today in my business class i had to sit thru the most b o r i n g of presentations. my mind wandered all over the place i kood not in any way, pay attention….ethical this…whistleblower that…and on and on and on. I knew a few of the people in the group so my friend and i pulled faces at them and held up signs saying you suck or your balls are showing which we felt to be quite necessary considering. I know a little bit of sign language so i signed i like naked boys amongst random words and symbols. of course it was not understood what i was doing. meh. anything to get me by, i say. Then this pathetic girl behind me starts crying cuz she forgot her coat in her math class and i am like, “Shh, calm down. get it later. hey, is it ugly?” she’s all, “what so you mean?” “Well, would sumwun wanna steal it or is it beyond ugly and thus unstealable?” “IT’S FROM THE GAP!” then she storms outta the rume. hmmmmph.
we gave the group 60% which i thought was very generous.
i think this is the worst post i have ever placed in my blog.
i’m going to eat now and then off to hardware heLL.
Oh yes it is fun to be pasty pale and then wear black to look more pale and stick a finger in yer mouth in a hoteL RooM and then pile a bunch of baLLooNs in the background for no apparent reAson.
man – this morning i was hunGover before i even got outta Bed. i sorta shuffLed around my niteStand for a bottle of water and guzzled it down like a desperate cameL, sadbastard style, it was. uhhghhhmmmm….”please pass the advil. just put it in my mouth. thankYou.”
i always feel scuzzed-out the next morning after lotsa weed the previous day cuz i lay in bed for as long as possible and i won’t get out until i am absolutely done thinking about all the things i planned to think about thinking
bah. and so laying there entails touching at my face and sleeping on my head and wiping my face in my greasy pillowysweat haha
so cute
and i toss and turn like a nutcase and i talk in my sleep and kick randomly and decide i MUSt listen to this song or that song or whutever.
i’ve fukkin’ had it with Hardware. i’m nothing but a bitch. “Cut this key” bitch. “Go get some Ice Melt” bitch. “Your hair is too weird for our store” bitch. “Go help that old guy with plumbing” bitch. “Go get me a coffee cuz you’re an hour late” bitch.
Today i was treated like a slave. move this. move that. go over there. come back. go over there. don’t ask too many questions…just do it.
I am NOT YOUR FFUKIN’ ROBOT!
hmmmph. the customer is not always rite, yuh’know. the customer, in fact, is irrational, demanding and a ffukin’ twat when it comes to hardware. i swear. one time this guy wanted me to cut him 30 copies of the same key. so i do it, rite.
Buddy comes back ten minutes later cuz none of the keys work and he is going AWOL on me. ffuker, i’ve been working here for two years, i am not retarded. then he’s all, “Well, this key you copied from doesn’t really work but i thought since you run it thru machine it fix itself. yah?”
jesus. ok. deep breath. “Look buddy, you just made me make 30 friggin’ copies of a key that DOESN’t work! You wonder WHY these keys don’t work!?!?”
I only sorta lost it on him. i went out for a walk around the block and had a smoke.
one day my friend and i decided to be maLLrats simply becuz we were awake on a monday about 3 in the afternoon and what else is there to do? There’s a new section added to Square One (the mall) and iNnit are all these futuristic-like stores and kiosks and the architecture is very, “you’re stuck in suburbia but it’s ok because you are walking thru a galaxy of coolness.” So this one store we are seduced into is ‘e x p l O r u s’ and it gave me this weird feeling that i just couldn’t describe without sounding like a retard. First of all, the patrons there wear these long blue surgical jackets, they are all women who stand with their arms crossed and with frowns on their faces. Everything is flush, the knick-knacks on shelves and the displays are completely clutter-free. I felt all panicky trying to look at e v e r y t h i n g. There was just too much to look at. Sorta like the contents of some dot com store or “We have it all” “This is where you buy your presents.” I love and hate e x p l O r u s. The name is a contradiction in itself BEcuz the patrons follow you around and after you touch something they like, wipe it off and put it back the “right way” There is no room for exploring.
also, everything in this store, e v e r y t h i n g is the perfect gift for someone or something you would want. It makes me mental! There is a little table in the back with little chairs and a bucket of crayons for people to write but NO PAPER! so of course there are tags and graffiti all over the table. My friend and i squished ourselves into the seats and pulled out our own paper and colored for a few minutes. When we got up a patron came over and tucked in our chairs! gawdDammit. This really ticked me off so i went over and pulled my chair out agen. I made sure she didn’t see me do this becuz i was sorta frightened she would yell at me. that is so weird. i was just happy with the thought of her finding the chair later on un-tucked and then she would be all pissed-off and huffy and she would have to tuck it back in.
we made sure to put all these dolls into kama sutra positions for kix before we left. it was the rite thing to do. I took a Foto of e x p l O r u s before we left and felt like i mite be arrested for it. i don’t think i will be going back.
here is a snap of my neice hailey. she is so co-operative when i take her picture. she lets me mess up her hair all crazy and i say smile and make sweet eyes and then she does it. it is hard to get mad at her when she is bad. she gets super-hyper and is addicted to lipgloss and sez, “Where’s my pretty?” which means “Please go find me my chapstick so i can smear it all over my face before i start screaming. thank you.”
just went to pizza pizza with my buddy ward. we are both completely broke and had to comb the carpet for nickels. we are so sad and pathetically hungry. the guy at the pizza shoppe was all sleazy and i was a complete bitch saying it is like 11 pm and what else does he have to do besides go back there and make me a friggin’ pizza regardless of me paying for it in pennies and quarters and loonies i’m hungry now gawdDammit! and so i go out to the car to clean out the ashtray of dimes and he’s all like, “Is that yore gurLfrend?” to my bud and ward’s like, “uhhm no.” and the sleaze pizzaGuy is like, “Oooooh sometimes yes, sometimes no.” what a fukkin’ dullard. anyhow we got him to put on all the toppings i wanted becuz i am the best at manipulating storeclerks into bending the rules with my overt charm anD goodLooks. bwahahah. nahh. it’s cuz i get scarey when i am hungry and it is after eleven o’clock on a tuesday nite and i want pizza and i have managed to put together ten dollars. dammit. what will i eat tomorrow?
