If you tell the truth and someone else lies.. the attempts they make to cover all the little threads of their lies will eventually send the web down on them. So. yeah. It wasn't even an issue that I'd have to quit. She was gone today. They called her for HER side of the story and the stuff she was saying.. wow. I was like "wow, does that even sound like me.. at all? You can ask around and I'll sit here.. but that doesn't sound like anything I would ever say."
They didn't even bother asking around.
wonderful way. No food for me.. which is a bummer. I'm craving sushi. (Sorry
Iziah.. had my phone off so I could stay chill and not rant)
I had a nice post started yesterday. It was sorta funny. I was discussing
Arrogant Bastard beer... why I was an arrogant bastard and how I should
visit the Stone brewery when in San Diego. My post was full of the quality
overblown ego that one comes to expect from reading a public journal.
See the woman who's bladder and rectum fell out of her vagina, was
being crazy-ier than normal. This was Tuesday night. She was going out of
her way to be confrontational. "Don't leave the area" (my job is to do
rounds and help make sure everything is fine), You're so meaaaan to me, if I
don't talk to her- I hate her. I talk to her and I use big words (I don't
use big words when I talk..what you read here is EXACTLY how I talk in
person) It's a no win situation. I laugh it off because Yeah.. me..
meaaaan. Look, I save my snark for use among those that can laugh along.
Look lady, if I was mean I would point out how your only friend is Nev. A
Co-Worker who doesn't even know your last name. She feels sorry for you
because you've lived here your whole life and yet NOONE seems to desire your
existance. I assure you, Nev is being snide to your face and you don't even
see it. When she was pretending to be facinated about how they reinserted
your bladder up your vagina..after it fell out.. she was trying to cheer me
up by giving me something to "Lewis Black" about. Mocking you, to your
face. Also, cut it with trying to freek her out about the lesbian at work
with a crush on her (me). You see Virgina, you sycopthanic moron, At work
Nev and I pretend to be just aquatances, but outside of work, she's my best
friend. Surprise. We weren't laughing at you until you wouldn't let it go.
If you have to ask if I would be okay with an offensive joke... The answer
is NO. Okay? If you have to ask and it's on the clock.. the answer is always
No. Telling Black Jokes.. Nev is laughing because she has no fucking Clue
what you're talking about! Also.. your rectum and bladder can NOT fall out
your vagina and when you said on Tuesday that you needed a pad to insert
inside your vag.. I wanted to explode laughing. Instead, I went out of my
way to find you said feminine supplies. Then you accuse me of airing your
buisness when I have to ask for a pad FOR you! Also Pad. External. How can
you be 60 and not know how your own body works? Do you truly Lift and
Seperate to create a gasping maw of a cameltoe?
You ask me questions, I answer them. You get exasperated and go to the
boss to complain that I'm meaaaan.. But I'm not talking down to you.. I'm
not being sarcastic.. and unlike everyone else, I'm not mocking you to your
face! *exhales*
So after a Tuesday night of stupid, I was on a Ha Ha I'm an arrogant
bastard kick..to deal with the crazy. Full moon and all...
Okay. So today she stormed out twice. She started shouting. She went out of
her way to be agressive.Then as I walked out she had the balls to cry
because no one wants to work with her. She's been kicked off 1 shift and 2
buildings. Just because I have a way with people does not mean I deserve the
gift of this woman working with me. No.. really. I don't. Take this blessing
from me. I can't work with someone who glares at me and then actively
ignores me.. goes over my head constantly.. is blatantly setting me up.. and
is making it damn clear that she's trying to get me fired.
So today, there was no funny. I can't make what happened funny. I went in
the office. Declared Hostile Workplace and said that it has to be her or
me. It shouldn't be an debate. She's a temp. She has a record for being
moved from place to place and a file of complaints. Meanwhile you guys
wanted me back when I left! What's going on?! Does she have dirt on the
company? How long has she been planting the seeds that I'm out to get her?
Why do we get the special snowflakes? (Normal turn around for special
snowflakes is less than three months). YES ultimatums are not the way to go,
but how did you spend your night? I spent mine with my back to a wall and
not in a hot way. There are people who requested to come to our shift. One
cited that it's because he wants me as his boss.. So HOW is this even a
debate? Her or me?
