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Somebody sent me a virus today, because I sent out a story about a retarded girl getting fucked. Now, mind you, I run this list. It's called Dark Side of the Web. The whole theme of the list is sick, nasty, disgusting shit. And they sent me a virus.
Seems like there's gonna be a hacking war tonite. And I won't be the one losing my hard drive.
Kathy isn't working at SAL anymore. She was a temp manager, and now she's at the Salisbury store, full time. Now, we have Everett. At first, I thought he was going to be a mega-dick. He has this weasely, child molesting look to him. He stands like, 5 foot tall, and I met him while we were mega busy. So he was in a shitty mood, and kinda snappy. But after things calmed down, he was really cool. HE TURNED THE RADIO STATION TO 93.5!!!!!!!
Picture this. SAL.... usually playing cheesy ass music.... ABBA, Otis Redding, that Lola song.... crap. Now, we get 93.5 (when Ev works).
Words can not describe the look of shock on an 80 year old woman's face, when she is shopping and "Highway To Hell" is blaring over the radio. Words can not describe how fucking funny it is when Queen's "Big Bottomed Girls" is playing, and theres lots of fat people in the store.
And... oh my GOD..... he did the fucking funniest thing at the end of the night.
We close at 8pm on Sunday's.... we can't lock the doors until 8 sharp. So usually, we end up with people coming in at 7:58, and we have to wait for them to finish. He was all like "if anybody comes in now, give them the grumpy look" (and he did it: picture George Bush taking a mega-shit, and that's his grumpy look). And I told him that I was really good at that face, I use it all the time. He said "well, you ever seen the Chinese man?" Nooooooo...... "YOU! GET OUT MY STORE! NOW! YOU GO NOW! ME NO CALL COPS, YOU GO NOW!"
That, my friends, was pure hilariousness (word?).
Pauletta worked until 3, she was, as always. QueenCunt. She tried to tell me what to do, like she's my fucking boss or something. HA! She's all like "do register while I go to the bathroom". Ok, no prob. 10 mins go by. I peek back to the backroom, she's back there smoking. So I do register, reeeeaaaalllll slowwwwww....... so a line forms, really long. And I am "forced" to call Ev for backup on the register, because Pauletta has been "in the bathroom" for the last 10 mins. Needless to say, Ev isn't too happy with QC.
QC thinks I am utterly desperate to keep this job. I have a backup, I can go back to DuPont at any time. I may get laid off in 6 months, but by then, I'll have cash backed up, until they call me back. Maybe I shouldn't be such a puss in telling her how I feel about her. But I'm just too nice... until I get pushed just a little too far.
It always ends up like that. Someone does something shitty to me, I let it go. Something else shitty. I let it go. Then, that one day... somebody catches me in the wrong mood, and something little happens, and BOOM.... they get the verbal smackdown. It's happened too much, it may be why I have no friends.
And all too often, I misdirect my anger. Instead of going off on the person pissing me off, I let it build. And when someone else does something stupid, playing around, I go off on them. ugh.
Put myself in a program of recovery
Saw another side of
Life that was beautiful
It allowed me to incorporate a way of life
That was meaningful to you
But you can never
Let go of the past
Sometimes the winner
Is really dead last
I know I'm clean
But my mind is so
Filthy, so beautiful
Don't rush me
I'm fragile
I won't bark
But I'll bite back
And I'll attack
Do you belong?
I've been trying
To get over
Being God but it's
Just too much fun
To control
This beast doesn't let me go
It's making me feel
So strong
I'm trying to recreate insanity
Feel so Strong
Seems like there's gonna be a hacking war tonite. And I won't be the one losing my hard drive.
Kathy isn't working at SAL anymore. She was a temp manager, and now she's at the Salisbury store, full time. Now, we have Everett. At first, I thought he was going to be a mega-dick. He has this weasely, child molesting look to him. He stands like, 5 foot tall, and I met him while we were mega busy. So he was in a shitty mood, and kinda snappy. But after things calmed down, he was really cool. HE TURNED THE RADIO STATION TO 93.5!!!!!!!
Picture this. SAL.... usually playing cheesy ass music.... ABBA, Otis Redding, that Lola song.... crap. Now, we get 93.5 (when Ev works).
Words can not describe the look of shock on an 80 year old woman's face, when she is shopping and "Highway To Hell" is blaring over the radio. Words can not describe how fucking funny it is when Queen's "Big Bottomed Girls" is playing, and theres lots of fat people in the store.
And... oh my GOD..... he did the fucking funniest thing at the end of the night.
We close at 8pm on Sunday's.... we can't lock the doors until 8 sharp. So usually, we end up with people coming in at 7:58, and we have to wait for them to finish. He was all like "if anybody comes in now, give them the grumpy look" (and he did it: picture George Bush taking a mega-shit, and that's his grumpy look). And I told him that I was really good at that face, I use it all the time. He said "well, you ever seen the Chinese man?" Nooooooo...... "YOU! GET OUT MY STORE! NOW! YOU GO NOW! ME NO CALL COPS, YOU GO NOW!"
That, my friends, was pure hilariousness (word?).
Pauletta worked until 3, she was, as always. QueenCunt. She tried to tell me what to do, like she's my fucking boss or something. HA! She's all like "do register while I go to the bathroom". Ok, no prob. 10 mins go by. I peek back to the backroom, she's back there smoking. So I do register, reeeeaaaalllll slowwwwww....... so a line forms, really long. And I am "forced" to call Ev for backup on the register, because Pauletta has been "in the bathroom" for the last 10 mins. Needless to say, Ev isn't too happy with QC.
QC thinks I am utterly desperate to keep this job. I have a backup, I can go back to DuPont at any time. I may get laid off in 6 months, but by then, I'll have cash backed up, until they call me back. Maybe I shouldn't be such a puss in telling her how I feel about her. But I'm just too nice... until I get pushed just a little too far.
It always ends up like that. Someone does something shitty to me, I let it go. Something else shitty. I let it go. Then, that one day... somebody catches me in the wrong mood, and something little happens, and BOOM.... they get the verbal smackdown. It's happened too much, it may be why I have no friends.
And all too often, I misdirect my anger. Instead of going off on the person pissing me off, I let it build. And when someone else does something stupid, playing around, I go off on them. ugh.
Put myself in a program of recovery
Saw another side of
Life that was beautiful
It allowed me to incorporate a way of life
That was meaningful to you
But you can never
Let go of the past
Sometimes the winner
Is really dead last
I know I'm clean
But my mind is so
Filthy, so beautiful
Don't rush me
I'm fragile
I won't bark
But I'll bite back
And I'll attack
Do you belong?
I've been trying
To get over
Being God but it's
Just too much fun
To control
This beast doesn't let me go
It's making me feel
So strong
I'm trying to recreate insanity
Feel so Strong