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So today was supposed to be my last night at Denny's. I have spent the last year and a half of my life learning every little trick to serving, every order, every side work secret. I can tell you anything about that store. And it's all gone.

Gone are my days of making deep fried ice cream. No more smoking blunts in front of the store until I was too fucked up to move. No more sorrid notes from lonely couples looking for young pussy to share and devour. Gone! All gone! No more reverse Oreo sandwhiches. No more feeding the masses of RHPS. No more drunks spewing their dinners in my parking lot, which I guess isnt my parking lot anymore. No more cops letting me play with their tasers. Gone are my regulars. Gone! : (

Gone are the Wal Mast bitches who constantly would pat their nappy weaves and braids and run my ass to the ground for 73 cents. Gone are the managers fucking the serves behind their wives backs. Gone are people no calling/no showing and having jobs the next day. No more staying behind 3 hours after I am supposed to go home because I am doing the cleaning no one else has done. No more chasing walk outs into the parking lot to get my money. No more drunk men pinching my ass. Wait... I won't miss that at all.

By no means do I want a medal for the shit I dealt with, or even a thank you. It would have just been nice if Amanda had said goodbye.

But it's ok. I have moved onto my next plane of serving existance. I work at a REAL restaurant now.

I like my new job, but it's new so its kinda tough. Also these newxt two days = hell on earth. I work today from 3 pm to 12am new job then 12:30 am to 4 am old job. And tomorrrow I do 3pm to 11 new job then 11:30 to 6 am new job. Poop.

Here's some of the pros and cons

Pros: They let me sample the beer
Everyone is friendly; no baptism by fire
Devo and Bruce work there
More money/Less work
Excellent dicounts and great food
Managers are super cool and understanding.

Cons
No pot at work
Disney scum
Long drive
Less cussin'

hmmm. I think this icon will work. Let's see..

So Shafter McShaftyFace Shafter is at HHN I am cleaning the apartment for our new Pet Fuchs and downloading/stealing songs from the internet. Shafting Bastard Shafter.

I realized how sad my life was today. I was making some eggs scrambled with cheese (the only way i eat them) and I was pulling a Peg Bundy (smoking) and ashed in my eggs. And shamefully ate them anyway. I saw the ash and pretended it was pepper.

I don't see any huge flocks of birds in Florida and it makes me sad.

I am going to clean a little more and get good and shit faced.

I had bad dreams last night. Every time I fell asleep I woke up an hour or two later in a cold sweat.

I dreamt that a pizza guy came to the house and tripped on the stairs on his way out. He hit his head on the concrete and was killed instantly. I knelt down next to the body to see if I could see where he hit his head and he started bleeding. I got his blood in my mouth, I could taste it. It was thick. I rain inside and washed my mouth out. I grabbed Dan's phone and tried to call 911 but I couldnt get through. I tried my phone and Keegans phone too. No one cared that there was a dead . I ran around the apartment complex trying to get help cause there was a dead guy on my porch and no one cared.

I also dreamt that I driving by the ocean and got out to walk along the beach. The water was so blue and pure and the waves were maybe 20 feet high. They broke and crashed onto the shore. The waves got bigger and bigger and I felt myself being sucked back toward the water, the force was so strong it knocked me down and I grabbed at the earth. I grasped huge chucks of sand, fruitlessly trying to gain a hold. I was pulled back into the water and pushed forward on a giant wave. I crashed and rolled into the shore and was sucked back again. Over and over.

I dreamt Keegan cleaned my room. And you all know how I feel about people touching my stuff.

I fell asleep on Dan's futon holding my glasses. I thought I was awake. Someone kept walking in the room and looking at me and touching my head and shoulders. It'd shuffle around the room and leave and I would hear it walking around the apartment. I didn't see it cause I kept my eyes closed. It kept doing it and I didnt know who/what it was but I knew it was bad. I woke up and thought I was still in the dream. No one was home but I would hear noises from the outside and think it was coming from inside the apartment. I was a-ferred.

A thing from Beka... let the HTML gods be on my side.

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eXpressive: 5/10
Practical: 2/10
Physical: 5/10
Giver: 4/10

You are a RSYT--Reserved Sentimental Physical Taker. This makes you a Brute.

You are volatile, stormy and incredibly sexy. You have a hungry, fascinating way about you. You are a riot when you're happy and a menace when you're angry. You are strangely appealing to your target sex, and they find themselves drawn in despite their wiser instincts.

In your professional life, your type makes you a star, a force to be reckoned with, and the one people trust when they have a problem that's beyond them. In a relationship, you are a bull in a china shop, and if your partner isn't clever s/he may get plowed down. I could warn you to be more communicative with and sensitive to your partner, but that's just not going to happen. You don't ask much of your significant other, so you have no tolerance for high demands on you. For you, it's either love it or leave it.