Hells I spent all day forcing myself to sleep. The 2nd shift super was
advising me (on facebook no less) to stay cool because this is what she
wants. (Me to walk out) She assumes that if I'm gone she gets my job.
*flail* She's wrong, but that does me no good. I'll be out of a job.
*FLAIL* Oh my god! I loved Daria so hard. Well actually I would have a crush on Jane if she was real..and I squee that Biff Naked was the pimp chick that made moves on Jane in college. *Smirk* Dude, you know that a few years into college Jane became a total pimp herself.
Here's an episode to celebrate with.
- Mood:
jubilant
Slate looks up at me and simply goes "Mew". (I've yelled at her before for jumping at the birds near the window... it's loud.. it wakes me up and it's full of Cat Fail to attack birds with a window between them and us)
I half point at the bird (I'm still in shock at a bird walking into my apartment) and tell Slate.. "git it." Slate JUMPS from almost half way across the room and lands next to the bird. RARRR!!!
Needless to say There have been No More Pigeons coming near my windows in the past 2 hours. Finally the cat has more use than "generator of interesting stories,gas engine of destruction, halter of night time activities, and eater of food"
Okay... let's play a game! What's wrong with this clip. List what you find mind shattering WRONG with this Care Bears Clip! If enough people respond and enough LULZ are had, I'll post more horrible things from the 80's.
- Mood:
awake
First things first.
So I received my BluCigs in the mail before heading down to Kir's party. During the trip down a flash flood smacked I-84 (CT/NY line). My nerves the car I rented was NOT handling very well on the highway in the rain. I had a few moments where I thought "I wish I made better plans ïn case of my death." I joined the fleet of cars and trucks pulled over on the side of the road. It was then that I broke open my new Blu pack and "lit up" Now I only have ULTRA LIGHT: Vanilla and Java flavors. I can't say they taste like a real cig at all. Sorry, but this is not a equivalent. I mean there's a very light flavor but it's sort of like if you take a cigarette and hold your fingers between the filter and your lips. The flavor is VERY light. If you're a real hard core smoker, you'll hate them. Okay? I don't know how the Tobacco Flavor is.. but this is an ultra-ULTRA light flavored smoke. (it could be that I have ultra lights. I'm not a very big fan of Nicotine. It's the most addictive drug known to man and yet pot gets a bad rep? Nicotine has very few positive points, Pot\hemp has many. One is addictive and has a better lobby. The other has hippies and dying people.) I normally don't inhale deeply, but for this.. I have to inhale deep if I want to feel like it's a real smoke. Clove smokers. Don't bother. It's not going to help you at all. The "smoke"is actually water vapor and YES.. it's no different than real smoke..except that it has no smell. THIS is what I find awesome and why I endorse this product. Once you get past the fact that the smoke doesn't feel as "heavy"when you inhale it... it's the same thing. This "Smoke"that's actually just water vapor reacts the EXACT same way as tobacco smoke. I can still blow smoke rings and stand outside with the smokers at work. Except now.. I don't have to stand outside. I can smoke right at my desk or among my highly allergic friends. That's worth the compromise to me. So yeah. If you aren't someone who smokes Marb Reds, I would try them. Just be warned the flavored (Java, Vanilla) don't taste like tobacco. The wight is the same as a pen. So you can't let it just cling to the saliva on your lips, but you can clench it between your teeth.
Oh and I should admit to having a blue LED fetish. So the aesthetic of a black cig with a blue light clenched between my teeth just makes me pleased.
Second:
Anyone missing a I think size 6-8 sundress It says size Petite 8. I really REALLY doubt it belongs to anyone reading this, but I put a shout out on my Twitter as well. .
- Mood:
dirty - Music:Slipknot - Sulfer
I have had my adventures. I've even recovered from the weekend (such a
good and yet terrible weekend). I slept a full 8 hours in a real bed (and
not in a rental car at a reststop/bank parking lot/school parking lot)
Now is the time. I brought a 40 oz just for this. *takes long pull on her
blu (http://blucigs.com)* I can do this. *a deeper pull*
It's time to Clean Under The Bed.
I fully expect to find corpses under their. A pooka might have a freehold
under there.. it wouldn't shock me.
Okay. Enough delays. Let's do this *action pose* Let's spring clean.
