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every time i eat something with seeds (like a smoothie) and some get stuck in my teeth and i go to spit them out, all i can think of is that in the wild im supposed to eat them and poop them out so they can grow to be new plants.
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| I will follow you into the dark |
[15 Nov 2009|09:01pm] |
Dear You,
Sometimes I look at other couples and I'm jealous of them. Especially G's because her boyfriend is always texting her, always apologizes, or A's because her and N don't go a day without hanging out. Then I realize that that's stupid. We have us. We're perfect. We're both huge dorks, we send each other dirty texts and sometimes we do it to joke around, sometimes we don't. We can be best friends and still get it on, oh yeaah <- and kid around like that. The next minute we could be lying there and you just look into my eyes and tell me you love me. There's no where else I'd rather be than with you. I told you I really want to go ice skating this year and you told me that you'll take me even though you don't want to go, but you'd go to make me happy. You let me be myself and there's nothing more I could ask for. Today when I called you up crying, you knew that instant something was wrong. I've never cried in front of anyone other than family members before, ever. That I just had no problem coming into your arms and sobbing means a lot. I realized my grandmother's death would have been slightly easier if I just let myself cry to you. I've bottled that in for so long, only crying when I'm alone.
I used to cry while we were lying together and you couldn't see my face. Her death hurt me in such ways that I now feel comfortable expressing to you. The other night when you came over and just hugged me telling me how upset you were while you were doing your yardwork today because you always see sons and dads doing that together, and now your dad doesn't live with you. I don't understand that type of pain, but I know you and I know what you need. We thrive off of each other. Moshing in my room when we're alone, or slow dancing in kitchens, or pretending we're middle schoolers. I can text you with song lyrics and you'll tell me you were just thinking of that song. We're so much more than I could have hoped for. I wished for so long we would be back together, I never imagined things would be this amazing. I could never ask for anything more baby. You're incredible, we're incredible. I love you.
Love,
Me.
P.s. One day I'll print this out and show you, I have to. Maybe for Christmas.
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Hotel front desk!
We have a certain band staying at our hotel that is wholesome and patriotic but apparently rejected by society.
Anyway they are here with all of their roadies.
( Cut for language )
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[15 Nov 2009|07:08pm] |
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Mmm butternut squash
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| Two weeks. |
[15 Nov 2009|07:05pm] |
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I like the hotel room, I just won't like being all alone.
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[15 Nov 2009|05:57pm] |
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They never fail to succeed... to fail.
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[16 Nov 2009|12:07pm] |
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If harry potter had heaps of money why didnt he buy some new glasses?
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[16 Nov 2009|12:46am] |
Have you ever met a celebrity? Who?
it could be a celeb in everyone's standards or only your own.
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[15 Nov 2009|05:35pm] |
ETA: As I said in my last post:
Now, we're polite and accommodating with our customers, but we are encouraged to NOT just blow over if they're being rude or abusive with us, that's right, I get to have a backbone, we're not subservient. Just thought I'd mention that so I don't get and "OMG BAD_SERVICE!" because I wasn't exactly being perky and happy towards the ends of these calls.
Harley dealership.
My dealership was having a "garage sale" on all the used bikes today, the ad on the radio also advertised discounts up to 60% off in Motorclothes and Parts.
Phone call:
Me: _______ Harley-Davidson, this is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) serindipitous, How can I help you?
Him: So, lemme get this straight, you're having a sale.
Me: Yes on all the used bikes.
Him: Well what's the percentage off?
Me: I don't know, actually, but-
Him: So you have an ad on the radio and you don't even know what the sale is?
Me: I'm in apparel, actually, I have nothing to do with bike deals, but I can get you in touch with sales.
Him: OH you're in apparel? And all you're stuff is 60% off?
Me: No, not all of our merchandise, SOME of our merchandise is up to 60% off.
Him: OOOOH Ohh I see. That's quite the fu**ing ploy, isn't it?
Me: Do you want me to put you in touch with sales or not?
Him: *CLICK*
Another phone call:
This was 30 minutes before open, but we were having an event so I picked up.
Him: Hi, do you know where Blackwater St. is?
Me: I'm actually not from the area and the only other person I have here is from Othertownfaraway, so I don't think I can help you, I'm sorry.
Him: Well do you have any numbers to the town offices? *it becomes clearer what's happening*
Me: This is a H-D dealership, I don't have any of those numbers, you can try going on the city website or calling 411.
Him:...Maybe you should just put me in touch with one of the (stressed) GUYS so that I can actually get the information I want.
Me: I'm sorry there are NO GUYS here right now, maybe you should try the other options I have suggested. Have a nice day.
*CLICK*
Seriously?! CALL 411! Just because I work in the town does not make me Mapquest or Information!
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[16 Nov 2009|12:34am] |
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If you had your own business, which industry/field would it operate in?
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| Partly Lucid |
[15 Nov 2009|02:34pm] |
I've been having dreams where i'm partly lucid and i either get excited or scared so i close my eyes in the dream, think about my bed, and open my eyes & then i wake up. I was wondering if anybody else has these..
