Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Listen up, Retards

I am only going to say this once. Do not fucking expect me to be your new best friend just because you signed my goddamned guest book. I don't give a flying fuck about you and your pathetic little life. Okay, you like my name, so what? Does that mean that I am obligated to like yours? That I have to visit your pathetic online journal to boast your fucking moral? I state in my intro that I hate you. I did not lie. There are very few people on the Internet that I care to chat with, to know, to be friendly with. Those people know who they are. If you aren't already my buddy, then don't expect to become one. Leave me the fuck alone, assholes! Now that that is out of my system, I feel slightly better. The only way to feel great would be to find those shmucks and beat their heads in with a sledgehammer.

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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Random updates

All right, I lied. I didn't break ties with Shawn, nor am I bored with him. In fact, things are heating up quickly. I spend quite a few nights a week at his house, and we talk nearly every day. I don't know what is going on in my head, so don't ask. Perhaps I am just scared of being in a relationship. I haven't really been in one for over two years. Stupid girl shit. I just bought some great movies, among the titles: Tigerland, A Midsummer's Night Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, Full Metal Jacket, and several more. These are classics, and everyone needs to see them during the course of their lifetimes. At work I have been moved to mornings. Before I worked the nights. This is great; I love having my nights free. Neko (my kitten) is a sweetie. He sleeps with me every night I'm here, and he comes when I call. I'm truly happy with how pleasant he is. My first kitten is the meanest cat I've ever had the misfortune of meeting.

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Saturday, July 24, 2004

Yesterday I got the vertical nip rings. So now there are two in each. I know I shouldn't complain, but I have far too many guys in my life. One would be enough, but four? And they are all older then me, by about five years. Le sigh. I have now been at the Kwik Inn for a year. Not bad for a waitress. Laters

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Saturday, July 3, 2004

I just got a kitten! He is the cutest little bugger. But he keeps chewing on my earrings. A few nights ago, he pulled all of the earrings out of my right ear. I was pissed. So Happy 4th of July and shit. I probably won't post on the 4th, so I post now. I hope you all blow your hands off with firecrackers and shit. Ha.

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Sunday, June 27, 2004

Hey folks. I just got my nipples pierced, yay. As soon as these heal, I'm going to get the vertical piercings on them. Sounds like fun, ne? They go really well with the wolf paw tattoos on my boobs, heh. I also got a rat tattoo on my ankle. That one hurt like hell. The others didn't hurt nearly as bad as this one did. Not even the nips. But I have discovered the way each body decoration feels in relation to the others. Tattoos only hurt when they are being inked on. After that, it's like they aren’t even there. Just skin. Piercings don't hurt while the needle is going in. They hurt approximately 20 minutes after you leave the parlor. And since I'm a chick, I have to wear a bra. That rubs against the nips...guys: just imagine someone slapping your nips for 7 hours straight. Feels nice at first, then gets annoying, then begins to hurt. I don't believe I will ever get a tongue piercing. I don't see the bloody point. Heh, bloody. Nor will I get a belly button ring. Fuck that. Gets caught on pants, then rips right out. And before it heals, it pusses. After it heals it pusses. Disgusting. I'm pretty much done with tattoos; the rat is the perfect tattoo for me. I own rats, love them. They are extremely clean and intelligent animals. You can pretty much teach them to do anything a dog can do, with certain allowances for their size. One of these days I'm going to get one of those Chinese Rats. Those things get to be the size of medium sized cats. That’s going to be a great conversation starter. As well as a great scare tactic, heh. Now I'm bored...night.

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Tuesday, June 8, 2004

Movies, Rants and Raves

I want to go shoot pool. Eventually I'll get better. When I do, I'm going to joing a pool league. Hey, a girl has to have goals. I've grown bored with Shawn, meh. Great in bed, but a rotten conversationalist. I went and saw The Day after Tomorrow. That movie sucks major ass. The only good thing about it was the special effects for the weather. Heh, tornados fucked up Los Vegas (was that the city? Don't remember). The movie had no plot. Oh, the Earth is going through its next ice age, damn it. Oh, well. I guess we'll have to evacuate the US. Complete bullshit. Do yourself a favor, and don't waste money on this movie. I also went and saw Shrek (sp?) 2. Great movie. That Puss in Boots makes me laugh even now. They completely ripped off Disney, something long overdue. Heh, I'm going to buy it when it comes out on DVD.

