Zebra and Dalmation Print Will Never Match.
One night I had to find someone to cover for me for work because I had fallen sick and slept for something like 17 hours. So, after calling almost every employee I was finally able to get Mackenzie to cover for me for the night. Well, I had forgotten that was the night my Grammie was going to stop by my workplace to drop off my Dad's birthday present and I would take it home to him. She got to the store and asked Mackenzie for me, this was when he proceeded to walk to the back room to go fetch me and stopped dead in his tracks because it had hit him what stupid mistake he was about to make. Mackenzie whipped around and yelled to my Grammie, "Ohhh, wait !! I'm covering for her!"
Talking on the phone with my boyfriend, John, one night we came up with a sweet invention; such as my chocolate filled marshmellows invention. We conjured up our invention of something like a munchy chip. They're kind of like special brownies except it's for the munchers that don't enjoy baked goods quite as much as they do greasy carbs when the munchies hit them after a long night of gettin' high.
I have to ride the bus home from highschool in the afternoon. I have a crazy ass black woman as a bus driver who changes the color of her weave to match her outfit and nails just about every week. Riding the bus home one afternoon me and this girl that I'm forced to sit with because of said crazy ass bus driver start talking about her outlandish outfits and hair-do's. This is when we take notice that her scarf around her neck is of dalmation print and the bandana on her head is of zebra print. The girl sitting next to me quietly states, "Joan Rivers would have a field day on her outfit." I think I giggled to myself for the whole walk up my road at the blunt randomness of her comment.
At work on a cold, rainy Sunday night we didn't have any customers for at least the last 2 hours before we had to close up. Chris, a fellow employee, and I decided to close up like 10 minutes early. Of coarse we had to have customers come in 10 minutes before closing! .... or else I wouldn't be telling you this story. Just so happens 10 minutes before we were actually supposed to be closed, three middle school girls come skipping into the store. Chris starts freaking out so I told him I would just go out there and tell them we're closed for the night. I walk out and proceeded to tell them that I was sorry but we were closed and everything had been put up and cleaned. Well.. they decided to get middle school bitchy at me and tell me that we weren't closed and I was going to give them ice cream. After finally getting it through their head that there was nothing I could do to physically serve them ice cream, even if I wanted to, one of them actually snapped their fingers and said, "fine! I'll just get my mom in here!..........Lataaa.'' Chris had been listening in on the whole ordeal and we just looked at each other and started laughing so hard we actually welled up. After regaining composure I told Chris to go run and lock the door so even if her Mom had wanted to get into the store she couldn't. Now, Chris and I don't say goodbye to each other... we say "lataaa" like an immature overpriveleged middle school girl. Oh, and I'm still waiting for her Mom to "come bitch me out."
My girls, Sarah and Brittani, and I went out to see Stomp The Yard, one night. It's a great movie but it's so much better if you see it in theatres because 1) You get to see their crazy stompin' facial expressions and 2) I've never sat with a more entertaining crowd. Between the bright red headed soccer mom cheering on the guys and clapping her hands in the movie when they did well at "stomp battle", the little boy sitting next to me that got up to go to the bathroom at least 7 times, the black lady sitting next to Brittani yelling "Yeah!" and "Oh child!", and my two best friends whipping out Gladware full of popcorn... I had a pretty sweet night.
I received Brandon Boyd's, From the Murks of the Sultry Abyss. It was the best purchase I have ever made for myself at 3 in the morning online with my debit card on a splurge. It's 50 bucks but it is totally worth every dollar.
Just recently I discovered it has gotten harder for me to tell a good, eventful, funny story to friends who read my LiveJournal. So please, if I spend an excessive amount of time with you and you're featured in most entries please stay off this website so I can continue to tell you these stories that make my days brighter.
Ohhh, I'm just kidding. Keep on reading!
Talking on the phone with my boyfriend, John, one night we came up with a sweet invention; such as my chocolate filled marshmellows invention. We conjured up our invention of something like a munchy chip. They're kind of like special brownies except it's for the munchers that don't enjoy baked goods quite as much as they do greasy carbs when the munchies hit them after a long night of gettin' high.
I have to ride the bus home from highschool in the afternoon. I have a crazy ass black woman as a bus driver who changes the color of her weave to match her outfit and nails just about every week. Riding the bus home one afternoon me and this girl that I'm forced to sit with because of said crazy ass bus driver start talking about her outlandish outfits and hair-do's. This is when we take notice that her scarf around her neck is of dalmation print and the bandana on her head is of zebra print. The girl sitting next to me quietly states, "Joan Rivers would have a field day on her outfit." I think I giggled to myself for the whole walk up my road at the blunt randomness of her comment.
At work on a cold, rainy Sunday night we didn't have any customers for at least the last 2 hours before we had to close up. Chris, a fellow employee, and I decided to close up like 10 minutes early. Of coarse we had to have customers come in 10 minutes before closing! .... or else I wouldn't be telling you this story. Just so happens 10 minutes before we were actually supposed to be closed, three middle school girls come skipping into the store. Chris starts freaking out so I told him I would just go out there and tell them we're closed for the night. I walk out and proceeded to tell them that I was sorry but we were closed and everything had been put up and cleaned. Well.. they decided to get middle school bitchy at me and tell me that we weren't closed and I was going to give them ice cream. After finally getting it through their head that there was nothing I could do to physically serve them ice cream, even if I wanted to, one of them actually snapped their fingers and said, "fine! I'll just get my mom in here!..........Lataaa.'' Chris had been listening in on the whole ordeal and we just looked at each other and started laughing so hard we actually welled up. After regaining composure I told Chris to go run and lock the door so even if her Mom had wanted to get into the store she couldn't. Now, Chris and I don't say goodbye to each other... we say "lataaa" like an immature overpriveleged middle school girl. Oh, and I'm still waiting for her Mom to "come bitch me out."
My girls, Sarah and Brittani, and I went out to see Stomp The Yard, one night. It's a great movie but it's so much better if you see it in theatres because 1) You get to see their crazy stompin' facial expressions and 2) I've never sat with a more entertaining crowd. Between the bright red headed soccer mom cheering on the guys and clapping her hands in the movie when they did well at "stomp battle", the little boy sitting next to me that got up to go to the bathroom at least 7 times, the black lady sitting next to Brittani yelling "Yeah!" and "Oh child!", and my two best friends whipping out Gladware full of popcorn... I had a pretty sweet night.
I received Brandon Boyd's, From the Murks of the Sultry Abyss. It was the best purchase I have ever made for myself at 3 in the morning online with my debit card on a splurge. It's 50 bucks but it is totally worth every dollar.
Just recently I discovered it has gotten harder for me to tell a good, eventful, funny story to friends who read my LiveJournal. So please, if I spend an excessive amount of time with you and you're featured in most entries please stay off this website so I can continue to tell you these stories that make my days brighter.
Ohhh, I'm just kidding. Keep on reading!