It brings a tear...
This week has been just crazy.
I don't do anything but work.
Last night...well, last night was tiring. I catered a wedding party. Weird because I have never catered shit in my life.
And I wasn't even catering shit, it was an array of coffees and salads.
I got payed 100 dollars. So it was worth it.
Tonight I worked at Public Safety again.
I kind of have a crush on one of the married, fourty year old security officers. He's very funny and charming and wears a uniform.
And a gun.
Let me present to you an odd parodox:
I do not support guns.
I do not believe in anyone needing a gun.
I hate murder, violence, excessive paranoia about "the terrorists" or "they gypsies" or whatever people think is out there.
Hunting makes me ill.
So why, why does the gun scene in the matrix make me feel all tingly?
Why do men in official uniforms with gun holsters give me that flighty girly feeling?
What is it about big guns that is so facinating?
Is it their blackness?
It is their badness?
Is it the symbol, the mere suggestion of so much power, so much potential for destruction...and protection?
The mystery, (I have never held a gun...ever)?
I do not know. I am unable to reconcile these clashing views.
All of this facination led me to be a hit woman for halloween once. I had a long black trench coat, big black boots and a super chunky "real gun" looking squirt gun that I spray painted black. I felt like the baddest woman alive that night. And it was just a plastic gun.
I think this might have some sort of connection to my dislike of babies. And maybe it is also linked to my obsession/phobia of blood. I do not know.
I am very affraid of knives though.
Knives give me a very uneasy, churning feeling in my guts.
I don't use knives very often at all.
I could never ever
ever
work for cutco, emily.
Instead, I work for public safety. Where there are guns.
But anyway.
I worked 8 hours with Jim today.
Jim is not the security officer I have a crush on.
Jim is a wonderful, sweet hearted gentleman who has taken me under his wing at the office. We have bizzare ammounts in common.
We went over favorite foods and movies today we both really like woody allen and donuts.
I showed him my LiveJournal and Friendster pages. He thinks my friends are very cool.
We also talked about drugs.
You guys would love him, he makes a lot of coke jokes.*
He felt very sorry for the dog with the "I eat Poop" sign. He said, "that is so cruel! he cant even read!".
Also, Joey is leaving us.
by us i mean US
of A
He is leaving the country. Going to Israel. His "homeland". Whatever.
Just because God promises you and all your ancestors a big piece of land to live and procreate on doesn't mean you actually HAVE to go there. For a whole fucking YEAR.
I mean, Jesus Christ, way to be a big fat over acheiver Jew.
(end of silly religious studies dork humor)
and end of this email aparently.
I am very very tired.
worked 22 hours in the past two days.
goodnight moon
M
*I say that because I feel like we make a lot of coke jokes too. Has anyone else noticed this trend?
I don't do anything but work.
Last night...well, last night was tiring. I catered a wedding party. Weird because I have never catered shit in my life.
And I wasn't even catering shit, it was an array of coffees and salads.
I got payed 100 dollars. So it was worth it.
Tonight I worked at Public Safety again.
I kind of have a crush on one of the married, fourty year old security officers. He's very funny and charming and wears a uniform.
And a gun.
Let me present to you an odd parodox:
I do not support guns.
I do not believe in anyone needing a gun.
I hate murder, violence, excessive paranoia about "the terrorists" or "they gypsies" or whatever people think is out there.
Hunting makes me ill.
So why, why does the gun scene in the matrix make me feel all tingly?
Why do men in official uniforms with gun holsters give me that flighty girly feeling?
What is it about big guns that is so facinating?
Is it their blackness?
It is their badness?
Is it the symbol, the mere suggestion of so much power, so much potential for destruction...and protection?
The mystery, (I have never held a gun...ever)?
I do not know. I am unable to reconcile these clashing views.
All of this facination led me to be a hit woman for halloween once. I had a long black trench coat, big black boots and a super chunky "real gun" looking squirt gun that I spray painted black. I felt like the baddest woman alive that night. And it was just a plastic gun.
I think this might have some sort of connection to my dislike of babies. And maybe it is also linked to my obsession/phobia of blood. I do not know.
I am very affraid of knives though.
Knives give me a very uneasy, churning feeling in my guts.
I don't use knives very often at all.
I could never ever
ever
work for cutco, emily.
Instead, I work for public safety. Where there are guns.
But anyway.
I worked 8 hours with Jim today.
Jim is not the security officer I have a crush on.
Jim is a wonderful, sweet hearted gentleman who has taken me under his wing at the office. We have bizzare ammounts in common.
We went over favorite foods and movies today we both really like woody allen and donuts.
I showed him my LiveJournal and Friendster pages. He thinks my friends are very cool.
We also talked about drugs.
You guys would love him, he makes a lot of coke jokes.*
He felt very sorry for the dog with the "I eat Poop" sign. He said, "that is so cruel! he cant even read!".
Also, Joey is leaving us.
by us i mean US
of A
He is leaving the country. Going to Israel. His "homeland". Whatever.
Just because God promises you and all your ancestors a big piece of land to live and procreate on doesn't mean you actually HAVE to go there. For a whole fucking YEAR.
I mean, Jesus Christ, way to be a big fat over acheiver Jew.
(end of silly religious studies dork humor)
and end of this email aparently.
I am very very tired.
worked 22 hours in the past two days.
goodnight moon
M
*I say that because I feel like we make a lot of coke jokes too. Has anyone else noticed this trend?