What A Day!
I have to update becuase today was a day worth rememnbering.
(btw, I just noticed that LJ autosaves? HOw the hell do I access the saved version anyway?)
I was driving aorund my work, looking for a parking spot... wait, I have a new job in San LUis Obsipo. I'm a cocktail watiress again, at a bar called the Black Sheep. It's a pretty cool place, like the BBC only smaller, and the people are a lot cooler.
I drove by a Planned Parenthood and there were a bunch of people camped out in front of it in blue jersey-like things. Printed across their chests were the words ''Escort Service''. I shrug, keep driving. Maybe there's been some anti abortion terroristas around lately.
At the end of that block on the corner is your typical bland mid western looking type white lady. You know, the kind that is common as white bread in Kansas, always wear flowing flowered print shirts, and have short grey hair. She dashes out to my car as I stop at the stop sign, and says ''HEllo miss''. I reply ''Hi'' and while my mind is occupied with thoughts of where the hell can I find free parking and my mouth is busy being polite, she shoves a bunch of pamphlets into my HAND. One of them has a picture of Jesus on it and says ''THe Divinity Code''. I give her a blank look, say ''Thanks'' and get ready to drive on. Then, the question that made me laugh my ass off... She looks me over and goes ''Do you speak Engles' or are Mexicaaaan?'' Laughing, I shake my head no and move on.
I mean really... do I LOOK mexican?!
And man, that pamphlet is really confusing too. It outlines different options that are alternatives to abortions. Shows one of those horrible pictures of an eight week old fetus before and after abortion... yet also has an advert for those abortoin drugs you can take the day after.
So that was weird thing number one. Weird thing number two was when I got to work, and there were cops everywhere. Apparantly a disgruntled ex-employee robbed the place night. Yech. Tweaker!
Anyway... my parents are visiting, and I'm going to perform my daughterly duty by fulfilling my fathers desire for clam linguine. Yippee!
(btw, I just noticed that LJ autosaves? HOw the hell do I access the saved version anyway?)
I was driving aorund my work, looking for a parking spot... wait, I have a new job in San LUis Obsipo. I'm a cocktail watiress again, at a bar called the Black Sheep. It's a pretty cool place, like the BBC only smaller, and the people are a lot cooler.
I drove by a Planned Parenthood and there were a bunch of people camped out in front of it in blue jersey-like things. Printed across their chests were the words ''Escort Service''. I shrug, keep driving. Maybe there's been some anti abortion terroristas around lately.
At the end of that block on the corner is your typical bland mid western looking type white lady. You know, the kind that is common as white bread in Kansas, always wear flowing flowered print shirts, and have short grey hair. She dashes out to my car as I stop at the stop sign, and says ''HEllo miss''. I reply ''Hi'' and while my mind is occupied with thoughts of where the hell can I find free parking and my mouth is busy being polite, she shoves a bunch of pamphlets into my HAND. One of them has a picture of Jesus on it and says ''THe Divinity Code''. I give her a blank look, say ''Thanks'' and get ready to drive on. Then, the question that made me laugh my ass off... She looks me over and goes ''Do you speak Engles' or are Mexicaaaan?'' Laughing, I shake my head no and move on.
I mean really... do I LOOK mexican?!
And man, that pamphlet is really confusing too. It outlines different options that are alternatives to abortions. Shows one of those horrible pictures of an eight week old fetus before and after abortion... yet also has an advert for those abortoin drugs you can take the day after.
So that was weird thing number one. Weird thing number two was when I got to work, and there were cops everywhere. Apparantly a disgruntled ex-employee robbed the place night. Yech. Tweaker!
Anyway... my parents are visiting, and I'm going to perform my daughterly duty by fulfilling my fathers desire for clam linguine. Yippee!