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Wierd little man.
This guy at my work, a caretaker, has a unique way of "Changing the garbage."
He does not actually change the garbage, I would describe it more like a dumpster dive.
He will take your garbage, and bend straight over. I am talking doggy style, super flexible indian man, makes me wonder. Def. not in a dirty way. He bends right over my garbage, and digs it out, piece by piece and combines it into one garbage bag. I feel so gross when he digs through my garbage, I almost want to put something in there that will make him think twice before he does it again... like a bloody tampon. Something of that nature. So violated, that is me.
I am thinking about going back to school. Sadly, but happily as well.
This guy at my work, a caretaker, has a unique way of "Changing the garbage."
He does not actually change the garbage, I would describe it more like a dumpster dive.
He will take your garbage, and bend straight over. I am talking doggy style, super flexible indian man, makes me wonder. Def. not in a dirty way. He bends right over my garbage, and digs it out, piece by piece and combines it into one garbage bag. I feel so gross when he digs through my garbage, I almost want to put something in there that will make him think twice before he does it again... like a bloody tampon. Something of that nature. So violated, that is me.
I am thinking about going back to school. Sadly, but happily as well.
Other people's children.
I have to vent for a moment, about something that I am feeling quite passionate about as of lately, or for a while now to be exact. I went to a movie with my dad tonight, we went and saw the new movie directed and written by clint Eastwood. VERY good movie by the way, at least I thought so. Anyways, the movie ends and there was a boy and his dad sitting next to us. Well, the father stands up to leave (without his garbage) and the son looks at the garbage, reaches to pick it up...then shrugs and walks away from it.
Now I know that some of you people think, "just giving them a job" well let me tell you....that JOB would be their without YOUR EXCESS garbage. What the fuck are parents teaching their fucking kids? MAKE THEM PICK UP THEIR GOD DAMN SHIT!!
OH AND THE NEXT TIME I RUN INTO YOU, OR VICE VERSA, AND I SAY EXCUSE ME....ACKNOWLEDGE ME! GET OFF YOUR FUCKING THROWN AND LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS. NEXT TIME, I SWEAR TO GOD, I AM GOING TO TAKE MY SHOE OFF AND AIM FOR THE BACK OF YOUR "OH SO SPECIAL" FUCKING HEAD.
Teach your children, it's not that hard. Teach them to have respect for other people and their property, and to care more for other people than they do themselves.
Rant ends now.
I have to vent for a moment, about something that I am feeling quite passionate about as of lately, or for a while now to be exact. I went to a movie with my dad tonight, we went and saw the new movie directed and written by clint Eastwood. VERY good movie by the way, at least I thought so. Anyways, the movie ends and there was a boy and his dad sitting next to us. Well, the father stands up to leave (without his garbage) and the son looks at the garbage, reaches to pick it up...then shrugs and walks away from it.
Now I know that some of you people think, "just giving them a job" well let me tell you....that JOB would be their without YOUR EXCESS garbage. What the fuck are parents teaching their fucking kids? MAKE THEM PICK UP THEIR GOD DAMN SHIT!!
OH AND THE NEXT TIME I RUN INTO YOU, OR VICE VERSA, AND I SAY EXCUSE ME....ACKNOWLEDGE ME! GET OFF YOUR FUCKING THROWN AND LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS. NEXT TIME, I SWEAR TO GOD, I AM GOING TO TAKE MY SHOE OFF AND AIM FOR THE BACK OF YOUR "OH SO SPECIAL" FUCKING HEAD.
Teach your children, it's not that hard. Teach them to have respect for other people and their property, and to care more for other people than they do themselves.
Rant ends now.
I feel that I am a bit overdue, for a new post anyways. So, here it goes!!
