOU to them. I might take my playstation up there but they would only give me about 10$ for it and 3 or 4 for my games. I only have two and they are Tony Hawk and Tony Hawk 2.But there is a reason I am hesitant to give up the play station even though it is in my closet. When Waylon and me first started going out we always played Tony Hawk together, cause it was the only game I had and it's pretty good. Played it alllll the time. So it's kind of like a sentimental thing. I think I will hold on to it. I will want to play it in college. *singing* Meeeeem-or-iiiies....*

But back to Becca's yeast infection. She was using Monistat 3 and it just wasn't working. So Saturday she switched to 7 like she usually uses and it was, wel, it was working. I myself have never had a yeast infection, but if the moment arises, I'll be sure to use the seven day cream treatment as opposed to the three day pill capsule treatment that you have to shove inside your poocat and wait for it to dissolve. Yes, I call it a poocat.

I'm feeling' pretty silly tonight incase you haven’t noticed. Well, I'm feeling a little down at the same time because the boyfriend didn't come see me this weekend, and it's probably due to the fact that he just bought a really nice computer, and that damn place they all go to play computer games together is having a tournament. I'm worried about the rest of the week too, because it is all week long. So even though he works third shift, he'll probably still find time in between work and sleep to go over there. Perhaps I should have my head replaced with a monitor, and a cd-r drive installed in my snatch. Hmmmmm.......