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Friday, June 4, 2004

Man, I am tired as fucking hell. Been working without a day off for over 2 weeks. Then, stupid me, I decided to go to the pool hall for the last two nights in a row. Well, it was fun *shrugs*. Not much going on...just bored and tired. Sigh.

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Sunday, May 23, 2004

His name is Shawn. God damn it, I really like him. Not love, that is too strong a word, perhaps infatuated. Certainly lust. I want to be with him in my spare time. I want to be held in his arms. Shit. I so don't need this right now. I've got too much crap on my plate for a guy, so why did I let this happen? I'm such a loser.

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Monday, May 10, 2004

Heylo

Still alive. Yup. Hard to believe. I am going to kill an idiot. I wrote a wonderful play, it has to get performed tomorrow, and this moron continues to make excuses as to why we cannot get together to practice. I am going to murder him. It will be easy; I'll just slip some rat poison into his coffee. Shh, don't tell anyone. Since I am extremely bored, I'll let you all read my play. Reviews are welcome. The basic format for the sequence of the play is this: The resulting event is first, while the event that caused the first is last. If you are still confused, just read the damn thing. Act 1 [Teressa (14) is holding something in her hands, it is wrapped in a cloth, so we can’t see it. Anne (18) sits on the couch, reading. Dean is not present.] Teressa - Anne…[her voice sounds strange] Anne - [looks up.] What? Teressa - I’ve [clears throat] I’ve got to do something. Anne - [puts down book, stands, and moves toward Teressa] What are you going to do? Teressa - [her hands are behind her back] I’m going to-to- Anne - What are you holding, Tessy? [Teressa brings hands to the front, the package in one of them] Anne - [Takes package, opens it.] A gun…what is this for Tessy? Teressa - I’m going to stop Daddy. [She looks at Anne.] Mommy was killed by a drunk driver, right? [Anne nods] Daddy is out driving right now, and he is drunk, right? Anne - It’s not the same thing, Tessy. Teressa - [grabs gun] What if he kills somebody else’s Mommy? Will it be the same thing then? Anne - No! It will never be the same thing! That is our Father; he would never do anything like that! [She grabs for the gun, Teressa pulls it away] Teressa - You just don’t get it, do you. This is not right! He has no right to do what he does! Anne - You’re the one who doesn’t get it, He gave us everything we have. So what if he gets tipsy every now and then. Teressa - It’s not every now and then, Anne! He gets drunk every single day! Anne - And he is entitled to do that. Just leave him alone; when I move out, you are coming with me. So throw that piece of trash out, and think like a rational person again! [She makes another grab for the gun.] Teressa - [she steps backward] You can’t move out! He takes your whole paycheck to buy alcohol. This is the only way. [Dean walks in, bottle in hand. He doesn’t notice the gun as he walks to the table. Anne walks over to the couch and picks up her book. Teressa stands still, gun at her side.] Dean - Who’s making dinner? Anne - I am. Teressa - Make your own dinner, you disgusting pig! Dean - What? [He looks at Teressa for a second then comes at her with arm raised.] [The gun is fired. Dean staggers backward, hand on wound. He falls to ground.] Act 2 [Teressa (13) and Anne (17) are cleaning the house up. Anne sweeps with the broom while Teressa holds the dustpan. Dean is not present] Anne - Do you want to go out later? Teressa - Where would we go? Anne - I don’t know, how does bowling sound? We haven’t done that since Mom died. Teressa - I don’t remember how. Is it hard? Anne - [laughs] It’s real easy. All you do is roll a ball and knock over these pins; they sorta look like milk jugs. And they sell pizza at the bowling alley, so I’ll get us both a slice. It’ll be fun, what do you say? Teressa - Okay. [She bends over with the dustpan so Anne can sweep dirt onto it.] Anne - [sets the broom up against the table then leans against it herself] Do you know where Dad went? Teressa - [dumps dustpan.] I think he went to the store. Anne - [makes disgusted noise] Probably to get more beer. Teressa - Yup. [Dean walks in. He is carrying a bag and an open bottle, which is covered by a brown paper bag. He kicks the door shut, then wobbles over to the table. Anne moves away from the table as he