I started my new job this last Monday, which I have to say is pretty amazing. I love my job, even if all I do right now is data entry. It is nice to know that I am doing something that benefit's the community, as well as I have been able to learn new and interesting information about a culture that I had not been exposed to before. Enlightening, really!
oooooh, and on my first day I found out I was getting a lab top, or is it, lap top? Anyways, I am getting a super sweet portable computer which makes me feel all the more important at this job...even if I am not considered important at all. hehe.
BE AMAZED! I am doing laundry. I know we all that that I was domestically challenged, but this new job makes me feel like I should be an adult now. By adult, I mean, do my laundry once and a while. When I say once in a while, I mean more than once before it overflows the floors of my bedroom. Yeehaw. okay, enough said.
Sorry it wasn't all that interesting.
I started my new job this last Monday, which I have to say is pretty amazing. I love my job, even if all I do right now is data entry. It is nice to know that I am doing something that benefit's the community, as well as I have been able to learn new and interesting information about a culture that I had not been exposed to before. Enlightening, really!
oooooh, and on my first day I found out I was getting a lab top, or is it, lap top? Anyways, I am getting a super sweet portable computer which makes me feel all the more important at this job...even if I am not considered important at all. hehe.
BE AMAZED! I am doing laundry. I know we all that that I was domestically challenged, but this new job makes me feel like I should be an adult now. By adult, I mean, do my laundry once and a while. When I say once in a while, I mean more than once before it overflows the floors of my bedroom. Yeehaw. okay, enough said.
Sorry it wasn't all that interesting.
Last night was quite the night. I hadn't informed you all that a few friends plus myself were going to make it out to a trendier club on the southeastern side of the suburbs. Super nice club, a transformed historic hotel, or it seemed to resemble something historic.
The night started out with us waiting for people to get where the needed to be in order for us all to leave. I get a little impatient, as once I am ready, I am fucking ready. If nobody else is ready, I tend to get a little restless and a tad bit irritated. Finally, we made it out of the apartment at approx. 9:30? and made it to the club by a little after ten. Oh, and then got kicked out a little after eleven. Did I mention it took longer to drive there then to get kicked out?
Not to mention, I wasn't drunk, and a little pissed off that I had to leave because a few friends couldn't pace themselves. Oh well, it was fun anyhow.
Must go to work now. Lame.
The night started out with us waiting for people to get where the needed to be in order for us all to leave. I get a little impatient, as once I am ready, I am fucking ready. If nobody else is ready, I tend to get a little restless and a tad bit irritated. Finally, we made it out of the apartment at approx. 9:30? and made it to the club by a little after ten. Oh, and then got kicked out a little after eleven. Did I mention it took longer to drive there then to get kicked out?
Not to mention, I wasn't drunk, and a little pissed off that I had to leave because a few friends couldn't pace themselves. Oh well, it was fun anyhow.
Must go to work now. Lame.
That's more like it. 1:35 Bitches, and my ass just got home from work. The cooks and I managed to get along decently enough tonight, which meant the food was coming out quickly and actually looked quality. Sweet. Love it when that happens.
Got up and sang two songs for Karaoke, yes, well I am at work. That's one of the reasons I enjoy my job so much, because sometimes, it feels more like a party. Then again, sometimes it feels like someone wiped there feet all over my face with the bottom of their shit-stained shoes. Yeeah, awkward
So I was informed today that I have the appearance of someone who does drugs. Yeah, not sure what to think of that. I assumed it was because of my box-dyed hair, or perhaps my overly large tattoos. Nope, it was because the person who had not seen me in a while saw that I was shivering. Now when most people shiver you would assume their cold, right? Oh no, I have tattoos and black hair...therefore I shiver from my immense usage of drugs. Even weirder, her sister thought the same thing and didn't even see me on the same day. What the fuck?