SPRING CLEANING! *starts to rip through closet.. clothes fly everywhere*
Slate the Cat> well, shit. Someone must have mentioned the ex best friend-
Me> Shut up cat! Also you can't talk..
Door> *is knocked upon*
Me> Oh noez! Quiet Slate!
Cat> Stupid Twunt! I can't talk.
Me> Did you just call me a twunt?
Cat> mew.
Door> *is kicked by Ryan*
Me> Ryan!! For Fucks Sake! I'm pretending to not be home!
Ryan> Oh.*leaves*
Phone> *ring*
Friend> O Hai! I broke up with my boyfriend.
Me> again?
Friend> It was terrible- let's go out to someplace fancy.
Me> I slept in a car. Fancy will take me three showers. My eyes are puffy from too many cats at Saturday's party.
Friend> ha ha. Where u wnt 2 go? (She does talk like this in my mind)
Me> someplace light. I also ate crap food all weekend. Ribs and Chicken Wings. My stomach hates me.
Friend> how about smeplce with Fried Clams? I'm in the mood 4 that.
Me> My words, they mean nothing to you!
Friend> LOL (no.. really.. she says El Oh El)
Me> fine. Fried clams it is.
Paige's stomach> I hate you so much right now.
Later..
Setting.. The weathervane. Paige picks at her salad.
Friend> *nom nom nom*
Me> *folds napkin into ducks..*
Friend> rar rar..ex boyfriend.. rar rar..
Me> *defends exboyfriend..*
Friend> Shuld I call him? LOL?!
Me> if you have to ask, the answer is yes.
Friend> Whut if he doesn't wnt 2 tlk?
Me> *sigh*
Friend> Let's go to walmart!
-- fast forward.. but it should be noted that we had an argument about Twilight because she finds it romantic and she's older than I am.. --
Me> *arrives home* I feel weird.. Like at the onset of a really good shroom trip.. I think I need to laydown.
Clothes> *remain in a pile*
Me> *sleeps from 10pm-6am*
Clothes> *still here..on the floor... it bothers you.. doesn't it? We cause pathos!*
Me> Shut up clothes on the- oh huh.
Stomach> HA!
Bowels> Move now!
Me> 0_0;
Cat> * is knocked off the bed* Mwwaaaow!
Bowels> I is making a lot of noises and pretty sure you didn't eat this much food.. but here it is!
Me> *whimper*
City Water suply> Hey! Someone downtown is draining us! Someone is flushing a toliet with great vigor!
- Location:03060
- Mood:
crappy - Music:flushing toliet
Here's one such entry....
Now I gots to sleep because the ribfest is tonight. Good bye weight loss, hello nummy ribs for a good cause.
- Mood:
artistic
So I had this nightmare. It might be an interesting villain for someone to use in a RPG or a story. Have at it.
I gots to warn you, the concepts.. sorta disturbing. No. Not on drugs, I've been clean for a year and 6 months.(I have a little boy that worships the ground I walk on and that sorta thing affects you. ) No extreme spices.. nothing, I just had a strange dream. Make that extremely strange dream.
I wrote it down because it's really bothering me, and then tried to go about my day. (honestly. Saturday was a bust. The headache caused me to be all anti-social and cancel my Boston plans. )
There's no funny or moral to the story. I just woke up. That's the ending. The ending is I woke up and considered calling a doctor because clearly I'm insane. That's it. I'm insane. I called my friend instead, talked to her son for a bit and felt better, canceled my Saturday plans, wrote this entry..saved it then downed some Tylonal PM and went back to sleep for a few hours.
" But still, here's my dream and why I was all frazzled. I didn't make this up, this was the dream. I'm sure if I wanted to make a story I could make a better story with a better narrative, and I'm sure I forgot alot of it because it was about a hour before I thought to write it down. It might inspire someone for a story. Me? oh hells no, it was way to realistic of a dream for me. So someone can take it and use it as a concept or something. Bleh bleh. Take this mind worm from me and give me a nice bubble bath in exchange!
( Warning: offensive to me and maybe you. )
and that was it. that was the dream I woke up and I was just all messed up. I tried calling someone but what do you say? Ï know I'm an atheist but I drempt that there's no heaven at all. oh and that I'm a minor demon who gained sentience. Can I come over and play on the Wii?"
