I am invisible! woot

Nikki and I went to Black and Read, an AWESOME used book-video-dvd-music store nearby. The counter dude was all bedecked in runes and thorshammers, and I clearly remembered talking to him at TB about meads for about 15 minutes. Yet he said nothing. Nikki checked out after me and he gave her two dollars off because she works at TB and was wearing a black Johnny Walker TB shirt. 'Xactly like the one I was wearing.

!sdoireP

In the past year, my periods started going backwards. They start off lightly, then on the third day, I get cramps, and instead of just blood, I expel silver-dollar sized clumps of viscous tissue. Little red jellyfish and I can FEEL it splooging out, like I just vomited in my pants. I thought it was the new pills, but it may just be the fact I've had such normal easy periods for the last 25 years, that I might as well have some weirdness before I get too old.

Don't you cry no more

Dean’s eyes flew open and he gasped in.

“Dean..?” Sam said hesitantly.

“No…I am not Dean, but I can get him for you.” A hollow voice sounded from Dean’s lips. “I have been watching, and waiting for this moment.”

Another demon, Sam thought. Now what?

“Dean is dead and in hell. I will trade places with him,” the voice said again.

“Who are you?” Sam asked.

“You would not recognize my name.”

Sam just stared at the body, breathing and sitting up like Dean would, if Dean were alive inside there.

“I know you do not trust me.”

“Demons lie,” Sam said quietly.

“Yes. We do. Yet we are also very greedy, and this is something I want. Will you aid me?”

“What do I have to do to get him back?”

“Give me a few minutes to close these wounds. It would not be good to bring Dean back, only to have him bleed to death again. Stupid hounds.” The eyes closed and the breathing slowed.

Softly, Sam asked “Are we safe here? The house is surrounded by Lilith’s army.”

“They cannot enter this house. They would not want to. Now be silent. It has been a long time since I inhabited a body, and I need to concentrate.”

Sam nodded and simply watched. The demon seemed to be doing nothing but breathing, but once in a while, a grunt of pain sounded from the chest. Sam fought himself not to go to his brother’s aid.

The eyes opened again. “The wound are sealed. His heart is beating strongly. We can continue.”

“Why are you helping Dean?” Sam asked, as he helped Dean’s body to stand.

“Dean is in Hell, I wish to be there. It is a simple exchange.”

“No one wants to be in Hell; even the demons I’ve come across hated it.”

“It was my home,” the voice spoke.

“Was?”

“I was banished from there some time ago. I disagreed with the head office, and they bounced me.”

“You got kicked out of Hell? That’s pretty badass.”

The demon shrugged. “Those who were disobedient do not like disobedience.”

“Did you have a name when you were human? I have to call you something.”

“I was never human.”

Sam watched as “Dean” stepped to the window. At the edge of the lawn, a line of demons stood ready to attack once the sprinklers turned off.

“Wait, so you were one of the original…?”

“Yes, one of the fallen.”

“Huh. Kicked out of Heaven, then out of Hell.”

“Hence my eagerness to return home.”

“And get revenge?” Sam asked.

The demon smiled. “Most definitely.” It raised its hands and slowly pushed forward. The people at the lawn fell to the ground as the demons inside them were torn from their bodies and blasted away in a sudden wind. “They will not be a bother now.”

“You’re…very powerful.” Sam said, growing a little worried.

“You have nothing to fear from me.” The demon sat in the middle of the room again. “I need you to be quiet again. Your brother is small, and the area I will be searching in unimaginably large.”

He nodded and sat in one of the plush chairs, ready to assist, but not know how.

The demon sat still, but for a tiny twitches and spasms. Once he even chuckled.

After nearly an hour, he spoke. “I have found him. He will be confused and panicked. Oh, he’s gone through such pain already. How lovely.”

The voice murmured in a language Sam didn’t know, but made his skin crawl with fear. The body shook and shimmied and collapsed.

Sam went to Dean’s side as his eyes flew open as he screamed.

“Sammy! Sammy, help me!”

Sam’s eyes filled with tears again as he cradled his brother. “I got you Dean…you’re safe.”

“No!” Dean yelled. “You’re just another devil.”

Sam held his head and looked into his eyes, wide and bloodshot. “Dean! Dean…You’re alive. You’re here. You’ll be ok.”

Dean shook his head again, but help on to Sam’s arms. “It’s not possible. I’m dead. You're not here.”

Sam laughed. “You're talking impossible after what we’ve been through? You’re alive, Dean, and I’m alive, and let’s go to Tijuana.”

“How?” Dean asked weakly.