Just for the record, I can honestly say that I have never done a single drug in my life. Illegal drug, that is. I have never smoked, and I drink maybe one drink in a period of three months. Most likely I don't finish that drink either. The only true vices I have are wanting to be naked on a pretty regular basis, and tattoos. Both, I find, to be completely healthy vices to have. I can say, that when I was seven my strep throat went undiagnosed and eventually turned into scarlet fever. Sounds like something from the Oregon trail, huh. Anywho, I had it for some period of time, which allowed it to attack my nervous system full force. Hence, why I kinda shake. Ya know, kinda like when someone who is obviously a drunk hasn't had their morning drink. The withdrawal shakes can kinda look like a shiver. But really, it's just the way I am. I wish people wouldn't think I am on drugs. Boo.
Anyways, I have to go to bed now. I kinda feel a yawn coming about.
Got up and sang two songs for Karaoke, yes, well I am at work. That's one of the reasons I enjoy my job so much, because sometimes, it feels more like a party. Then again, sometimes it feels like someone wiped there feet all over my face with the bottom of their shit-stained shoes. Yeeah, awkward
So I was informed today that I have the appearance of someone who does drugs. Yeah, not sure what to think of that. I assumed it was because of my box-dyed hair, or perhaps my overly large tattoos. Nope, it was because the person who had not seen me in a while saw that I was shivering. Now when most people shiver you would assume their cold, right? Oh no, I have tattoos and black hair...therefore I shiver from my immense usage of drugs. Even weirder, her sister thought the same thing and didn't even see me on the same day. What the fuck?
Just for the record, I can honestly say that I have never done a single drug in my life. Illegal drug, that is. I have never smoked, and I drink maybe one drink in a period of three months. Most likely I don't finish that drink either. The only true vices I have are wanting to be naked on a pretty regular basis, and tattoos. Both, I find, to be completely healthy vices to have. I can say, that when I was seven my strep throat went undiagnosed and eventually turned into scarlet fever. Sounds like something from the Oregon trail, huh. Anywho, I had it for some period of time, which allowed it to attack my nervous system full force. Hence, why I kinda shake. Ya know, kinda like when someone who is obviously a drunk hasn't had their morning drink. The withdrawal shakes can kinda look like a shiver. But really, it's just the way I am. I wish people wouldn't think I am on drugs. Boo.
Anyways, I have to go to bed now. I kinda feel a yawn coming about.
Do you ever feel stupid when you blog? Like, what the fuck am I writing this for? Does this make any sense? Who in the world reads this crap anyways? I can't say that I don't enjoy reading other people's blogs, because in the real world I like to lurk in other people's lives. I find other people to be so fascinating. Everything about them, they have experienced a whole different lifestyle than myself no matter how similar our lives might seem. So, to some I might come off as nosy...maybe, an eaves dropper. Sure, why not? I can be both of those things. Most of the time, I like to hear how people think and feel. Perhaps I should have been a psychology major. No, that wouldn't have been a good idea.
I woke up rather early today, if you consider 12:30 PM to be an early time. Made my way over to my mother's house to hear her complain a bit. For those of you not aware, my mother is a chronic complainer and relentless hypochondriac. Really, if you even cough next to the chic she thinks she has contracted whatever you might have. Even if that be a fuzz that flew into your mouth to make you cough at the spur of the moment. I love my mom, really, she is a good mom. She has protected me from everything and is pretty cool to talk to. Ultimately, I owe it to her to listen to her complain. Sometimes though, I feel that she worries too much about the problems of others. Which is probably where I get that trait from, no?
I am out of everything. Out of food, out of trash bags, for Jorge's sake I can't even find a damn dish towel to wipe down my dishes with or my kitchen sink. Where the fuck do these things go? I am going to attempt to clean now, since this is the hour where I have the most energy! Wish me luck!
I woke up rather early today, if you consider 12:30 PM to be an early time. Made my way over to my mother's house to hear her complain a bit. For those of you not aware, my mother is a chronic complainer and relentless hypochondriac. Really, if you even cough next to the chic she thinks she has contracted whatever you might have. Even if that be a fuzz that flew into your mouth to make you cough at the spur of the moment. I love my mom, really, she is a good mom. She has protected me from everything and is pretty cool to talk to. Ultimately, I owe it to her to listen to her complain. Sometimes though, I feel that she worries too much about the problems of others. Which is probably where I get that trait from, no?
