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Ok, heres my -Im at work and its Monday and Im fucking bored so Im going to write in my journal -rant

I was at the grocery store late Saturday night to get some beer and some stuff to make a feta spinach pizza when I noticed this well dressed middle aged woman kept staring at me while I was shopping. Normally if I see someone looking at me I just smile. Its polite after all, and for the most part I am generally a polite person. But, When I went and picked up a bunch of broccoli she was right there getting some too, and she just stopped what she was doing and stared at me with this rotten look on her face, so I turned around and said Stare more Bitch and she did. Then she got a look on her face like How dare you so I just walked away. I think its rather rude to stare. If I would have thought a little more about it I would have just told her its rude to stare, instead of being rude myself, but it was the first thing that popped in my mind. I was wearing my glasses and I had on a pair of converse, dark wash jeans, a polo and a vintage cardigan, you know, I was dressed rather modest and casual. I asked the person I was with if there happened to be something hanging out of my nose or something along those lines, but nope, everything was in the right place. Its not like I look (or was wearing something) offensive, slutty, or scary looking. Bah, she must not get out much..who knows.

That story also reminds me of an incident that happened approximately 4 years ago when I worked at a Beer Drive Thru. It was an early Sunday Morning in the middle of the summer and this woman pulled up in a red car. I greeted her with the usual new customer- I dont know you thing that was something like: Hello Mam, how are you today? What can I get for you?. She just glared at me and told me she needed a Sunday paper. As I was walking to the other end of the drive thru to get her paper she says You look like a dog. I got her paper then turned around and said Excuse me? to which she replied You look like a dog with that collar around your neck. I didnt have on a collar; it was actually a necklace that was a borderline chocker. Nothing out of the ordinary really. I corrected her about what I was wearing. Then she asked me why I had an earring in my lip. I sharply told her it was a lip-ring and not an earring. And, trying to keep my cool, I asked her if there was anything else she needed. She said she needed some fishing bait (yes, I live in Ohio.). So I started to walk to get her some bait and she blurted out that I looked like a slut in what I was wearing. Now that really pissed me off. I remember perfectly that I was wearing a white boy-beater tank top (with no cleavage or anything showing) and a pair of corduroy pants. Again it was pretty modest and casual. So I yelled What the fuck ever, get the fuck out of here Bitch. I was extremely pissed by this point. And, she then proceeded to ask me if I had parents, to which I replied Nope they are dead. This technically was only half a lie. She said something about how if I had good parents I wouldnt curse and talk to her like that. (talk to her like that? Excuse me? Who started this bash-a-thon?) By that point I was convinced this lady was certifiably insane. I just kept telling her to get the fuck out of here and never come back but she wouldnt leave. It was like she just had to keep abusing me. After a few more minutes of torment, and me threatening to call the police on her, she drove away. I was shaking from being so angry and I remember sitting there like What the fuck was that?!. That was the only bad hateful incident I personally had there. About every single one our customers really liked me and I was on first name bases with. I mean sure every now and then I would get lewd comments from men about the lip ring and such, but other than that things went smoothly. Than about 7 months later it was cold outside and I had on a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck to keep me warm. I also had taken my lip ring out. I was sitting behind the counter and my friend that I had gotten a job for was waiting on the cars. I heard I thought you have to have your lip pierced to work here from the other side of the counter. I know that voice, so I slowly got up and leaned over the counter. There she was in her ugly little red car being nasty. My friend just laughed and said nope and got her what she wanted. I just stood up and watched them until I met eyes with her. I dont even think she recognized me, that or she didnt know what to say because I didnt have my lip ring in. What was really odd though was the overweight man sitting in the passenger seat with hand puppets on. He just simply looked crazed with a far out look in his eyes. Then they pulled out and I never saw them again. Im convinced that that man was her son and that he was a became a loon from having such a crazy motherOr maybe they escaped from a mental hospital together..Whatever it was something was definitely not right with those two

Anyway, theres a little true story for everyone about some weird happenings in my life....


I get sad when I read about how the SG members in my area get together and hang out. Why do I have the jealous boyfriend who doesnt understand SG and how some girls can have completely platonic relationships with guysIm working on it thoughOne of these days Ill get to meet everyone.

"This is a world where everybody's got to do something. You know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody's got to do something, they got to be something. You know, a dentist, pilot, janitor, a preacher - all that. Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things I don't want to do, things that I don't want to be..." - Henry Chinaski