Ok, I'm over my disappearing journal entry, only because what you guys thought I wrote about was so amusing it made me hate technology less. 
So anyway, I'm back in the old quirky journal writing spirit. This won't be as long as the disappeared one, or even about the same things (to be honest, I can't remember what I wrote about...except I remember I DID mention Memory Foam Sleep Mattresses) but I promise it will be Dollbabyamy at best.
Here goes nothing, kids.
DR. PEPPER...
I'm a Dr. Pepper fanatic, but here's my problem. I love getting Vanilla Dr. Pepper from Sonic. I love getting Cherry Dr. Pepper from Sonic. However, this new Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper (originating at, you guessed it, Sonic, by the way) is the most repulsive, disgusting, nauseating, vile, (insert "bad" adjective here) drink on the face of the planet. It beats Mountain Dew by ten fold. I'm not sure how the combination of one or the other is good, but all three is so bad, but it is. It makes me sad. It also makes me sad that the company is basically bottling Robitussin and selling it as soda.
Vicks 44 over ice, anyone?
CHOCOLATE WHITE RUSSIANS...
an invention by my friend Jimbo. You make the normal white russian, and then add a heaping helping of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup (say that 3x fast). That probably makes it something along the lines of not a white russian, but it is still DELICIOUS. It's like a chocolate milkshake for alcoholics.
WORK...
I caught a lady the other day (doing an absolutely HORRIBLE job of stealing infants/toddlers/big girls clothes- the subject of bad shoplifters will be another journal entry) who admitted to being up on crack and to being 3 months pregnant. I really wanted to punch her in the mouth for being so incredibly irresponsible. She had also stolen the identities of the following people: her dead sister, her dead mother, her 19 year olo cousin (she's 35, mind you) and her 10 year old daughter. She'll be giving birth to this baby in jail, due to the identity thefts. Nominee for mother of the year, right there.
NEW JOB...
I got offered a position working at another large retail chain closer to home. I really love my boss and the atmosphere of where I work now, but I think this other place is going to offer me quite a bit more money (I'm thinking about $2.00 more per hour). I told my boss about it, and he said that there is just as much opportunity to move up the chain in this other company (in fact, he had applied for management there before landing the spot where I work now) AND they would give me pay increases and such things every chance they got. It's not that he wants me to leave, he just understands that I have to go where the money is to survive..and it's not him that's keeping me from making money here. It's our corporate policies. Get this, they want to start out new LP Detectives, experience or not, at $6.22 an hour (I make $8.00 currently)...if that same person would apply to be a salesperson in our shoe department, they'd be guaranteed at least $6.55 an hour...and they'd be in a safe, cushy, easy job. We're the ones getting into fights and have the potential to get really hurt. Go figure. I think I'm going to at least go to this new place for an interview.
MY ALLERGIES...
are KILLING me! I hate that tickle in my nose that means I have to sneeze. If I am not going to sneeze,why do I need to constantly have that tickle? And the itchy, watery eyes? Fuck my allergies in their little histamine faces.
FUNERALS...
I hate them. We had one this weekend, for an uncle of my boy's that I had never met. Even when the deceased requests something uplifting, so people won't be sad, everyone is anyway...the whole atmosphere is just hard. I feel really bad for his aunt...apparently she and the uncle had a near perfect marriage, and they were together 23 years. RIP Arthur D. Braun.
SLAMMIN AND JAMMIN...
the worst car show ever, is finally gone. Tonight was the final night, thank God. That is the absolute ghetto-est, redneck-est, stupid thing to ever hit Lebanon, and ghetto, redneck, stupid things go on here all the time. At least this year no one asked if they could see my boobs. I'm not sure what the concept is behind that. Because you have NOS in your stupid, old, primer grey Toyota Supra, it's supposed to make me want to show you my boobs? Or is it the charming way you ask, "Show me them titties, guuuuurrrrl"? Maybe it's the white gangsta look you have going on with the John Deere hat to top it all off that is supposed to turn me on so much I have to lift my shirt up? Because for God's sake, it sure as fucking hell isn't the stupid, cheap ass, $1.50 for a gross, plastic, fake Mardi Gras beads that's supposed to do it, is it? I mean, really.
AND NOW, FOR SOMETHING FUN...
This is a small quiz for you all to take. Let's see what you know about me from my crazy journal entries. Some of these are tough...but there's a prize for the person who gets the most right. I'm not sure what prize yet, but I can guarantee you it WON'T be cheap, fake Mardi Gras beads. Maybe some Dollbabyamy style chocolate chip cookies or a drawing or something. Have fun! I'll post the answers and the winners in my next journal.
My name is:
My boyfriend's name is:
The store I work at:
Sorority I'm in:
Natural Hair color:
Eye Color:
Do I wear glasses?
What school do I go to?
When will I graduate?
Favorite color:
Favorite animal:
Do I smoke?
Do I drink?
Do I have any piercings left?
Did I ever finish my stomach piece?
What's my favorite part of SG?
How many online journals do I have?
Was I ever going to try to be an SG?
If so, what changed my mind?
How did I meet you?
Car I drive:
Do I like living in TN?
Least favorite food?
Which person on my friends' list have I met in person?
How big (or small) am I?
How long have the boy and I been together?
What summer class am I taking?
Fave 3 tv shows:
Good Luck! Love and hugs!