- Mood:
intimidated
This weekend was awesome. The week so far though? Poo. :P and I mean that. I came home and after finding my mailbox full of bills and only bills I thought "The only thing that'd make this day worse would be if the cat trashed the apartment while I was gone.". Wish granted. Clearly someone does NOT like the catfood I got her. It would be funny if I wasn't already in a foul mood.
Let us focus on the good though.. The Senate is going to revote on the Gay Marriage thing... I mean It's okay! PROTECT THE CHURCHES! PLEASE! It's OKAY! Nobody should force beliefs on someone else and that goes both ways. I payed all my bills AND my Rent. *home alone style "YES!"*
Also the latest car wreak on TV is also on Hulu Ï'm a Celebrity, Get me out of here." which I'm watching now. Then I'm going to down some hot coco and go to bed. Oh and the trailer for the new Twilight movie looks LOLWFUL!
Man, the weekend can not come soon enough. Bad things happen in threes, so I'm going to hope that the cat showing her Ï HATE YOUR FOOD CHOICE!" was number three and the rest of the week isn't going to be a downer. I mean it could be worse. I could be a celebrity so addicted to the spotlight that I do what those idiots are doing. (oh sure it's for a good cause but.. just donate the money you tools)
ïs that a real monkey?" Ohhhh Heidi...
- Location:03060
- Mood:
cranky
One of my alteregos has organized a showing of the twillight mst3k in
Boston. It's T-accessible.
This Saturday at 3pm. Respond and I'll give you directions. (It's at a
private residence)
BYOB
movie just hurt my brain... comments? I mean this is worse than the Star
Wars Life Day special. Wow. Just. Wow.
Yesterday I decided to "treat" myself to everyone's favorite white trash snack ... Hot Pocket. I don't own a microwave so I used the oven. Which makes me buying a box of Hot Pockets officially a STUPID PURCHASE for me to have made. (they take a half hour to cook in the oven) Well this is my fault. I bought em. I already knew better.. They were on sale and I wanted to show that while they sound disgusting, they aren't that bad... because they aren't. It's just a stupid purchase to have made when neither my friend or I own a microwave. I'll have my popcorn with real butter and bacon salt, than you very much.
So yesterday the two of us are on the phone talking. She's cooking hers and I'm all "You aren't officially an American untill you eat a Hot Pocket, it's like a rite of passage, that and Ramen Noodles." Now I know the rules of a Hot Pocket. (middle cold.. corners HOT... so I gingerly bite to make sure I'm not going to melt my teeth. So far so good. Second bite. OH NO! TO HOT! I recoil but as I do the cheese or sauce or something erupts from the pastry and splatters on my chin. I do one of those silent screams. I run to the bathroom and well long story short, I have a burn on it. Not a red spot. A burn.. skin not there, physical indent burn. One of those ïf I was a pussy and this was McDonalds I'd be filing a suit" burns. As in a Ï wish I had a cool story to go with how i got this scar on my chin, but let it be known.. Hot Pocket.. and I don't even own a microwave"
SO I get to work and Nev's all checking out wound and commenting that at least it'll look like an interesting scar.. sorta badaas.. right on the jaw line. I notice she's not talking all that much. Turns out she scalded the inside of her mouth. Hot Pockets. Punishment for when home cooks decide to be lazy.
But the story isn't over yet! Oh no!
So after work I go to CVS. I should get some anti-scar and burn stuff. . While there I decide to pick up some new shampoo. The Expensive nice Smelling Stuff is on Sale. SO I'm trying to decide between Cocconut Milk and Shea Butter Shampoo. I open up the cocconut one to smell it. I can't smell it... so i give the bottle a squeeze. It explodes shampoo all over my face, shirt and you guessed it. right onto the burn. Oh yes children.. at 8am at CVS there was screams of pain from the shampoo issle of CVS. Interesting fun fact. Shea butter helps with scars. Unfortantly, that's not the shampoo I was covered in at that moment.
Serriously though. Everything is cool and it's a funny story. Le burn is already healing nicely.
- Music:Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend (Radio Edit) | Powered by Last.fm
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Edit: removed giveaway of review copies of stuff.
- Mood:
content
I used to sneek out of church when I was in 8th grade. There was this show called Ren and Stimpy. It was on Cable. There was one TV in our school/church that had cable and I knew how to pick the lock to that classroom. I also knew that I could jump from Derek's desk and get out the window if I had to.. To be caught skipping first and second lesson (both old testement) would mean more than just the standard belting, I'd probly be suspended again. I didn't care. I had all that bullshit memorized. I already knew the reading was the standard story of King David's fall. I could easily paraphrase anything the reader said while I was gone. Let them beat the shit out of me.
