I Hate the Phone Wednesday, Jun 4 2008

but I wish you’d call.

This is one thing I REALLY need to stop dwelling on, its ridiculous. I have a great life, honestly. I could use a new job, but other than that, things are perfect. I can, with my entire heart, say that things have never been better than they have been the past couple months. So, why am I still dwelling on some sailor trapped in Virginia? I can’t answer that, I wish I could. I’d like to know the answer just as much as everyone else. I think it’s because I’m a talker. I can’t have an argument and not talk to the person face to face until its settled. I think the reason I’m still dwelling, is because he left with no words whatsoever and hasn’t said anything since. Friendships are stupid, honestly. Why have someone close to you, better yet, why get so close to someone, who isn’t going to get close back? I think that’s what I meant to say. I have no idea. All I know, is that someone I thought I was very close to and I thought was just as close back, left without a word. I thought I knew him, guess not. Its making me wonder about everything else I think I know. Maybe I don’t really know those things, either? Ugh, time. Time time time, as much as it can bring you up, it can shut you down just as easily. Eew, fuck the Navy.

On the bright side, Ian got his early birthday present from me on Monday. I paid for a five hour session on his sleeve. We came to find that that was too long of a session for him to handle and needless to say, he’s in a lot of pain, haha. It looks awesome, though. Only about an hour left until his sleeve is completely finished. I have tattoo fever, now. No bueno, never is, lol. I get my stomach piece finished on July 19th and I’m super stoked. Anyways, Ian’s birthday isn’t for another month, but I couldn’t wait and I wanted him to have his sleeve as soon as possible. I get too excited about the gifts I get for people, haha. I always end up telling them, or giving it to them early. I need to try and contain myself.

Fuck, I haven’t posted in forever. I think its almost around the two week mark. What a shame. My views, comments, all my stats - have dropped dramatically. I know there are a lot of people who love reading my stuff, sorry guys :/ but, I’m trying to make a comeback. Its not like I don’t have time, I have all the time in the world, lately. I graduated, quit my job, so all I do is sit at home, or sit at Ian’s house. I HAVE THE TIME, why the hell haven’t I posted? Fuck if I know. I’m going to get back on this, though. Full swing like before. Of course, I say that now, but one of two things will probably happen now that I said that - 1) I’ll get a job and not have time anymore or 2) I really won’t, even if I have the time, haha. Ohhhh shit, my arms hurt for some reason.

I did the funniest thing last night. Ok, so I quit Cold Stone about two weeks ago. The owner of the one I worked at owns two other stores in my area. So, last night, I decided to apply to one of the other neighbor stores, that she doesn’t own, lol. Its not that I didn’t like my job, I fucking loved that job, I just couldn’t work that dumb broad anymore. So, that’d be hilarious if I got that job, because I know the store I was working at - went to complete SHIT after I left, its rather entertaining.

Ohhhhh dear, I’m bored and I feel useless.

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Ten Dolla Bill Sunday, Apr 27 2008

I need to stop jumping to conclusions. I’ve found myself doing that more than usual, lately. It hit me yesterday at work, when I got a ten dollar tip.

I was working alone from five to six, which is the period of time between when the opening shift manager leaves, I come on, and the first crew member comes on. We weren’t busy…at all. I had three customers that entire hour. My story is about two of them, it was an odd looking couple. The girl looked twelve, was around four feet, ten inches tall, and weighed probably ninety pounds. The guy had to be at least six feet tall and easily over two hundred and fifty pounds. They didn’t look clean, well-kept, and not to stereotype, but they didn’t look like they had a whole lot of money, either. They were the nicest people ever, though. Struck up a good conversation and kept a smile on my face. The girl got a like it size of plain banana ice cream and the guy got a gotta have it size of cheesecake ice cream with cherries mixed in. Not a hard order, whatsoever. I’ve handled a group of thirty people, by myself, with no tip before.

So, we get to the register to ring the couple up and they’re total comes to seven dollars and fifty two cents. I slide their debit card, hand them the slip to sign, check the tip after they hand it back so I can key it in, and notice ten dollars, for a total of seventeen dollars and fifty two cents. I was thinking, “Nah, they probably meant one dollar”, so I asked the guy, “Oh, this is a ten dollar tip, are you sure about that?” He just smiled and they walked out the door.