So anyway, I'm back in the old quirky journal writing spirit. This won't be as long as the disappeared one, or even about the same things (to be honest, I can't remember what I wrote about...except I remember I DID mention Memory Foam Sleep Mattresses) but I promise it will be Dollbabyamy at best.
Here goes nothing, kids.
DR. PEPPER...
I'm a Dr. Pepper fanatic, but here's my problem. I love getting Vanilla Dr. Pepper from Sonic. I love getting Cherry Dr. Pepper from Sonic. However, this new Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper (originating at, you guessed it, Sonic, by the way) is the most repulsive, disgusting, nauseating, vile, (insert "bad" adjective here) drink on the face of the planet. It beats Mountain Dew by ten fold. I'm not sure how the combination of one or the other is good, but all three is so bad, but it is. It makes me sad. It also makes me sad that the company is basically bottling Robitussin and selling it as soda.
Vicks 44 over ice, anyone?
CHOCOLATE WHITE RUSSIANS...
an invention by my friend Jimbo. You make the normal white russian, and then add a heaping helping of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup (say that 3x fast). That probably makes it something along the lines of not a white russian, but it is still DELICIOUS. It's like a chocolate milkshake for alcoholics.
WORK...
I caught a lady the other day (doing an absolutely HORRIBLE job of stealing infants/toddlers/big girls clothes- the subject of bad shoplifters will be another journal entry) who admitted to being up on crack and to being 3 months pregnant. I really wanted to punch her in the mouth for being so incredibly irresponsible. She had also stolen the identities of the following people: her dead sister, her dead mother, her 19 year olo cousin (she's 35, mind you) and her 10 year old daughter. She'll be giving birth to this baby in jail, due to the identity thefts. Nominee for mother of the year, right there.
NEW JOB...
I got offered a position working at another large retail chain closer to home. I really love my boss and the atmosphere of where I work now, but I think this other place is going to offer me quite a bit more money (I'm thinking about $2.00 more per hour). I told my boss about it, and he said that there is just as much opportunity to move up the chain in this other company (in fact, he had applied for management there before landing the spot where I work now) AND they would give me pay increases and such things every chance they got. It's not that he wants me to leave, he just understands that I have to go where the money is to survive..and it's not him that's keeping me from making money here. It's our corporate policies. Get this, they want to start out new LP Detectives, experience or not, at $6.22 an hour (I make $8.00 currently)...if that same person would apply to be a salesperson in our shoe department, they'd be guaranteed at least $6.55 an hour...and they'd be in a safe, cushy, easy job. We're the ones getting into fights and have the potential to get really hurt. Go figure. I think I'm going to at least go to this new place for an interview.
MY ALLERGIES...
are KILLING me! I hate that tickle in my nose that means I have to sneeze. If I am not going to sneeze,why do I need to constantly have that tickle? And the itchy, watery eyes? Fuck my allergies in their little histamine faces.
FUNERALS...
I hate them. We had one this weekend, for an uncle of my boy's that I had never met. Even when the deceased requests something uplifting, so people won't be sad, everyone is anyway...the whole atmosphere is just hard. I feel really bad for his aunt...apparently she and the uncle had a near perfect marriage, and they were together 23 years. RIP Arthur D. Braun.
SLAMMIN AND JAMMIN...
the worst car show ever, is finally gone. Tonight was the final night, thank God. That is the absolute ghetto-est, redneck-est, stupid thing to ever hit Lebanon, and ghetto, redneck, stupid things go on here all the time. At least this year no one asked if they could see my boobs. I'm not sure what the concept is behind that. Because you have NOS in your stupid, old, primer grey Toyota Supra, it's supposed to make me want to show you my boobs? Or is it the charming way you ask, "Show me them titties, guuuuurrrrl"? Maybe it's the white gangsta look you have going on with the John Deere hat to top it all off that is supposed to turn me on so much I have to lift my shirt up? Because for God's sake, it sure as fucking hell isn't the stupid, cheap ass, $1.50 for a gross, plastic, fake Mardi Gras beads that's supposed to do it, is it? I mean, really.
AND NOW, FOR SOMETHING FUN...
This is a small quiz for you all to take. Let's see what you know about me from my crazy journal entries. Some of these are tough...but there's a prize for the person who gets the most right. I'm not sure what prize yet, but I can guarantee you it WON'T be cheap, fake Mardi Gras beads. Maybe some Dollbabyamy style chocolate chip cookies or a drawing or something.
Have fun! I'll post the answers and the winners in my next journal.
My name is:
My boyfriend's name is:
The store I work at:
Sorority I'm in:
Natural Hair color:
Eye Color:
Do I wear glasses?
What school do I go to?
When will I graduate?
Favorite color:
Favorite animal:
Do I smoke?
Do I drink?
Do I have any piercings left?
Did I ever finish my stomach piece?
What's my favorite part of SG?
How many online journals do I have?
Was I ever going to try to be an SG?
If so, what changed my mind?
How did I meet you?
Car I drive:
Do I like living in TN?
Least favorite food?
Which person on my friends' list have I met in person?
How big (or small) am I?
How long have the boy and I been together?
What summer class am I taking?
Fave 3 tv shows:
Good Luck! Love and hugs!
VIEW 15 of 15 COMMENTS
tafkasp:
hey dollbaby, nice to see you again. i just couldn't stay away
thelastbeliever:
Got to love Dr Pepper 