I don't know what's going on.
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
People must really hate their kids come Christmas.
Today, I overheard a woman scolding her kid today at work. It was reaching over the shopping cart from Sears she'd brought into the store, and she kept telling it not to touch anything. Finally she slapped it's hand away and said, "I'm going to sell you one of these days, you know that!"
On Saturday, I was fixing the Christmas cards and these ladies were buying cards with their little girl. They'd picked the one they wanted, and were ready to leave. The kid didn't want to go, and kept saying she wanted to "stay in the card store." One of the women said, "Well then you're gonna just stay here while we go home." The little girl said again, "I want to stay in the card store!" The other dyke mother said, "Well good, we don't want you to come home."
Another time, a lady dragged her daughter up the register with some thing, and quickly whispered, "Just stash it away." Then she turned to her little girl, who was holding some doll or butterfly thing, and commanded, "Give it to me so I can pay for it." The kid seemed really scared, and wouldn't give it to her. The lady told her again, and then reached out and tried to snatch it. The lady said, "Give it to the man so he can ring it up and you can have it!" The girl looked at me and reluctantly gave it up. I rang it up, and gave the lady her bag. She looked at the reciept, and said secretly, "Oh, I didn't want you to ring it up. Just stash it behind the register and act like I paid for it." I hadn't heard her fully the first time, so it hadn't clicked, but I suddenly played along. The girl was tugging on her mother's leg, and the woman turned and snapped, "Stop it! Let me pay for it so you can play with it in the car! If you keep this up, you won't get to see it until you get home." The girl looked at me and I smiled, and stuck the toy behind the register. I gave the lady her money, and she thanked me and pushed the kid out the store.
What a bunch of fucked up bitches.
1:00 AM
I'm going to try and start posting in this again. Don't hold your breath, but I'll do my best, which probably won't be enough. I'm not even sure if I can handle all these new features and layouts. That'll be my excuse, anyway.
12:53 AM
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
I can sleep for another hour. Fuck showers.
I can sleep for twenty more minutes. I can memorize my monologue as I wait for the bus.
Oh fuck I overslept.
Oh fuck I don't wanna go to class.
Maybe I should wake Ryan up and ask for a ride.
Where the fuck is my coat?
Where the fuck is the bus? It was supposed to be here at 9:40.
Fuck I can't be late to class again.
Maybe the bus isn't coming today.
Maybe the bus crashed.
Maybe the bus will crash after I get on it.
Maybe I should just email my professor and say that the bus never came, and that I got stranded at home.
I'll explain to him that it's been a rough semester.
I'll email him later tonight, when I wake up from this nap.
12:24 AM
Monday, March 31, 2003
I would imagine that any person who has just jumped from an incredible height in the attempt to kill themselves upon impact must have the thought or moment of denial where they think to themselves, "It's going to be OK. Somehow, I'm going to make it." I suppose this concept shouldn't be exclusive to building jumpers, as there are many other methods of suicide that would offer enough time to try and fool yourself into thinking that you'll somehow pull it out. For example, I know that if it was me that had just hanged himself (assuming that I'm in the noose and the impact hasn't snapped my neck and I'm kicking at the chair), I would probably think to myself, "OK cowboy, shoot the rope already." The ultimate moment when I realize that, "There is no cowboy!" would probably be the worst aspect of the whole ordeal.
12:25 AM
Saturday, March 29, 2003
I'm proud to announce that last night I got a girl's phone number. I got digits! I got digits baby! Hell yeah, and I'm gonna call her too. Her name is Amy. I'd post the phone number to prove it, but then you jerks would probably call her, and that would screw it up for me. See, she didn't really give it to me herself. I sorta took it out of the 'Win A Free Happy Meal' fishbowl at McDonalds. I'm still going to call her though...
Also at McDonalds, they are doing some game where you peel the things off the side of drinks and fries and stuff. Kevin took his off, and he'd won some free breakfast meal. I took mine off of my cup, and it was a free sandwhich. He was braggin' about having a better one, so I went up to the counter and told the guy that there must be some mistake, because my cup didn't come with a peel off thingy. He said he thought that was weird, and gave me a new one. I smiled at Kevin and peeled it off. "Sorry, not this time. Please play again." I guess it serves me right, I thought. Since then I have peeled off four other stickers, and they've all been losers. It's Karma; I think I'm screwed.
How awesome would that have been if I'd won the car lying to the guy like that?
10:56 AM
Thursday, March 20, 2003
The War Has Begun!
This war might be the most depressing thing to date. I think I'm going insane thinking about it. It's all so fucking ridiculous.
10:17 PM
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
I added an Iraq Civilian Bodycounter to this site, but the picture for it isn't working yet. I think it's a pretty funny idea. Hopefully the number will get really, really high.
10:54 PM
Monday, March 17, 2003
This is a story I wrote by a gimmick I've been playing with on the T-Town board. It's nothing special, but I figured it would serve as good filler for a blog entry.
5:18 PM
|
|
| |
|
|
|
