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[Dec. 22nd, 2006|03:41 am] |
• i was complimented 3 times today by total strangers. (two on my hair and one girl that kept staring at me in the line at old navy. finally, she said, "i'm sorry. i don't mean to stare at you, but you're very beautiful and i love watching your facial expressions.") talk about making a persons day!
• my father called me...just to say hi...we talked for 45 minutes about movies, music, the family. i said i wanted to work at the post office. ($16 an hour to start?! sign me up, bitches!) he said, "yeah, that's a good job. you get every holiday off, good pay, good benefits and, *pause* you get to wear those little shorts," he added sarcastically. i laughed. he laughed. we all laughed. my first successful conversation with my father. it wasn't forced or awkward. there was no undertone of anger or resentment. i'm looking forward to our next conversation. maybe i'll even call him.
• despite my relationship, living and job situation and the fact that my car, after fixing 7 recalls, is on the edge of death...again, i'm feeling overcome with happiness and i am constantly on the verge of happy tears.
• i have just finished the annual watching of rudolph the red nosed reindeer while wearing toe socks and drinking egg nog. winter is officially here.
• i have been thinking about all of you and, while i don't know many of you in real life or keep up with you the way i should, i miss you sometimes. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2006|08:34 pm] |
today, i bought a french vanilla cappuccino. well, that’s what i ordered. what i got was a hot chocolate, though i didn’t realize it until i was already half way to my car.
it made me feel the same as when you decide that you will eat the onion ring at the bottom of your french fry carton.
except, i like hot chocolate and i’m allergic to onions. |
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| random shannon-isms |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|08:46 am] |
me: lets watch a movie. want to watch tombstone?
shannon: eh. not really.
me: do you not like tombstone or you just don't like westerns?
shannon: i really don't care for westerns, oh! i love fivel goes west.
*after watching a tampon commercial. the one where the group of friends is trying to get their female friend who's on her period to get in the pool*
shannon: i can't tell if they're trying to sell tampons or stop people from swimming.
*eating cheesburger macaroni after smoking..munchies!*
mmmm! this tastes like mini cheeseburgers trapped between two cheese walls!
*while watching sleepy hollow*
shannon: christopher walken is so weird, but in an awesome weird way. i think he eats people. on sunday mornings while reading the paper, like most people eat donuts or bagels. oh, and i think those *points to the screen* are his real teeth.
*during a depressing/stressful day, after buying those animal crackers with frosting on top, still crying*
shannon: sometimes *takes a bite* all you need *sniffles* is a good old school cookie. *smiles*
shannon: jes, i’m so glad i picked you. not that i really had much to choose from.
me: *laughing* you make it seem like we were on the bachelor and i made it to the final rose ceremony.
shannon: yeah, like i had so many girls falling over me and i picked you over all of them, when actually, it's more like, i’m glad i picked you over being single for the rest of my life. |
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[Aug. 15th, 2006|01:12 pm] |
today at 2:14am, for the first time in over a year, i started my period.. actually, it was a small spot of blood in my pajama bottoms and then it was over, but the cramping and bitchiness has set in and may stay for the required 3 to 5 days.. brace yourselves, kids..
in a related story, shannon woke up early this morning, got ready for work, and then left before 6:03am without telling me goodbye.. i didn't even know she was gone until i woke up and realized she wasn't there.. which, because i'm overly emotional and because she doesn't leave for work until 6:30 and never leaves without saying goodbye, made me sob uncontrollably.. all those old thoughts came rushing back to me..
she doesn't love me anymore.. she's seeing someone else.. she's avoiding me.. she must be angry with me.. what did i do to upset her? why am i so unlovable?
i went on like this until i was left with a soggy pillow and enough snot to destroy a warehouse full of tissue.. which means, about 20 minutes, when i heard her key in the door..
when she walked in, i ran into her arms and covered her face with my tearful snotty kisses.. she had gone to the store and bought me chocolate, pamprin and a peach.. she reassured me of her love and devotion and then left for work.. i've never been with anyone so thoughtful before.. i'm most excited about my peach.. i would never eat a peach because i think they taste awful, but i love rubbing them against my cheeks..
normally, i find a way to end my entries.. to make them seem more solid.. this time, it's only 8:44am.. my day has just begun.. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2006|03:07 pm] |
i'm in a writing mood today, but i have nothing to say.. and no, i'm not in a rhyming mood, that was just coincidence..
there's this girl in one of the communities i'm a member of that hates me.. not even hates me.. she downright loathes me.. and i've never really said anything to her that would warrant such a hatred.. it's not that it bothers me, i just find it interesting that, for every comment i make and every entry i post, she's always there to call me a "shallow bitch" or make some off the wall comment about me.. i imagine that she walks around with a notebook just thinking of insults to hurl at me.. i'm flattered..
