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Monday, September 21st, 2009
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I havent posted in a while x_X wow. Anyway, I can't stay too long, but yeah. I got a new job, a new car, and my husband is a prick! WHEE!
ja ne for now
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Welllll shit.
My luck is definitely not a lady. It's a steaming pile of brahmin shit sitting on my porch. Yesterday, I went to use the bathroom, and it suddenly felt like everything was trying to fall out through my uterus. I was on the toilet, trying to squeeze a drizzle of pee every three minutes. So, we go to the hospital. and after three hours of waiting, they tell me I have a UTI. [Urinary Tract Infection.] So, they send me on my merry way with a prescription for pain pills and meds, and a lovely $600 hospital bill. Just for pissing in a cup, and sitting for three hours in pain.
So I go this morning and fill just the antibiotics, because, to be honest, I can handle the pain. Plus they said it'd turn my pee orange, so I skipped that. Haw!
So, I'm jobless, gaining no commissions, have a new hospital bill...
And the icing on the cake?
They want me to make appointments to see a real doctor and get a blood glucos test for diabetes. YAY for genetics!
So yeah.. $600 hospital bill, plus however much the test will be, on top of the supplies if I DO have diabetes...
Luck is a steaming pile of Brahmin Shit... I think I'm gonna sit on the toilet for a while and think
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Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009
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| Time: | 4:51 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | Roy Brown: Butcher Pete [Part1]. |
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(Part I)
Hey everybody, did the news get around
About a guy named Butcher Pete
Oh, Pete just flew into this town
And he's choppin' up all the women's meat
[Chorus]
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat
Butcher Pete's got a long sharp knife
He starts choppin' and don't know when to stop
All you fellows gotta watch your wifes
'Cause Pete don't care who's meat he chops
Ever since Peter flew into town
He's been havin' a ball
Just cuttin' and choppin' for miles around
Single women, married women, old maids and all
Wakes up in the morning, half past five
Chops from sunrise to sunset
I don't see how he stays alive
Meat's gonna be the death of ole Pete, yeah
The police put Pete in jail
Yes, he finally met his faith
But when they came to pay his bail
They found him choppin' up his cell mate
That Butcher Pete is a crazy man
Tries to chop down the wind and the rain
Just hacks on anything he can get
Say, turn this record over, you ain't heard nothing yet
[Gotta love Fallout 3]
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Yeup. Still jobless. On the plus side, it gives me plenty of time to draw!
 Sweet Bunnies!
She's a COP! xD
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Mike's mom let me pick a stock of Hayacinth flowers from her yard. They have one potent smell! But what's great, is that hayacinth is a powerful flower when it comes to meditation and spells. WOOT! Now all I have to do is dry them. Fwee. *sniffs them*
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Thursday, March 26th, 2009
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My computer is kapootsky. *lesigh*
Ohwell. Now I'm using Mike's computer.
By the way. Lost my job. Go me. Time to find another one.
This entry basically is just to say Hey. I'm still alive!
Fwee-bop. Got a facebook page.
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Friday, November 14th, 2008
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I've been caught in alot of reading as of late. Of course, there's the sudden embarrassing Twilight obsession I've grown.. (I'm currently gathering peoples to go with me to the movie from work.. I'm so damned lame..), but along with that, I've been reading Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter. Great series, but of course, as men would say, girlie books. Though I've never known a guy to turn down a good story with alot of gore, just because--wait.. nevermind xD
I've been having alot of issues with Mike. Just alot of stupid things, really. Arguements and the lot. I almost moved down to Florida in early November, but Mike convinced me to stay behind and work things out. And, of course, that didn't work, so we had a nice arguement lastnight, but we made up. Meh, alot of stress. I swear I think it started when I started reading my books. xD Silly to think. I dunno, but when I first read that damned book, it reminded me of older times, and yeah. I blame the book! xD
Naw, naw.
I've been working on alot of pictures, and a woman from work was going to set up a meeting with a professor at the college here for a scholarship. Pahaha! Dun work that way for me. The guy never showed up, and I never heard another word about it. So of course, it's bs. This is also the same woman who said that she was going to talk to her godson, who works with marvel, about me. And seeing as I'm not in New York as a comic artist, you can plainly see the pile of bull that's next to me. Whee.
Again, it really doesn't bother me. I'd much rather prove to myself that I can get into school and go through it without a problem, and without too much help. Not working so far, but then again, I haven't been working toward it very well.
Well, there isn't much else that can be said. Like I mentioned before, I've become obsessed with Twilight, but I'm sure Steph has enough rants in her journal to cover my obsession as well. *snickers.*
Ta for now.
~Kii
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I dunno what exactly happened. It was an hour or so before I got to get off work, and my stomach just went "FuuuuUUUUCK YOOOUUUU!!!"