approaches. Teressa moves over to Anne, and they both watch Dean as he unloads the bag.] Dean - Teressa. Teressa - Daddy? Dean - Why didn’t you get me more beer this morning? Teressa - [nervously fidgets] I didn’t have time, I’m really sorry Daddy. Dean - You’re not sorry, not yet. Come here. [He looks at her, waiting] [Teressa begins to move toward Dean.] Anne - [she moves in front of Teressa] It’s my fault, Dad. I should have gotten you some more, but I forgot. Teressa - [stage whisper] What are you doing? I was the one who forgot! Anne - [focuses on Dean.] Just shut up and let me deal with this. I’m sorry Dad. Teressa - Anne… Dean - Get your ass over here! [Strides over to Anne and grabs her hair, pulling it as he walks backwards] Teressa - [screams] Anne! Anne - Get the hell out of here! [Is thrown to the ground as Dean begins to kick her.] Go! Dean - Forget [kick] my [kick] beer [kick] will [kick] you? [Kick] [Teressa runs off stage, Dean stops kicking Anne and walks over to the couch and turns on the TV. Anne slowly gets up off the floor.] Act 3 [Teressa (12) is sitting at the table doing her homework. Dean is sitting on the couch watching TV; he has a bottle in his hand and takes frequent swigs off it. Anne (16) walks in; she is visibly agitated. As she walks over to the table to set down her stuff, she crosses in front of the TV.] Dean - [snarled] Watch where you’re walking! Anne - [she looks up from her purse and glances at Dean.] Sorry Dad. Teressa - Where’ve you been? I thought you were taking me to Baskin Robins today. Anne - Well, I got off work late today, then I had a little trouble with the car. [She sits down at the table] Dean - What kind of trouble? Anne - Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, Dad. [She pulls off her over shirt] Dean - [Stands, and then walks over to the table; he is wobbling (drunk)] Tell me. Now. Anne - [flips her hair] Some idiot rear-ended me at a red light. [She looks at Dean] Like I said, don’t worry about it. I got his insurance card, and I’m going to make him pay for the damage. No big deal. Dean - What did I tell you about that car? [He takes a swig] Anne - Treat it like it is brand new. But Dad, this wasn’t my fault! And it’s not really that important. Dean - [wipes mouth] So the car is not important, huh? Anne - Dad, that’s not what I meant! [She half stands] I said the repairs weren’t going to be a problem! Dean - [backhands her across face, she falls to ground] Shut up! [Anne rocks back and forth. Dean takes another swig on his bottle, then realizes that it is empty. He slams it down on the table.] Dean - [kicks at Teressa] Grab me another beer. [He swaggers over to the couch and sits down heavily] [Teressa gets him another bottle.] Act 4 [They are at the mother’s funeral. Teressa (11) is crying loudly; Anne (15) wipes her face silently; Dean is stony faced. They are standing close together, Dean with one hand on each girl’s shoulder. Dean begins to pull the girls away from the grave.] Teressa - Mommy…[sob]…Mommy! Dean - It’s all right. Mommy is in a better place now. Anne - Dad, is Mom coming back? Dean - No, Anne. Mom can’t come back. But don’t worry; she still loves you very much. As do I. Anne - Why did she have to leave us? Dean - Because God needed her up in heaven with him. Anne - I need her here with us! Make God bring her back. [She looks up at Dean] Dean - Sorry sweetie. I can’t do that. I wish I could, but I can’t. [He looks at his feet for a second, then back at Anne] Don’t worry. God has a plan for us all, just because we can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there. [They all walk off together, Teressa still crying into her hands. Dean half hugs them both as they walk backstage.]

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Monday, April 26, 2004

Happy B-day to me

Today is my birthday. I must admit, I am proud to have survived this long. This is a hectic world we live in, and the longer we live, the stronger we become. So happy birthday to me, I am 18. I will reward myself by getting a couple of tattoos and a few piercing's. Hey, I earned the privilege. That and the money. I kissed a lot of ass to earn those crappy tips, and I might as well splurge a bit. Then all the rest of the money will be stashed in my bank account till I rent an apartment. A number of people I didn't know knew that my b-day was today and they wished me a happy one. Very surprising, but also pleasant. All in all a good Birthday.

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