we bought new toothpaste.. crest baking soda whitening with tartar protection in fresh mint flavor.. i just tried it out.. my teeth and tongue are blue.. well, not after-eating-popsicle blue, but blue-ish.. enough to be noticable.. i can't wait for shannon to use it before work tomorrow.. ha! i'm so evil..
sometimes when i'm cooking or watching tv or getting out of the shower or sleeping or, well, often, shannon comes up behind me and humps the shit out of me while we both make exaggerated sex noises.. afterward, we always laugh like it's the funniest thing ever, which makes us 10 years old, but last night, after laughing, she said, "ooh, that'd be awesome if you could actually feel something".. and somehow we started laughing about sayings such as, "it's like throwing a hot dog down a hallway".. one of the phrases we came up with was, "is that a tic-tac in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
oh, i hope we never grow up.. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|01:10 pm] |
shannon's friend.. we had met several times before..
but i was always high.. couldn't remember what we ever talked about..
it seemed like i should have remembered her, so i asked, "what does your country's flag look like, again?"
because, if it was stacked triangles it would be nepal..
if it looked like pastel genocide then it would be israel...
red dots and anything in the EU i would have known..
but she said, "make believe"..
and i have never seen a flag decorated with make believe before..
i tried to imagine it..
and, because it is me, i imagined a flag with naked women with butterfly wings in beautiful blues, purples, pinks, greens, and sparkles..
i said, "i think i like that flag"..
she didn't say much after that..
it was when she let an, "eh?" slide after a statement that i knew she actually said, "maple leaf"..
and i was disappointed.. |
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| i know i'm just a mess that he don't wanna clean up |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|01:12 pm] |
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| adventures in retail |
[Dec. 14th, 2004|05:54 pm] |
° a white lady that accused me of being racist because we sold out of all the black cabbage patch dolls
° a woman who thinks she's a police officer.. she skulks in the corner and has a fake police badge that she carries in a buspass holder.. and a silver whistle.. when she sees a kid acting "suspicious" she growls, "what do you think you're doing?" and blows her whistle
° a 6'2 black woman who thinks that we look alike.. she towers over me as though i'm her mirror.. we happen to be wearing the same black pants and the woman says, "we could have done with a size smaller".. two days later, she comes back in to tell me she bought a watch because she thought it would look good on me and therefore it was bound to look good on her
° a woman that had us in a "code adam" for 30 minutes before realizing she left her kid at the super target next door
° a man who brings his 7 children in every tuesday afternoon to spill icee's on the floor for me to clean up |
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| toys 'r' us |
[Nov. 22nd, 2004|08:22 pm] |
at work, i rearranged the bratz™ section.. everything is now in perfect order.. the winter bratz™ are all together.. the slut bratz™ row is beautiful.. it made me happy for everything to be organized for once..
i sold a train set for $129.99 to a hispanic dude with the greenest eyes i've ever seen in my life.. and he wasn't wearing contacts.. i looked.. i couldn't stop looking.. i would have raped him, but his son was there.. and, despite what you've heard, i'm not that kinky..
i like it when people buy aquapets™.. because they're weird.. and on those very rare occasions when i get to be cashier, i get to put them in a very small bag..
there are at least 50 people each day that will smile back at me.. 20 that will ask a question and say thank you once they receive an answer.. 10 that will say something like, "wow! you are so nice".. and, believe it or not, i get 2 or 3 compliments each day about my physical appearance..
most of the time, my customers are old people.. i adore old people.. i love to listen to their stories.. i love how, most of the time, i can make even the crotchety ones smile.. i love how they call me "hun" or "dear".. i love how the old ladies like to hold my hand while we walk.. i love how the old men wink at me and say that if they were 100 years younger i'd be in trouble.. i used to volunteer at a retirement home.. once a week i'd go sit with them.. talk to them.. listen.. read.. sometimes they'd ask me to sing to them.. i miss that.. i just didn't realize how much until i started writing this..
oh and twenty-somethings in ponytails and sweat pants always come in and buy stuffed animals.. really soft ones.. i'll bet they go home and put them on their beds.. i think about how clean their sheets must be.. soft, white expensive sheets.. pink comforter.. tons of throw pillows.. and one little pillow in the front with a phrase on it like, "home is where you lay your head" or "friends are family"..
working in retail is a lot like long boring drives in the middle of the night, but sometimes people's lights are on and you can see what they hang on their walls, and whether or not they are watching tv.. |
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