Journal 38
Change.
Well I did it. I'm outta fuckin McDonalds. And into a casino. The Grand Casino in Biloxi. Full benefits, hour breaks, pretty decent pay, and some other shit too. I'll be cleaning bathrooms or some shit. I'm pretty fucking excited really.
The last couple weeks at work I've been getting to really know some of the people and will really miss em. Like this one girl Jennifer. She's goofy and funny and shit, and so is her girlfriend Jennifer. They make an unlikely couple in my opinion but that maybe what attracts them? I dunno but I'm gonna miss them.
This girl Lena from work who thinks it's funny how rude northerners are and shit like that.
Bunch of other shit too. But i will not miss standing in front of a 375 degree grill for 7 hours a day with only 1 15 min break.
My mom finally got a job too at Bed Bath and Beyond in Gulfport. All this together means good things, no more stressing about money really.
I need a car. I need to socialize. Honestly I don't even talk to my family. I stay in my room when im not at work. I like my own company and all, and I'm the 4th best drinkin friend I've ever had, but I think I might wanna try to find a girl who can stand my constant ramblings and the fact that i play silly computer games and that i like to drink and have a healthy sex drive.
See women that I date have to be able to talk about things. Ideas, bouncing shit back and forth. Like if all of a sudden I have this moment where i think that maybe I'm not really alive but just someone's dream. That I'm just in someones head when they are in a coma, I want them to be able to talk about shit like that and not just give me a weird look. And when i get excited because of the way the sun looks comming over the motherfuckin clouds they shouldn't laugh. Basically they gotta accept that at times i can be really weird and moody as fuck. And hell id like them to be as well.
Drinking is a plus. If i can get sloppy drunk and just shoot the shit with em they are golden.
They gotta be able to stand my friends. Really I got 3 of em. Randy Lauren and JD and they are the most amazing people.
They can't tell me a septum ring is ugly and try to pull it.
Man I'm in a good mood.
I talked to Ashley the other day. Her and her boyfriend got a place together. She's not really goin to jail, and her birthday is tomorrow. So that means im makin her a CD (speaking of which Ms. Hyenna didn't send mine out I don't think).
Oh yea thats the other thing. Calling people Miss in the south really kinda freaks me out at times. Where I'm from Miss means Mistress, which is a dominatrix. I talk about Miss soandso or Miss thatperson and people think im gettin tons of play from a fuckin leather wearin evil woman. Too bad I'm not really.
K done rambling. Hope all of you are havin a good day.
Change.
Well I did it. I'm outta fuckin McDonalds. And into a casino. The Grand Casino in Biloxi. Full benefits, hour breaks, pretty decent pay, and some other shit too. I'll be cleaning bathrooms or some shit. I'm pretty fucking excited really.
The last couple weeks at work I've been getting to really know some of the people and will really miss em. Like this one girl Jennifer. She's goofy and funny and shit, and so is her girlfriend Jennifer. They make an unlikely couple in my opinion but that maybe what attracts them? I dunno but I'm gonna miss them.
This girl Lena from work who thinks it's funny how rude northerners are and shit like that.
Bunch of other shit too. But i will not miss standing in front of a 375 degree grill for 7 hours a day with only 1 15 min break.
My mom finally got a job too at Bed Bath and Beyond in Gulfport. All this together means good things, no more stressing about money really.
I need a car. I need to socialize. Honestly I don't even talk to my family. I stay in my room when im not at work. I like my own company and all, and I'm the 4th best drinkin friend I've ever had, but I think I might wanna try to find a girl who can stand my constant ramblings and the fact that i play silly computer games and that i like to drink and have a healthy sex drive.
See women that I date have to be able to talk about things. Ideas, bouncing shit back and forth. Like if all of a sudden I have this moment where i think that maybe I'm not really alive but just someone's dream. That I'm just in someones head when they are in a coma, I want them to be able to talk about shit like that and not just give me a weird look. And when i get excited because of the way the sun looks comming over the motherfuckin clouds they shouldn't laugh. Basically they gotta accept that at times i can be really weird and moody as fuck. And hell id like them to be as well.
Drinking is a plus. If i can get sloppy drunk and just shoot the shit with em they are golden.
They gotta be able to stand my friends. Really I got 3 of em. Randy Lauren and JD and they are the most amazing people.
They can't tell me a septum ring is ugly and try to pull it.
Man I'm in a good mood.
I talked to Ashley the other day. Her and her boyfriend got a place together. She's not really goin to jail, and her birthday is tomorrow. So that means im makin her a CD (speaking of which Ms. Hyenna didn't send mine out I don't think).
Oh yea thats the other thing. Calling people Miss in the south really kinda freaks me out at times. Where I'm from Miss means Mistress, which is a dominatrix. I talk about Miss soandso or Miss thatperson and people think im gettin tons of play from a fuckin leather wearin evil woman. Too bad I'm not really.
K done rambling. Hope all of you are havin a good day.
i don't do well in casinos. i just end up losing all my quarters and not being able to afford to drink.
um. ok. i think i got sidetracked somewhere up there... congrats on the new job, in any case.
one thing about the south that's wierd- i now call everyone sweetheart. male, female, young, old. it might be a service industry thing. but i don't think so... i just didn't acquire the habit until i started tending bar. but no one seems to mind; in fact, they seem to think it's pretty ordinary. i can't wait until the colleges get back in and some new york femminazi goes off on me for it. heh. femminazis...
after reading your journal today, i have decided that we do need to get drunk and shoot the shit. i get the dream thing too.
i am going to stop taking up space in your journal, though.
sorry for the long-ass reply, and doubly sorry for being lazy and not sending the c.d. yet!
xoxoxo, -Hyena.