You work hard and play hard. You enjoy a good drink. You have had many lovers and will have many more. People try and fail to get you into bed. They want you for a friend and fear you as an enemy.

This may not sound too flattering, but the truth is that because you know yourself so well you're happier in a relationship than most everybody else.

Hemingway would write about you. Maybe Hemingway is you.

Of the 108659 people who have taken this quiz, 2.7 % are this type.

So, I went to my SisTORs house for the hurricane, again. I called Keegan and found out that Kirkman didn't lose power, again. I watched the news and saw Orlando wasn't swallowed up into the core of the earth, again. So, I'm stuck here, on yet another day off. Painfully sober. Again.

Dank lost power, which sucks for him, but we are traveling back home at dawn. I want to sleep in my own bed again and shower in my own shower.

Work fucking sucks hardcore balls lately. I missed so much work from the hurricanes I'm dead broke, but my brother in law lent me some cash. I tried to pay him back but he wouldn't take it.

I talked to the ex a few days after Political Rally Tuesday. He's back with his ex now. The one he promised me he was over when he was with me, the one he never wanted to see again. I don't think it should bother me as much as it does. I didn't want to be with him anymore, hence the leaving him. I have someone else now. So what's the deal? I'm pissed off that he lied to me and that he used me. I think I am a good person. I can cook, I'm almost kinda pretty, I'm intelligent and oh so witty. And when I left he didn't care. He wanted that sickly psycho bitch. So fuck him. He can have her and her drama. And she'll leave him again, because she doesn't want him, she just wnats to play head games. And he'll be alone while I'm having the time of my life. I keep telling myself that anyway.

No! No! Fuck him. And fuck being friend with him too. He can sit alone programming his computer all day. Why should I be his friend? He wasn't a very good boyfriend to me. Sure, he paid for dinner, he helped me fix my car, and that was all appreciated. But no, fuck that. He didn't respect me. He had sexy chat with his "friends" up North. He was always drooling over other chickies in my company. Fuck him, fuck that noise. I'll be happy now, thank you.

(oh, if you're reading this, which I doubt you are, all my friends that you liked and wanted to hang out with fucking hate you because you hurt me. have fun with your fragile piece of trash. I give it six months and you're ass will be alone again) I don't know if any of this will make sense tomorrow, so just take it as hormonal feminine babble.

T minus 4 hour until I get to go home.

stupid hurricane.

I tried to give Toby a bath today. He didn't like it.

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Date:	2004-03-19 21:00
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm

I'd like to give a shout out to all my anonymous users. Mere..Mal.. Rob.. um.. all three of you!

One for me *swigs tea* one for my homies *spill*

My birthday is on the 30th. Yay. I will also be broke-assed broke until April. I've decided that this will not hinder my plans for ringing in two decades of greatness. No worries, worrying won't change anything. I'll just work harder and not spend my money on silly things. Being broke won't kill me. Possibly not repairing the brake lights of my car could kill me, but I'll get over it.

Black Matt's back to work, that totally rocks. ( I offcially know too many Matts and now must start labeling them. Kinda like with Gay Rob, My Rob, and Rob the Cook.)

Dan K let us borrow Tropico and Roller Coaster thing maker game. I've learned some important lessons about gravity and killing whores.

I went over K's and swam in his pool, his pool of death.

I learned that my car has no brake lights and if I expect a man to fix it I'll need to put out.

I bought some headbands.

Date:	2004-02-28 21:02
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	bouncy
Music:	Maybe the Grateful Dead.

I had an ear infection a while back that was not fun at all. I also scratched my eye. I have not worn my contacts since. Glasses are just fine and wonderful.

A gentleman with a hemp lanyard shook my hand for using “doppelganger” in casual conversation.

I’ve started a Sorceress in Diablo 2. She lacks the confidence and the power of the assassin but damn.. that lightening is pretty cool. She’s a level 41 now. I remember when she was just a level 6 and could barely could her head up under a skull cap.

I was invited to a threesome at work. Table 21 slipped me a note that read: Paula is bicurious and has never been with a woman before. She is looking for someone to share this experience with us… blah blah blah. Although flattered, I was taken aback. I politely rejected the offer. Besides, I don’t get naked for three dollar tips. What if that’s all they could afford? Go to fucking Waffle House. And they kept grinng at me like a pair of heavily tattooed Cheshire cats. Gross. A guy from table 32 was hitting on me as well. He kept asking if I had a boyfriend and what his name was. Then I told him. Then he kept calling me Ursula Gatorade. He even left me a note that said “I want to lick you, Ursula Gatorade.”

Robbie got his motorcycle fixed, and I got to ride on it. I felt so bad ass. It was so hot. And we went to breakfast at IHOP wearing helmets and god, it was so hot and badass that “hot and badass” are the only words I could possibly use to describe it. It was a great day, one of the best. We had fun the night before, I think I made dinner (or was that another night..) and went for coffee at Denny's. We snuggeled in the morning. Badass breakfast. Good day.

