PEOPLE!
ok, time to vent because i didn't get enough of that from my Ashley
So I fucking hate black chicks.
Sorry I can't keep my mouth shut anymore.
I hate the black chicks that come into maxrave that are way to fucking "hood" for me
You're fucking rude, you know you can't fit in our clothes, your loud, your obnoxious, did i mention RUDE?!?!
Like really, do they have to start a fight with everyone?
What is that gonna solve?
It's not gonna make me like you and talk to you nicely, or get that size for you, or help you find something cute that will fit.
No, it makes me want to punch you in the face and fucking kick you out of my store so you can stop wasting my time!
I had some bitch today SCREAM "WHAT SIZE DO YA'LL GO UP TA?!?!" While I was on the phone.
I yelled back "EXTRA LARGE"
I get off the off
BB (Black Bitch): Dis is fawse advertisin
J (Jil): How do you figure?
[BB and UBF (Ugly Black Friend) give J the look of "I'ma fuck you up!"]
J: Sorry, I just really dont understand how a splatter paint hoodie is FALSE Advertising
BB: Cuz you said is an extra large
J: Yeah...
BB: Well I'ma extra large and dis dont fit
J (trying to be polite): Yeah well our clothes do a run a little small, but I wouldn't consider that false advertising
BB: Well I cant fit it, isa lie
J: Well like I said our clothes run a little small, I mean I wear a large and I'm not that big
[J walks away so she doesn't punch the BB and UBF out]
I later find out these assholes wanted to slap me.... really right now?!
Oh. Then my keyholder, who is malado and prego thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Like not call into work EVER just NOT show up. Then text a former employee and say how she was in the hospital and is going to Rochester.... this girl who is suppose to be my friend and has been for quite a few years.... once again,.... really?
So I have a missing key holder and fucking fat black bitches who want to fuck me up, awesome.
Then I have some more crazy ass ghetto bitches who come in all singing and dancing like they are fucking famous.
When really, they look like boys with that awful weave they have in.
They are all acting like their life is a musical and a struggle being from Buffalo and all, cuz the streets are SOOO rough. (hey, I'm not putting down b-lo streets, I know they really can be rough but compared to NYC and Detroit.... NOOOOOTTTTTT sooo much!)
Mind you... Jordan Sparks (Who I do actually like) was playing on the Muzak for the 1000000000000 time since I've been there at 2.
These ghetto bitches are all dancing to it, and I think "wow fun... but sorry I can't stand anymore Jordan Sparks for today", so I change it. And it's Meese "Next in Line"... Good tune.
GB (Ghetto Bitch): Did you REALLY just change that?
J: Oh yeah, I'm sorry
GB: You should be, Why'd you change that?
J: I didn't like the song......?
GB: Well WE did, and WE want it back on
J: Well I'm sorry
GB: You changed it on purpose
J: Yeah... cuz I didn't like the song, I listen to it like 60 hours a week everyday of my life
GB friend: Oh She's just playing miss, I'm sure you do get sick of hearing it all the time
GB: No I ain't you know how i is!
GB Friend: Stop
GB: NO! She changed it on purpose cuz she saw us jamming out...
GB Friend: She doesn't mean that miss! Let's go
Mind you again the GB's friend... was a LOT lighter skinned than the rest...
So that was my awesome day at work.
Oh. Then. I have my stupid fucking Rock Star texting me... really, stop already... I'm sick of playing these games. I refuse to play these games.
My heart is a little tender and quite frankly... I dont think you can handle me, and I'm not sure I can handle you and your stupid little texting disappearing game.
Go find a groupie who is totally cool with that
I like your music, I like you. For the person you are when I talk to you, correction, talkED to you.
You seemed like a good kid and we had a lot in common
But... I can't stand to be "last in line" if you will.
I dont like being that person where if the 3 before me didn't answer, then it comes to me.
I dont like that.
So on that note, I'm gonna drown in this alcoholic beaverage, and some food and watching One Tree Hill
I can't wait to see what adventure tomorrow brings!
