aquasilvercj's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"WTF?\" What the fuck does that mean? the blind beggar stands at the corner, holding his white cane and his cardboard sign. i come back later and stand next to him with a sign that says, "he's not really blind" he reads my sign and attacked me with his cane. apparently he wasnt really blind. In my Social Theory class yesterday my prof asked if anyone knew what McJobs were. I was the only one who raised my hand (go figure) and explained that they were jobs that required no special skills- anyone could be trained to do them. He asked for an example and I started to say that I have a McJob (working in retail) but then realized that there have been more than a few employees that have come through who were TOO STUPID to put up clothes correctly... If you're too dumb to work in retail, just give up now.
Batgirl has consumed too much alcohol again. Me, vampiress (fangs and all), I have been drinking as well. I need to urinate. She lays next to the porcelain god and pays ritualistic homage until she passes out. She's there for three hours. Even though she's passed out, she manages to maintain the Batgirl death grip on the bowl. I cannot pry her off. Keeping in mind my own personal emergency, I threaten her and then hike my skirt up above my ribs, squatting in the bathtub like a duck. I can only hope she blacked out. THE AMISH Driving through pennsylvania dutch country to go to a family function. See an amish kid (no beard yet) using a gas powered leaf blower, and it completely ruins a childhood myth of mine. Talking with the family later, it seems that the amish will use electricity an modern conveniences for their livestock (heated barns, electric fences, automatic milking machines, etc.), but not for their children. My cousins have overheard the amish parents scolding the children in the middle of the night for sneaking out to the barn to be warm. I'm working at this place in NJ, third shift. I'm the manager, but no one wants to work third shift, so I'm doing it all by myself, and I'm there after working over 24 hours because the shit needs to be done whether or not there are people to do it. I stay awake by walking to the nearby 7-11 every hour or so for doritos and a double-gulp (64 ridiculous ounces) of Sprite. I drank too much Sprite that night. Far too much. Have you ever gone to the bathroom expecting this monster dump, and then shit Sprite for a full minute? I swear, after it was done I looked down, and the stuff was still fizzing. AND THE CLASSIC This morning my mom saw the blood stains on my blanket. Little does she know, they're not from some girl back at school. They're from the time I beat my head against the wall so hard it started bleeding. 7:12 p.m. - October 20, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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