Here's an example. I had this dream about a month ago. I was driving away from this guy that was chasing me. I remember driving in the night and ther was lots of traffic. The dream was actually so incredibly vivid, i still remember the goosebumps on my arms, the feeling of pressing the car pedals, and hearing the radio. Apparently i got so stressed about the guy catching up to me that i parked my car. Then i turned over onto my left side ( how i usually sleep) and i closed my eyes. I was thinking "okay, i'm going to wake up now" and i concentrated on my bed. Suddenly, when i opened my eyes, i was awake.
A dream i had last night occurred in Mexico where i was lying in the sand with my friends. There were a bunch of things that happened but i'll skip to the part where i became excited because i knew it was a dream. I started to pinch myself because i couldn't actually feel it and then i shut my eyes again, and when i opened them i actually opened my eyes and saw my bedside table. I closed my eyes again, opened them, and i was back in the dream. It was truly the wierdest thing ever, and i just went along with my dream again.
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[16 Nov 2009|12:33am] |
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What's the dress code like at your job?
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[16 Nov 2009|12:31am] |
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Which do you think is more enjoyable: a job or being in college?
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[15 Nov 2009|02:26pm] |
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ratatat's song crips and crystal castles' song magic spells are my i'm-just-walking-down-the-street theme songs. if i had a boombox i'd pay a homeless guy walk behind me carrying it while i walk in step to the beat
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[15 Nov 2009|05:08pm] |
I have had a hell of a time with people calling for directions to the motel lately.
#1 - please, please please don't call in the middle of a fully booked night, tell me you need the address to put in your GPS, and then tell me to wait while you pull over and figure out how to put it in your stupid machine. You called me, remember? It'd be nice if, when I gave you the information you requested, you were actually ready to put it into that stupid thing. The crowd in the lobby was really not excited to watch me repeatedly tell you the address, the spelling, the address again because somehow you turned #1123 into #1569. How does it even sound alike? It doesn't. Truly.
#2 - I know Ohio is "right next to Pennsylvania," but I really can't give you directions to the motel from your house in Ohio to our motel. No, I really don't know where that highway you're on leads. Sorry, but I generally don't drive out to Ohio that often. I know my local roads, not yours. This is why there are things like Mapquest and GoogleMaps...why didn't you get some directions before you left for your trip? Oh, you thought it'd be cool to just call and ask me? Well, I'm not familiar with Cincinnati. Sorry, you're going to have to stop and ask for directions. Although I'm sure no gas station in your part of the state will know how to get you to my budget motel.
#3 - You need directions? You're coming from Nearby Town A? Ok, well you take Road X to Road Y, get off at Exit 1, make a left, another left onto Road Z - Oh, you need to know where DumbCompany is located because they told you they were located right next to my motel and you start a job there tomorrow? Are you staying here tonight?....No, you just figured I'd love to waste my time giving you directions? To someone who isn't even staying here? Have you heard of the internet or a map? Or better yet, why not ask your new job where it is located? Sorry, I don't know exactly which office building it is located in, because I am not here to give directions to DumbCompany. Thanks for wasting my time. Excuse me while I *headdesk* myself into oblivion.
#4 - I'm not sure where you got the impression that BudgetMotel offers Jacuzzi tubs, continental breakfasts, or plasma tvs, but no, I won't refund your $38.75 because the room was "unacceptable." It was clean, right? You were just disappointed it was a regular tub and tv? You probably should have spoken up before you spent the entire night then.
Seriously, no love today, guests. Other than my awesome couple of rooms from last night (including one group of women who left me a card at the desk thanking me for the directions/recommendations I gave them - they witnessed the first GPS guy conversation from the lobby) it has been like an episode of the Twilight Zone.
EDIT: And now I just got a crank call from Billy Mays. Awwwesome.
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| I know this is completely silly... |
[15 Nov 2009|05:00pm] |
But FUCK that I can't find people to rescue me in Mystery Dungeon! All the communities and forums I look on are dead by at least a week. Bleargh!
(Explorers of Sky ftw, btw.)
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[15 Nov 2009|04:28pm] |
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Will your next computer be a Mac or a PC?
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| The Convenient Widow |
[15 Nov 2009|09:27pm] |
Why do you treat him like this? He's had a complicated stroke that has levelled his world and you do THIS to him? What kind of woman ARE you, anyway? What kind of woman edits out the TRUE people who love him and want to fight his corner? What kind of woman bans his children from seeing him because they aren't hers? What kind of woman decides that she know longer has a husband and packs all his photos and cherished possessions away? What kind of woman wriggles out of seeing her husband and moves his hated BROTHER in? What kind of woman holds all the cards yet KNOWINGLY let him slip thru the NHS system, so he rots like an apple in the corner?
What kind of woman? Its You. Fuck You.
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[15 Nov 2009|04:04pm] |
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I'm getting back into the whole Livejournal thing and it feels really good.
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| witnessed suck. |
[15 Nov 2009|03:44pm] |
dear sir:
you are drunk.
highly drunk.
i understand this makes you a little less intelligent than you might normally be.
but the store policy of "purchase total must be over $5 to use a debit card" is not going to be changed because "dude, [you] really really need a beer and [you] don't have any cash right now."
please stop arguing with the cashier.
yes, if that's the policy, you probably are "gonna have to buy something fucking else just so [you] can get a goddamn beer!"
this policy does not make the cashier a "fucking faggot."
please GTFO the store, i want to buy my fucking rainbow goldfish and you are in the way.
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