“I guess we met someone who wanted to be in Hell as much as you wanted to be out of it. Can you walk?”

“I think so, but I’ll let you drive this time.”

You only miss me when I'm gone
You only look for me when I'm not there

Captain, my captain

The late Saturday shift is THE WORST. No one buys any wine after 8, except for Mr Blowhard Snootypants, or drunken white zin girls. So I hung out in the warehouse and stared at the wall o'rum--right next to the wall o'crown.
God, they couldn't have made those Captain Morgan boxes an uglier color scheme. Orange, red and white. If you look at them like a Magic Eye, you'll go blind.
I've never had a captain, and I don't think I've ever been a captain.

Kender

I used to think I was Raistlin, but I've realized I'm more like Tasslehoff.

Work n stuff

My manager is a dolt.
For one thing, his breath smells like dog poop. I wonder if this is recent, or have his wife and kids noticed it? Maybe they don't know because he eats a bag of dog poop on the way to work.
He also likes to badmouth everyone. The sales reps are stupid, because they didn't order a certain wine. The merchandisers are lazy because they didn't fill that display. The cashiers are flaky because they confused Dom Perignon with Domaine Ste Michelle. Seems no one can do anything right.
Nearly every day I come in, he's working cases in the warehouse or putting in new florescent lights.You're the manager- get someone else to do manual labor.
I was reading (an actual book!) on my lunch break in the break room and he commented that the only thing he reads are sports or wine magazines. He's never liked to read.
So he smells bad, he's a backstabber, he can't delegate, and he's a moron. On the plus side, he seems to be afraid of me, so he leaves me alone.

Work

I start working tomorrow. Total in Westminster. Same manager, same gig, new place, new people. It will be great to have money again, and something to do for 10 hours a day. It's about 45 minute drive depending on traffic, not much farther or longer than Thornton. Thing is, I don't want to live up there while there are still the prefect townhomes selling here in Aurora. I can get a lot of my bills paid down, and I'll get my investment back, so I'll have savings in the bank. I hope to move out this summer.
Mistletoe is tired. Midnight is full. Rachel is thirsty.

Torture

I went to the dentist this morning for the first time in about 7 years. I like the dentist; they pop me upside down and I nearly fall asleep. However, I was still in pain from the previous day's shopping slog to Whole Foods.
I'd never been to this location before, but it's set up pretty much like the other ones. Mom was hungry, so before we started shopping, she wanted to go to the cafeteria-type area and get lunch. I wasn't thrilled with the selection, since it was either Indian or Cajun. Mom kept circling the three or four counters, getting more and more pissy about things. "These aren't even hot!" "They had macaroni and cheese last time!" "Don't they even have a microwave in here?""Where do I pay?" Bear in mind, she'd been here before, yet she was asking me these questions. I grabbed a guy in an apron to get answers and Mom acted embarrassed, apologizing to him about ten times while he explained where to go to pay and where the microwave is.
After she ate a few bites of pasta, we went on a quest for fruit which is on the other side of the store. Took forever, and I know Mom walks slow because of pain, but we have a goal in mind, don't stop to touch everything. It's like shopping with a preschooler. She couldn't find the berries she wanted and got more upset at how inconvenient it was that there was nothing she wanted. So I grabbed a different apron-guy and he pointed out the display of berries right behind her. Finally we check out, with her quietly griping the whole time...except when the cashier asks if we found everything ok! Mom says yeah it was fine, then returned to her mumbling once we got in the car. Luckily she had choir practice that night, so I had a few hours of quiet in which to calm the hell down.

Quiz time!
1. You're in a restaurant and you want more butter for your bread. What do you do?
a. Ask a waiter for some more butter.
b. Mention to someone in your party that you wish you had more butter.
c. Eat it anyway, sighing loudly.
d. Stiff the waiter on the tip since he should know that you want more butter.
e. b,c and d

If you chose A, then I wouldn't mind having dinner with you
If you chose B, C or D, then it would be the last time I have dinner with you.
If you chose E, then you're my Mom! How did you find this blog?

Mostly Dead

Last night I ate part of a chicken kiev, which I love. This one wasn't so great- something was off. At 4am I woke up to cramps and cement-belly and started a 6 hour puke- and -poo regimen. Spent the day laying on the couch watching a Dr Who marathon on SciFi, then CSI on Spike. Strangely, both networks showed a lot of ads for ProActive acne system. I got so dehydrated that my joints started to ache, and my back is still hurting. Once I was finally able to keep food down, I have the best cinnamon toast I've ever had, and the best saltines I've ever had. Then I fell asleep during Psych, which will mess with your dreams.