I wanted to see this new show that was "so bad for kids." They said the Simpsons was a terrible show. They made us write letters for about two weeks straight which is an eternity when you're a kid. None of us had ever seen "the Simpsons" It was some show that aired on a TV network that didn't exist where we lived. You had to have a sat dish to see it. Luckily our neighbors did and I would be home from school at 4 and they would get home at 6. It gave me plenty of time to crawl into their basement window. I would break in and set up their Betamax to record. (it was in the basement, and they never used it) Of all the times I tried, I was only able to break in and record twice, the other times I found no tape in the player when I went to retrieve it, The two episodes of the Simpsons that I saw had convinced me that our school was full of crap. Did my teachers even watch this show? Bart wasn't really a BAD kid.What the hell we were kicking the kids from St. Pats until they ate mud (literally) and yet this cartoon kid who skateboarded was a "Menace?" We where beating up the catholic kids with full permission for christ sake! It was for their own good of course. Sometimes you have to hurt a sinner so he sees his error of his ways. Worshiping a false idol. The Virgin mother. Oh my GOD. Worse than being an atheist. That and the stupid uniforms. Catholics where like a cult and we beat the ever living fuck out of them any chance we could. At least for a 2 years or so. Eventually all that crap stopped when we started realizing that the kids from St. Pats didn't want to be going to that stupid catholic school any more than we wanted to be going to our stupid school. The catholic kids. they had access to music though. Like real music.and they weren't picked on for wanting to listen to something that was on the radio (the words of an adult can be so powerful when you're a kid. ) But most importantly. John from St. Pat's told me.. the Simpons wasn't about the devil or anything like that. It was about a family that wasn't perfect, like real families and they could get away with it because it was animated.
So that was my act of rebellion. Animation. Running off during church and trying to watch Ren and Stimpy.
Eventually my parents realized how insane Zion was and ripped my brother from it. I entered highschool and the world of VHS. My parents would let us watch whatever we wanted to watch as long as one of them watched the show with us or before us. (not every time... only once. So my dad would watch and epiosde of MST3K and see that it wasn't about buggering kids and after that we could watch MST3K whenever we wanted..if we could find someone to record episodes for us) So Simpsons was A-Okay. Batman:TAS my dad loved and Eek the Cat cracked him up. (Those shows where on fox but not that I was in highschool I had sane friends)
My sophomore year of High School I started to grow a little bit. My best friend Nikki informed me that I should date Andy. Andy likes cartoons like you like cartoons. You should date. So like that, I was dating Andy, who's last name I don't remember. Andy introduced to to Animation from Japan. To watch it though you had to KNOW someone, and Andy Knew Someone.. His best friend Adam was obsessed with Japan and wanted to be a teacher there. Adam's parents would send him back and forth to Japan and home, Or something like that. My first anime was Akira. I think it was everyone's first (if you're my age) It was amazing to me. The concepts the way there was no spunky talking animals, The kids were angry punks and they where asian and not some stupid kids like on the sitcoms. This Jap-amation thing seriously rocked! I was hooked. It was like a real movie, but a cartoon!
Well things fell apart between Andy and myself. That was it for my ability to watch Japanimation until college. In college I met other people who liked japamniation. Slowly it being called Anime now. It's Animation but not Disney stuff.. it's for adults (Because you know as a teenager I as such an adult) Then Real Player allowed people to encode episodes of shows and we could synch up text files to work as subtitles. We could exchange these files over IRC and Blam! No more having to find someone with a Laserdisk player. Eventually VHS tapes by people like Manga Corps started to hit the scene and we college students were all over it. Then came Conventions.
Now it's 2009. I'm convinced Japan fucking hates us. HATES US. See since the demise of Macekre the truth comes out.
