commas and pariods have become inerchangable worldwide...
today paul took me to pick up my dress from nello's. we entered from opposite sides of the store because i wanted to see the pretty dresses in the front window and paul was content with the parking lot. i went to the the desk and said i wes there to pick up my dress. i told her my name was Geraldine because she was holding it under my mom's name. when we left she said "bye Geraldine, i hope u have a good time!", then paul takes the time to explain to her that my name is not geraldine and that it is my mom's name, as if it mattered, then he makes some off color comment about how Geraldine is a nigger name. meanwhile the lady behind the counter in european and probably didnt see the humor in this statement at all. i had a look of horror plastered on my face and the lady winked at me as if to say "im sorry u were raised in an insane asylum, it must have been awful"... i can't take that ass hole anywere.
i then bathed, and clipped my toe nails. i was supposed to go shopping but when my mom got home she began to stress me out about getting a job, so i decided to take a nap/go to bed. then just as i had reached the most blissful of conditions, fucking Janet Hyman calls to remind me that i am a failure at life and to rub in the fact that i didnt get her scholarship like so many others that i have applied for. she then told me that she would like me to drive all the way out to her house in the middle of nowere again to pick up my disgusting painting. i said thank you and told her how lovely it was to hear from her again. then i could not continue my nap so i got up, went online to look for a job and ended up searching for online foreign pharmacies... i found one, in large print it says NO PRESCRIPTION NEEDED!!! implying that while the site was created for cancer patients, drug addicts and anorexic head cases are more than welcome if they got the dough. then i made a call, one of those calls where u know u will get the answering machine and sure enough u do, because u always do, and u begin to wonder why this person even has a phone. u dont leave a message because no one will ever listen to it and u dont have any kind of brief or important info to share anyway. but as usual i was disappointed even though i expected nothing more than what i got. as soon as i hung up the phone rang, i answer, its bigguns, i knew it would be him, i think i might be a telephone psychic. biggens had to go, ok so this surprised me... then i make that pathetic call again, just for kicks, i think im falling in love with the robot voice on the machine, i hang up again, the phone rings like shabam, its grandma. she wants to give me some shirts. so i make the trip to the back yard to collect my prize, i bring my mom for protection, grandma's got that dog u know, "Champ" she calls it. grandma asks me what i think about realestate, i ask her if she has ever heard of the Chupacabra, she hadnt, so i told her all about it. she was not expecting this and i was amused by her amusement. i then invited her to my house to see my pretty mermaid prom dress and to watch this PBS special staring me. about 15 seconds into the film she looses concentration and begins to ask me what i think about realestate, i tell her that no one gives a damn about realestate, she says they do if they r going to invest in it, i asked if she planned to do so, she said she did not, so i told her to watch the tape or i would never invite her over again. she asked my mother if i was okay.
i dial the robot's number again, i think we are really hitting it off.
^ this is a chupacabra. they r mexican corn feild monsters who suck the blood of sheep at night. when i was searching for this cic i spelt it wrong and a bunch of vagina shots poped up. i dont know what the fuck that was about, but if ur a pervert the misspelling was chupacobra, have fun!