I think I caught a virus. I keep getting unusual cramps in my stomach and intestines area, and feeling just a wee nausiated and fatigued. I wish I could call out tomorrow, but good god forbid I call out sick, or the clown will throw a piece of paper showing what an unworthy piece of employed garbage I just happen to be, by writing me up without spending fifty of my hard earned cash to get a piece of paper from a doctor telling me something I already know. Yeah. Whee.
Ontop of that, I got a letter from some oddball today. It was interesting...
So this fatass gives me this and sais "Give this to your manager"
I have decided to boycott McDonalds for the following reason. I will not support any company that helps give support to such a harmful lifestyle (Homosexual life). I care too much for these individuals to help promote such a harmful way of life. I believe you should at the very least remain neutral in it's promotion.
What the boycott of McDonalds is about:
It is about McDonalds, as a corporation, refusing to remain neutral in the culture wars. McDonalds has chosen not to remain neutral, but to give the full weight of their corporation to promoting the homosexual agenda, including homosexual marriage.
Needless to say I was a little pissed, seeing as he gave me the letter in the middle of a severe lunch rush, line headed out the door. I think his fat, stinky ass is what made me sick.. Blugh.. I'ma lay down.
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Ever have one of those days that you feel upset, and it pisses you off? I'm having one right now. I'm looking out the window at a gorgeous day, but I'm inside, because I'm too depressed to do anything, and it's pissing me off, because I don't even know WHY I'm so depressed. I think it's possibly because my life is going nowhere and fast. I dunno. AGH! I just remembered, I gotta finish my resume!
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So I'm working, right? And it's in the middle of lunch rush, we're slammed, and short handed as usual. When all of a sudden, I hear to the right of me:
"YOU ASSHOLES BETTER HAVE MY FUCKING MILKSHAKE OR I'LL SEND IN MICHAEL MEYERS AND [anamewhoIcan'tremember] TO KICK YOUR ASSES!"
It was a crazy woman with black hair, a pair of sunglasses on her head, and a white shirt, and quite the big lady, too. I'unno.
So, she storms out, just as fast as she came, and it grows silent.... Then we ALL burst out laughing! The customers, the employees. And it wasn't a nervous laugh. We thought the bitch was crazy. She IS crazy. I can't remember the second name, but they were celebrities names. And seeing as the bitch never even came in to order, just sticking her head in the door, and running back out, I thought that the local Crazy House had lost a mental patient.
I dunno. It made my day. I hate ignorance. But damn was that funny to see her make a fool outa herself!
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Huh. Well, it seems my net at the house finally said "Fuck you, you Potato loving bitch!" and cut off. I've not had a signal in quite some time. I'm at the bookstore now, sadly, in order to even bugger around in the net. I hate not having internet to do what 's needed to be done
Hell. The dream I'm in that's been dead for quite a while is back up and booming again with story line! I'm sad. ;_; why always when I'm gone? xD
anyway. I should skit. Much love!
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Wednesday, April 9th, 2008
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFyO7k0JG4M
Ehm..
If you didn't know.. Caramel Dansen has became a big.. ehm.. bunnydance song. Personaly I like the song. It's cute. Makes me squee!
xD I swear there's millions of these now... But by the time I make a flash, it'll be old. >.>; xD
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Wow.. I dunno how I posted that twice, but I did. xD Sorry!
Ehm.. uhm... I'm doing.laundry. Yes. Washing everything in the house. <3
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Okay, first off, I want to say that this might be concitered a rant, if not just me posting to get some stuff off my chest. I'm a computer geek. Like.. to the extreme. I love computers, and I instantly go to the computer isle in Best Buy, or Walmart, or anywhere that has PC labeled in it. My computer... My baby, basically, kinda broke down on me in January. I got a brand new Wacom Bamboo tablet, and I didn't even get a chance to use it before it went "Mommy, I feel sick."
So. I knew this guy at work who does.. well I wouldn't say freelance work, but he works on computers for a side living. I kinda wondered why this guy would be working at a Mc Donalds, when he works with computers, yano? Well, no biggie. So's I take my Demonda [because I named my computer after the origional kingdom Kathy was supposed to be from, before I almost completely revamped 'er. Sue me..] to work that night, after talking to him, and give her to him, along with the bamboo with hopes he'd work on it, and it'd be done by the end of the month.
It's April the 8th.
He text'd me Uh... Wednsday (?) of last week to tell me I'll have it this weekend. The weekend passed. I let it go until today, when I called him to say "Toni, look, I'm sorry if I see pushy, but I really need to have my computer back, yano?? I'm starting school the 28th!" [btw, I got accepted in AIU. I might end up going to Kaplin (Caplin.. somethin).] Anyway, I call.. And instead of it ringing five times until his answering machine, I get "Welcome to Verizon Wireless. We're sorry. The number you are trying to reach has been changed, or dissconnected. If you think you may have reached this message by error, please check the number and try your call again."