A majority of anime seems to be a glimpse into some sort of Hell calling itself Japan. Japan has been overrun by large eyed white people. Sometimes these white people have neon colored hair but are in no way part of any alternative subculture that would have neon hair. These White Devils sometimes have BLACK friends who have huge lips. The likes we ain't seen since the 30's. Lordy lordy! Unless they join the police force. Then they're giving some sort of Bee Stung Lips Reducer. (Of course then the jaws swell up but that's a side effect of being MANLY. Black women don't exist, so no worries there.. Sometimes there are old people who really want sex. More than any other character. But they can not have sex. For they are Old. There is no sex for old people.. EVER.. besides Everyone in this Japan is in HIGHSCHOOL. Even if they look 10 years old or 40 years old It's ALWAYS highschool. Highschool is hell afterall. Hell by the way is run by some STUDENT COUNCIL. A Student Council has more power than the government in Anime Japan
Every woman is EXPECTED to be a good cook and if she brings something to the table that does not look perfect, everyone reacts with HORROR! QUE HORROR! They will loudly discuss how terrible and oh no! The heavens will fall and the woman will be shamed. 'This inability to cook will be a CHARACTER TRAIT. Also all women are either TomBoy, CUTE, Hapless, Asskicker with big boobies or ..no.. that's it. you have those choices, but as a girl you have many different hair styles and colors to pick from.
Skinny beige fleshed boy will be the ULTIMATE at whatever he does by the power of friendship, Childhood promise fulfilled and an awesome mentor (who will die.. because this is hell) There is no other option. Also, he'll have girls throw themselves at him for no good reason and he'll be in a love triangle or harem but never actually have sex. EVER.
Also there will be a white person who dresses in traditional japanese garb and work at a dojo. For some reason the white person will have some strange power or just be an awesome fighter or something. This is Japan's way of saying "we don't hate ALL of you americans. Some of you have made an attempt to embrace our culture after you NUKED US."
Oh and there's always a dramatic wind when super hot tall white person walks by. Super tall White Person must be androgynous.
OKay I"m done. I could go on for hours.
But see? Japan as presented in Anime is actually hell. And the only people in hell are westerners.
I''m inspired to write but I'm to tired. Ain't that the way it goes? It's
8 am and it still looks like it could be 4 out there. My body is yelling at
me to take advantage of the sun not glaring in at me. This is one of
those days where you end up talking to someone and getting this grand
insight into how the öther" ticks. The type of person that you can't relate
to,
I wish I could find ways to explain what I realized, but this is the
fourth time trying to write this journal entry and I just can't because when
I do.. it sounds very wanky or rambly. In a nutshell... I was home and
airing out my apartment. I had just emptied the trash and after returning I
had my door cracked open to let fresh air flow around the place. Ryan
stopped by. He didn't SAY Ï noticed it was 4am on a Saturday Night and you
were HOME and the door was open and I was worried so I came to see if you
were okay.." but it was in bold face print between the lines. So Ryan and
I talked for a long time. I started to realize, that here's this guy who in
a Teen Movie would be the BIG DUMB JOCK... but unlike the movies, There's
this guy inside who's slowly coming to terms with the fact that he might NOT
be smart and that no matter how hard he tries, he ISN'T going to keep up.
So he wears the mask that he knows. The big tough guy who will KICK YOUR
ASS if you cross him. Prior to tonight I was always like.. HA HA.. that
idiot.. but after tonight, I'm starting to think that he's maybe not
ignorant and rather just.. not smart, It seems like he wants to try but he
just can't.
I gave Ryan a few shots of Vodka and sent him to bed. (there was nothing
he could do about his lost job at 4am. a few good hours of sleep should
clear his brain and as Big Bull as Ryan is, I'm safe with him. The guy ) I
can't pick on him anymore. Somewhere in there is a guy coming to that stage
of life of self realization.
So for my writing friends having to write the big dumb jock character...
what if the guy is AWARE that he's not so bright, He can keep up with what
people say but what he wants to say is always on the tip of his tongue, and
that's why he keeps up the Macho Football Player Tude years after it's okay
do to so?
Anyway. I think I'll take advantage of this rainy weather and catch up on
some sleep.
- Mood:
sleepy
The butterfly effect is when you're at a party and plan on leaving at 3. Then a friend from NYC visits the party and you haven't seen him in over a year. Your mental alarmclock is ringing to tell you that running on coffee fumes is no different than running on meth fumes. Soon ýou'll be swatting at bugs, no matter how awake you FEEL. You down a Mountain Dew and tell your brain to shut up. The mental alarm clock kicks off snooze mode a few minutes later and starts buzzing. You ignore it.. and press forward with the socializing. Eventually your brain and goes home without you. So you are left with the dumb.