I am out of everything. Out of food, out of trash bags, for Jorge's sake I can't even find a damn dish towel to wipe down my dishes with or my kitchen sink. Where the fuck do these things go? I am going to attempt to clean now, since this is the hour where I have the most energy! Wish me luck!
So....a couple weeks ago I got bored. That's a normal thing in my world. I try out many different things, which kinda sucks because I never develop the knack that people acquire when pursuing hobbies for an allotted amount of time. Do you like my big words? I am never sure that I use them right. Sometimes, I am pretty sure that the words I use don't even exist. For example, I will type in a word that sounds like it might be a word, or sounds like a word I have heard before. Then the spell check underlines it, thank you jesus, you are always here for me. and I right click the son-of-a-bitch. AND VOILA! It gives me a list of REAL words I can choose from. Wow, I am lame.
I am also one of the lamest people I have ever met. I am sitting here at 3 AM, listening to the sound of bullets and my roommate demanding that some poor boy across the country "suck his balls," because he does not know how to play Call of Duty to my roommates standards. The boy had no chance, I mean, my roommate plays the damn game all night. I mean eight hours, a full fucking shift of call of fucking duty. I told him to join the army to no avail. Another word, I have no idea what the fuck it means. HOLY, I swear a lot.
I really should be going to bed because in the morning I have to head to the County Jail to get finger printed, to assure this new job of mine that I am legit. Which is all good, except for the fact that the lady impatiently told me that the best time to do this is in the morning...most of the time, I am sitting here on the computer at 3 AM. Reading about other people's lives. Hence, why I have no myspace. I feel like a stalker.
Back to what I had started saying...I got bored, and decided to take a pole dancing class. More than that, I even bought a damn pole for my basement. I took one class, and my muscles have ached ever since. It hurts just to type this to tell you exactly how much it hurts. I have bruises all over my legs. So, no need to mention that I really haven't spent a lot of time on my new pole. Also, boys have been putting their greasy pizza fingers all over it. My stripper pole brings all the boys to the yard. No kidding, I need a fucking fence.
My cat shits on the floor. Me no likey.
NOW i am pissed. MY ROOMMATE left a god damn shot glass in the wrong sink...it went into the garbage disposal. I was not aware it was there, and turned it on. It broke. GOD!
I am also one of the lamest people I have ever met. I am sitting here at 3 AM, listening to the sound of bullets and my roommate demanding that some poor boy across the country "suck his balls," because he does not know how to play Call of Duty to my roommates standards. The boy had no chance, I mean, my roommate plays the damn game all night. I mean eight hours, a full fucking shift of call of fucking duty. I told him to join the army to no avail. Another word, I have no idea what the fuck it means. HOLY, I swear a lot.
I really should be going to bed because in the morning I have to head to the County Jail to get finger printed, to assure this new job of mine that I am legit. Which is all good, except for the fact that the lady impatiently told me that the best time to do this is in the morning...most of the time, I am sitting here on the computer at 3 AM. Reading about other people's lives. Hence, why I have no myspace. I feel like a stalker.
Back to what I had started saying...I got bored, and decided to take a pole dancing class. More than that, I even bought a damn pole for my basement. I took one class, and my muscles have ached ever since. It hurts just to type this to tell you exactly how much it hurts. I have bruises all over my legs. So, no need to mention that I really haven't spent a lot of time on my new pole. Also, boys have been putting their greasy pizza fingers all over it. My stripper pole brings all the boys to the yard. No kidding, I need a fucking fence.
My cat shits on the floor. Me no likey.
NOW i am pissed. MY ROOMMATE left a god damn shot glass in the wrong sink...it went into the garbage disposal. I was not aware it was there, and turned it on. It broke. GOD!