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Okay, so this guys number is programed in my computer. So I try again, hoping, by some miracle, that he'd answer.
"Welcome to Verizon wireless. We're sorry. The nu--"
I was fuming. The asshole had changed his number on me! I have no other way to get in contact with him. All I know is that I'm giving him until the end of the week before I get the police involved. If he doesn't call, I'm calling Janie, getting his last name, and I'm reporting his ass for property theft.
God help me. If I see this guy before he calls me, I'm going to grab his scrawny ass and slam him against the wall with my nails against his jugular. I'm sorry, but nobody fucks with my computer... NOBODY! Especially when I purchase a tablet that I never even got a chance to use!
So yeah. Ontop of choosing what University I wanna get into [which both classes start in either a week to two weeks from now], late on bills, work stress, etc, the LAST thing I need is my computer to be stolen from me by some weasle! I'm not made of money! And I'm gonna need that tablet to do school work! Ghrjkjdlskldjkdskksks!!! ><;;;
Ohhh yeah I'm fuming.. Kssss.....
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| Time: | 8:16 pm. |
| Mood: |  tired. | | Music: | Perfect: Flyleaf. |
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Okay, origionally, this was a letter to 2, but I figured I'd give my buddies a look..
I work at McDonalds. I have since December of 2006.
It sucks, I know, but it pays my bills, and, although barely, puts food in my stomach.
Now, usually, I have horrible days. Some of which get me cursing at the monitor in the
back window, or back cash as we call it there. You know, the 'first window, please' that you pay at.
Anyway... Today just happen to be one of my nonchalant days, and I just minded my own for the most part.
I made sure to do my job, and sadly, another employee's when they left their area not stocked.
I asked my manager if they would like me to do it for second shift, so they weren't left with
nothing to work with, on top of doing my own. Needless to say, I didn't get out when I was supposed to.
When I finally managed to get out of there, I got a sandwich for dinner,
gulped down a nice big soda, and made my way to the bus stop. Since I don't have a car.
Well, I stand there for a good while and watch the drive thru going a snails pace. Mind you,
second shift is short-staffed all the time, so it's not quite as fast as it should be. Blame the
management's scheduling abilities for that one. Anyway. I watch some of the cars driving off, one
of which was a nice 2008 truck. I wasn't seeing the model. I was just admiring the shiny new paint
job. Plus, it was a nice blood red.
Anyway, I kind of got off track. Well, the fellow driving this nice car was a suit clad fourty year
old douchebag who decided it be in his best interest, and apparently everyone else's, to call out to me
while he's driving and say "You need to get back to work and help them out!" and I watch this guy drive
slowly past me, and I smile widely. The only thing I could think to say to this wonderful guy, this
oh-so-great civilian of this oh-so-lovely town, just so happen to be:
"Fuck you, you white collar Jackass!" and I gave him the one finger salute.
How dare this guy!? I bet he didn't take time out of his busy gas-guzzling schedule to think about
anyone but himself. I worked from 7 to 5, did another's shift, I don't have a nice 2008 vehicle.
I either catch the bus, or walk 2 and a half miles home! Which just so happen to be the case today,
when the bus didn't run. I work minimum wage to support myself and my husband, AND put myself through
college at the same time, and this asshole, who probably makes $15.00 at least an hour, sits at a desk,
answers calls and/or jerks himself to oblivion to child pornography when nobody else is close enough in
the office, talks to me like I'm not good enough to suck his flacid, wrinkly old dick for even a penny.
I hate to break it to you, fuckwit, but I have a nice, sturdy old man at home who salutes me better
than you probably ever could, for free. I just smile at myself, knowing one day, he'll get too old to
drive his nice, expensive cars, and he'll end up in a nursing home that his neglected children put him
in, getting beat with porkchops for drooling too much.
I know I shouldn't speak like this, believing in the 'do on to others' rule. But anyway, my question
is this, 2. Do you think I over reacted, yelling at him like that? Should I have been a good person
and simply smiled and waved? Or do you support my actions?
Okay, same question for mah buddehs. :3
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Saturday, March 29th, 2008
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Tennessee is so beautiful.. It's so green, almost always.. There are flowers and plants I've only seen in my imagination that grow freely here. the soil is so fertil. It's the perfect place for someone like me. But I'm lonely..
I've recently been like.. severely fugging depressed lately. I was talking to Mel on AIM, and I started ranting about how I miss everyone, and I just started crying. I'm tired of crying..
I miss being abled to hang out at James after work, or whenever we both had off, and were bored. I miss being abled to be girly with Sara, and talk about silly stuff, and plan our weddings. I miss being abled to hang out in Mels room, and draw our characters and discuss plots.
I miss you guys.