Once you're left with the dumb you have no choice but to go home.
You go home and as you drive, your phone alerts you to a storm watch. You tweet this (NeonUmbra) to local tweeps and other people that might not get the msg.
Of course the time is now 4pm on a saturday night. Because you live downtown some dick out for a Saturday night stole your parking spot. You have no choice but to park in the lake (my name for the huge pot hole that could possibly float a boat.. and may have rainbow trout and ducks..
You have the dumb. So you go home and sleep the sleep of the dead.
8pm the cat wakes you up. She does this sometimes when there's danger. My windows are open and the storm has hit. Half asleep I shut the windows and go back to sleep, I even think to myself. Wow. that is a crazy downpour. I bet there will be flooding.
And Lo, flooding there was. My car flooded. How bad was it? I sat down and water seeped out of the seat like a sponge. My seeped water as I walked. I arrived at work five minutes late. You could hear the wet squishing sound as I walked down the hall. Because I was late and because my car was flooded I spent a good hour with a shop vac drying my car. I didn't take a break, I didn't have a chance to eat. Because I didn't eat my mood crashed terribly around 4.
Shawn had some left over Chinese food of dubious origin. We both devored that stuff like wakas consume LadySybilla's crazy.
And just like the Potato Moon saga, it left us with explosive gastronomical problems.
Because of humorous and smelly gastronomical problems things went pretty crazy at work. Somehow I ended up wearing tape around my forehead and sword fighting with a plastic tube against one of the guys who was wearing tape around his waist and fighting with two shipping tubes . Years for of pretending to be the Dread Pirate Roberts as a little girl pays off decades later.
If someone were to ask what we were doing.. The answer would be. It's Saturday.. What are YOU doing? If someone asked me what I was thinking as manager going around playing pirates I dunno..but not only is everything done, but I even bonus emptied the trash, We continue to rock the numbers and we have people wanting to defect to join our shift. I think swashbuckling while passing wind is perfectly reasonable.
Of course no one showed up early and we were mostly normal acting by the time first shift arrived. Except I forgot I had tape on my forehead. ^_^;
So after work I decided to stop at walgreens for something. I don't remember what. Maybe sanity pills. While there I saw a cat toy. A pirate ship cat toy. Well Ahoy! See, whenever I think of my friend from NYC I think of pirates (because of the parties we used to have together) and also I have alot of ice cubes left over and that's piratey (you didn't click the link if yoúre wondering why ice has to do with pirates) and and.. I was clearly in a crazy state of mind. So because of a friend showing up yesterday I bought a pirate ship for my cat and bought a bunch of bottled water so I can make iced tea for ice cubes that are all piraty. (Friday they flushed the pipes so there was a little bit of ick to the tap water around here)
As I'm leaving Walgreens with my bounty in hand (yar!) Therés this crack ho on the sidewalk. If she wasn't a crack ho then it was a damn good attempt at trying to be one. She was maybe 90 pounds, gums receding, and I haven't seen that much makeup and blue eyeshadow since the 80s (that's me joking, I don't remember the 80s... but if i did remember the 80's I'm sure I'd think this woman belonged there)
So Cracky McHo starts to beg me for some change except there's something.. Yeah.. she really does look like she's in pain. I look at her eyes. She's lucid and she's not tweeking. Her story is that she's short a few bucks to get her meds. Normally I'd walk right past someone asking for change but this chick was curled up like a crushed bug.
I tell her that I'll pay what I can of her script if she goes in with me and picks it up. If not..then we'll forget this conversation ever happened.
Her eyes widen. I'm waiting for her to say no. But really, she's just surprised someones willing to help her out.
So we go back in together and ho-ly ho! She was telling the truth. She had a prescription waiting for her for a bladder infection. (yeah I'm not shocked either) So she starts crying because she was in so much pain that she could hardly walk and she was just short five bucks. I'm like.. feh what kinda dick would I be if I passed up someone curled up in pain so I could get home and play with the stuff I got just "cuz it's neat". So this whole day because Farrm showed up for maybe one hour on Saturday afternoon.
- Mood:
restless
- Mood:
crazy
And this really is how the documentation reads.. for everything..
everything. (See the picture)
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