*Peace
So I fucking hate black chicks.
Sorry I can't keep my mouth shut anymore.
I hate the black chicks that come into maxrave that are way to fucking "hood" for me
You're fucking rude, you know you can't fit in our clothes, your loud, your obnoxious, did i mention RUDE?!?!
Like really, do they have to start a fight with everyone?
What is that gonna solve?
It's not gonna make me like you and talk to you nicely, or get that size for you, or help you find something cute that will fit.
No, it makes me want to punch you in the face and fucking kick you out of my store so you can stop wasting my time!
I had some bitch today SCREAM "WHAT SIZE DO YA'LL GO UP TA?!?!" While I was on the phone.
I yelled back "EXTRA LARGE"
I get off the off
BB (Black Bitch): Dis is fawse advertisin
J (Jil): How do you figure?
[BB and UBF (Ugly Black Friend) give J the look of "I'ma fuck you up!"]
J: Sorry, I just really dont understand how a splatter paint hoodie is FALSE Advertising
BB: Cuz you said is an extra large
J: Yeah...
BB: Well I'ma extra large and dis dont fit
J (trying to be polite): Yeah well our clothes do a run a little small, but I wouldn't consider that false advertising
BB: Well I cant fit it, isa lie
J: Well like I said our clothes run a little small, I mean I wear a large and I'm not that big
[J walks away so she doesn't punch the BB and UBF out]
I later find out these assholes wanted to slap me.... really right now?!
Oh. Then my keyholder, who is malado and prego thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Like not call into work EVER just NOT show up. Then text a former employee and say how she was in the hospital and is going to Rochester.... this girl who is suppose to be my friend and has been for quite a few years.... once again,.... really?
So I have a missing key holder and fucking fat black bitches who want to fuck me up, awesome.
Then I have some more crazy ass ghetto bitches who come in all singing and dancing like they are fucking famous.
When really, they look like boys with that awful weave they have in.
They are all acting like their life is a musical and a struggle being from Buffalo and all, cuz the streets are SOOO rough. (hey, I'm not putting down b-lo streets, I know they really can be rough but compared to NYC and Detroit.... NOOOOOTTTTTT sooo much!)
Mind you... Jordan Sparks (Who I do actually like) was playing on the Muzak for the 1000000000000 time since I've been there at 2.
These ghetto bitches are all dancing to it, and I think "wow fun... but sorry I can't stand anymore Jordan Sparks for today", so I change it. And it's Meese "Next in Line"... Good tune.
GB (Ghetto Bitch): Did you REALLY just change that?
J: Oh yeah, I'm sorry
GB: You should be, Why'd you change that?
J: I didn't like the song......?
GB: Well WE did, and WE want it back on
J: Well I'm sorry
GB: You changed it on purpose
J: Yeah... cuz I didn't like the song, I listen to it like 60 hours a week everyday of my life
GB friend: Oh She's just playing miss, I'm sure you do get sick of hearing it all the time
GB: No I ain't you know how i is!
GB Friend: Stop
GB: NO! She changed it on purpose cuz she saw us jamming out...
GB Friend: She doesn't mean that miss! Let's go
Mind you again the GB's friend... was a LOT lighter skinned than the rest...
So that was my awesome day at work.
Oh. Then. I have my stupid fucking Rock Star texting me... really, stop already... I'm sick of playing these games. I refuse to play these games.
My heart is a little tender and quite frankly... I dont think you can handle me, and I'm not sure I can handle you and your stupid little texting disappearing game.
Go find a groupie who is totally cool with that
I like your music, I like you. For the person you are when I talk to you, correction, talkED to you.
You seemed like a good kid and we had a lot in common
But... I can't stand to be "last in line" if you will.
I dont like being that person where if the 3 before me didn't answer, then it comes to me.
I dont like that.
So on that note, I'm gonna drown in this alcoholic beaverage, and some food and watching One Tree Hill
I can't wait to see what adventure tomorrow brings!
*Peace