Jumping to conclusions, when this couple walked in, I was thinking, “Oh man, another dollar tip. Four more and I can get Subway.” What if these people were loaded and just don’t let it effect how they were before the money? No one would ever know. Maybe they’re just nice people. Maybe they don’t have the money, but love making people smile. You don’t know, I don’t know, but these people honestly changed my perspective.

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Shit, Shit, and more Shit Saturday, Mar 29 2008

I’ve been extremely irritable the past few days, or past two weeks? Yeah, that’s more like it. This is basically one big FUCK YOU to just about everything that’s pissed me off recently. Whether its happened directly to me, or someone close to me.

Starting at the top, I guess.

What the hell kind of person feeds you lies, upon lies, and makes you feel really good, then completely contradicts themselves? You talk to someone everyday for awhile and things are awesome, then they just stop. From the get-go, this person claims that you’re “not another number on their list” and really make you believe that you’re not, then DAMN, what do you know!? Oh shit, you’re another number. They get what they want and peace out. Not that I’m pointing fingers, or anything, but apparently, I was number sixty-one.

Work, fuck work. Fuck Cold Stone and everything about this place. The people I work for and the people I serve. Seriously, first off, your goddamn six year old DOES NOT need a gotta have it size, its too damn big. Why would you let your kid lick the sneezguards? Are you stupid? They have that name for a reason, I hope your kid gets a disease and starts rotting from the inside out. Don’t order something, then tell me you want a replacement mix-in, AFTER I’ve already put the original in. If you’re going to order more than one of the same thing, tell me at the same time, so I can make them together, ESPECIALLY if it includes peanut butter. Also, don’t be friends with a co-worker who has higher power than you, that’s all I have to say about that. Oh yeah, and fuck your cakes. I’m sick of decorating impossible shit for you and not getting shit in return. You just bought a $30 cake, tip me a dollar at least you stuck up piece of shit. I had to ice my wrist for an hour after finishing a cake order, the bitches didn’t give me shit for it. They took it and left. FUCK YOU, TOO!

DON’T tell someone you love them, then completely contradict everything that the word consists of. Hellooooo, do you know what love is, you shitbag? That doesn’t mean you lay there with someone, tell them you love them, then ignore them for a week (while also being an asshole about everything). What the fuck is that? Figure out what it really means, before you say it.

Make sure you know who you’re talking about, before you talk about them. If you go to strip clubs and decide to talk about how big of whores the girls are to a friend, make sure that friend ISN’T friends with the stripper, first! Actually, fuck that, the proper name is DANCER and don’t talk shit unless you know the story. Did it ever occur to you pussy-driven dickheads that maybe some of those girls don’t even want to dance for your money? Did it ever occure to you that maybe their life is a little bit more complex than yours that they have to dance for your shitbag self to get by? Yeah, exactly. Don’t talk to me about dancers, fuck off.

Dude, people sleep. Don’t constantly text someone bitching because they haven’t texted you back. Hello, dipshit, its 3am, I’d like to sleep and really, as much as I pretend to give a shit, I really don’t care what you have to say, anyways. There’s a few, rare, people that I will wake up to talk to at 3am, and odds are, it isn’t you. Get over it and leave me alone. Oh, also, some of us work, don’t expect instant responses all the fucking time. Chill your shit out and unfuck yourself, then we’ll talk.

Don’t make a promise so someone who cares more about you than life itself, that you’ll do something…then not fucking hold your word. If there’s someone who cares about you so much, they literally make themselves sick over it, don’t promise them you won’t get drunk three or four times a week…then do it three nights in a row. Its called a little respect.

For God’s sake, stop stalking people. If you dated a guy and he has a new girlfriend, don’t think that their business is your business. He moved on, maybe you should, too. Don’t stalk his new girlfriend, seriously. I don’t mean looking at her myspace and seeing who she is, I mean literally, finding EVERYTHING out about this girl and literally going out to find her just to see what she does, where she goes, who she’s with, etc. Its creepy. Stop. I don’t care how in love with this guy you are or were, fucking stop.

Hmm…

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