Please excuse me, I’ve been sipping the bowl all day.

Christine and Matt had a fight at Denny’s last night and they both quit. Christine… oh well. But Matt! He was my buddy. He protected me and stuck up for me. It makes me sad. Thank god Devin is coming into work tonight or I’d have nobody for solace.


I talked to Mallory a few days ago and I miss her and Meredith both terribly. I think they need to move to Florida. If they don’t get a chance to visit me this year, next year I have to make a run to Pa to pick up 6 grand (thanks pop!) Maybe I’ll use part of that and the three of us could have a vacation.

Keegan and I think Dan’s going to start his trail period sometime next week.

I want to see that Passion movie to see what’s going on. I don’t remember who I discussed this with (either K or Keegan or Di or Rob) but you know, Jesus did a lot more than just die. I think he’d be pretty pissed off that his torture is all we can focus on. Like you know, the uncondiononal love and the miracles and the whole MESSAGE OF LOVE YOUR FUCKING BROTHER that we all seem to miss.

Ugh, my head’s all empty.

OH OH OH AAnd... we got a new host at work. He's totally awesome. He's super host. He.. actually works! And he plays D2. Awesome, I tell you.

You're Colombia!

You do a lot of drugs, and these have kind of distorted your view of
reality, to the point that everyone looks like an enemy.  You keep trying to restore
order over your schizophrenic world view, but you don't even know which goal is your own
and which is someone else's.  You're pretty sure someone needs to be punished for all
this, but who that is changes all the time.  Things would be a lot better for you if
you switched to coffee, or even to decaf, but all this money would be hard to give up.

Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

Stuff you may have missed: A Jamacian, Friday the 13th ORAMA, Barry and his amazing giving away cookies skills, I hate you still, IHOP + Ferraris = Deadly, the death of a waitress.

I may or may not elaborate.

01[x]How old am I?
02[x]How did we meet?
03[x]What is my best feature?
04[x]What do you like about me?
05[x]What do you hate about me?
06[x]Who is my best friend(s)?
07[x]What is a memory we share together?
08[x]Name something you would like to do together:
09[x]What are 5 of my favorite things?
10[x]You're putting this in your journal too right?

Date:	2004-01-29 07:24
Subject:	Fucking disgusting.
Security:	Public
Mood:	annoyed
Music:	Bajie singing

A circuit county judge remarked at the hearing of man who allegedly raped, kidnapped, and beat a woman, "Why would you want to rape her, she's no day at the beach." Granted, the woman, who is in her 50's, didn't look her best. I mean.. afterall.. the man pummeled her face. The judge... said that... in court. The judge also offered the defendant a plea bargain because he did not want to spend months in court. This is that same judge who sat in the case against the man with the trashed yard which lasted forever and a day. When later asked why he made the comment, the judge said he could not remember making that remark.

*blink blink*

Ok, ok, I advocate free speech. I also understand that a human's mind occasionally thinks comments that are... distasteful. We all think them, some of us say them, and some don't. I don't think many of us grasp the concept of having compassion when making such broad statements. Regardless, with free speech comes certain responsibilities, and consequences if abused. I think this cocksuck should be removed as soon as possible.

Let's consider the qualities of a good judge. Judges must have integrity, fairness, diligence, they should be hardworking. They must treat citizens in court with dignity and respect. And, obviously, have an extensive knowledge of the law.

The man obviously cannot be attentive if he can't even remember saying that in court. Hardworking? Offering a plea so HE DOESN'T HAVE TO SIT IN COURT? (Side note: The job of a judge, to preside in COURT) Ok.. dignity and respect? Why would you rape her? I mean, Christ's sake. What the fuck.

It boggles my fragile mind. Boggles and fills with rage.

Granted, the woman wasn't in court when he said this. But, children, courts have men and women who sit in tiny little desks and type everything down said in court word for word. And guess who reads these transcripts done in court? Possibly people involved in the case...? Maybe? just a hunch?

So this guy says "Why would he rape her, she's no day at the beach?" He says this about a woman who was beaten, raped, kidnapped and forced to drive around her abuser for several hours, a woman who's world was turned upside-down, a woman who just had her entire soul ripped apart into several pieces and spat. A man who is supposed to be unbiased, impartial, fair...regardless of race, religion, creed, sex, LOOKS, etc etc etc.

Yeah, you have the right to free speech. You also have the obligation to take responsibilities for your actions. Judge Fuckity Fuck can think or say whatever he likes when he's just Fuckity Fuck. When hes at home with the kids, when he's talking to his wife in the bedroom, when he's driving in his car. But when's he's a judge, He has certain responsibilities to uphold.

Sorry for my ramble. I just thought you might find it interesting.