Everyone's grown up. Mel's off doing my dream job in Boyton Beach, Sara's going to school, and tae kwan do, James.. well, James does his own thing. Steph's in NC, and she's closer, but you know.. I'm still lonely.
I love it here. It's gorgeous, but.. I miss Florida.. I'm so lonely here. Once Mike leaves for work today, I'll be alone. Sitting on the couch, thinking of silly stories that I can't discuss to anyone unless I call, and I can't call during the days because of his mother and that phone bill. I'm usually in bed come 9, or getting ready to be. I hate my job. I'm going nowhere fast. Mike hates his job. He's going nowhere fast.
But my mom is up here.. She's in NC. I love mom, and I don't want to be too far away from her, and I sure as hell can't ask her to move with us... If we even move..
I wish we all could just live in one apartment complex up here, somewhere slightly isolated, but close to town so we don't have to drive three hours to get someplace.
It really does hurt. I'm not happy right now.. *sighs* I guess I just needed to vent..
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Tuesday, March 18th, 2008
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Man, today was rough. It was as if yesterday I said it can't get any worse. I didn't say that, however, but apparently it did.
Well, Darnel is back. the somewhat manager. First of all, Darnel was out for two weeks for a galbladder operation. Things were smooth while he was gone, and our old manager, Janie, was back. She actually followed the fact that I can't be in the back window, due to doctors notes. Well, she was out, and he was there as the only acting store manager. Guess where I was! Yeah, so that was fun. I just went with it. Something tells me tomorrow I'll be back in there. The customers were more douchey than usual. Very impatient, when all they did was wait there for five seconds. But I can't blame them, because during our rushes, the table slacked, and were too busy goofing off, which looks badly on Drive Thru's times. [Everything is timed in there... it's 'fast food' because they monitor how fast we are.]
So I had to deal with the impatience, which made me very cranky.. But it all wasn't that bad.. until Mike called to say his mother wouldn't be abled to come and pick me up to get my check cashed.. So I instantly grew irritable.
The day went down hill from there. Not to mention, T was running around like "everyone get your shit done!" [T is short for Tameria. One of the women I work with. She's okay sometimes, but lately, for the most part, she's been a bitch.] Well, she was trying to get Nathan, a childish little boy who doesn't know how the hell a real employee works, to do towel buckets. I told him how to do it, and it was instantly "Oh, Kim said she'd do it." What?? I didn't say that. And I told them too. I said "Ohhhhh no I didn't!"
Well, T didn't like that. she went on a short rant about how I don't help out, and how that's nasty or whatever, even though she knows damned well that I bust my ass.
Well, I just sighed, pissed off, and went back to work. My relief was near a half an hour late, so I got started on my work at 4:30. T and her flunkies left a stack of dishes nearly three feet high, along with every dinner tray in the store on the sink for me to do.
I sighed, and looked at the clock. Missed my bus. So I did my gallens that needed to get finished, then did first shifts dishes. Then I go to check something... They left the towel buckets for me to do.. I sighed, and asked Reta, the manager for second, if she wanted me to do them. She was too busy on the table really to answer, so I went ahead and did them anyway. So, by the time I had clocked out, I missed my bus both ways, and it was 5:28. 2 minutes shy of being an hour and a half. So I got myself something to eat, and rested for a bit before I felt I was abled to walk home, then I noticed, it started getting dark. I wouldn't make it home before 8 if I had left to walk. So, I called a cab, and talked to Reta and Linda, another more adult woman there; the maintenance lady for second. Well, then a stroke of luck! Reta told the cab guy that I had already left, and Linda took me to Walmart, so I could cash my check, and then home. I offered to pay her $10 in gas, but she threw it back at me. x3 They took the money out of the petty cash in the safe for her gas.
I just got home... maybe 6:40? Not sure. I didn't check.
I'm so exhausted. I almost don't want to take a shower, but I smell of burger and dehydrated onions.. Yeah.
Well, that's today's day. Whee.
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Well, today kinda seemed a little on the shitty side. I had a definite pinch of bad luck.
Last night, I got little to nil in sleep. So please excuse the fact I'll probablhy go off topic, or misspell alot. I'm tired..
My day was crap. First off, no sleep. Second, I got to work an hour earlier than I needed to be. I coulda gotten some sleep! Next, I was cleaning a shelf on one of those metal thinger table type thingies in Mc Donalds.. anwyay! I cut myself on a sharp piece of metal, and bled for a good minute and a half before it clotted. It wasn;t just little dribbles. I was bleeding pretty damned bad. Next, missed the bus, had to have his mom pick me up. Then, when I got home, the gaming shelf fell on me. Yeah. And now, I'm so out of it and contimplating napping. Mewl.
Well, just a crappy and short update... snooze....
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creative.
Sore Throat.
Maow?.
exhausted.