Sunday, November 30, 2003
hi there. there is so much to talk about right now! where do i start? well, i meant to write about thanksgiving the other day, but my enigma absorbed me. so lets see.. well i will move backward from now.
first of all, i am permanently scarred for life due to an incident that happened on the train this morning. it was like 10 am and i was on the E going to manhattan, and i was reading my book, and i looked up and there was this crazy homeless looking man fucking JERKING OFF. i was like "oh my god." i looked back down at my book, but he had this crazed look in his eyes, and he was looking down the car, i was soooo happy that he wasnt looking at me, but it was so gross. i was afraid to get up, cos i noticed him at 50th St and i had to get off at 42nd and he was sitting right beside the door. he had his pants on, and his bag over his lap, but the arm movement was unfuckingmistakable. i kept thinking that i would go to the doors and his stuff would get on me and i would DIE. seriously. that is soo gross. i cant even imagine masturbating on the subway. EVER. EVER EVER EVER EVER. i felt so dirty and disgusting and ew. ugh.
rewind to last night.. i worked a double yesterday and i was making really good money, like 40% tips and whatnot, and i was in a super good mood being silly and smiley, then my second to last table accused me of stealing his money! he claimed to have put two $100 bills in the book, but really there was only one. he gave the book to maria and i made him the $3.75 in change, and he stood there for a minute, then he was like "i put two hundreds in here" and i was like "no." so the fuckin cops came, and they intercepted his girlfriend at the bathroom, and she claimed that he had, in fact, put only ONE hundred in the book. but he kept accusing, and the cops didnt believe him, management didnt believe him... they said he could file a complaint with corporate if he wanted to. he seriously wanted me to give him $100. riiiight. so he fuckin didnt tip me on $96.28, which made me mad, but whatever. he made me cry. i couldnt believe that someone would accuse me of stealing. i was like "WHAT?!" that is soo offensive! i gave them great service, i recommended an appetizer, it was bullshit. but despite being stiffed on what should have been a $15 tip, i still walked with 15%, which means i averaged over 20% for the whole day, since i tipped out more than 5%. i gave my busboy $5 extra bc he was helpful. so ha to you mister con artist. i think that was my waiting record, i made $280 in 11 hours. woooooooo!
so whats left? um, i got a hair cut, its the shortest i have ever cut it, and i think i like it but im not yet used to it.. then there was thanksgiving. that was fun. we went to my cousins and i saw the baby who is absolutely precious. my grandmother was really nice to me, she helped me to make the potato soup, and she told my mother that i was beautiful. she said "when did she get so beautiful?" and my momma was like "she has always been beautiful!" but seriously that is SUCH a compliment from her, because she hates us. my mom was marvelling, she was like "when you wear make up, yr strikingly beautiful." so i was all ego girl bc i felt so good about myself. dinner was great, my soup was a huge hit, and everything was yummy. i also made a lemon merangue pie which was yummy. i bonded with my grandfather, and i told him what was going on with me graduating and moving back to li.. then my brother and i went to my dads and watched coming to america with him and my step brother. friday morning it was soo hard for me to get out of bed, bc both kitties were in my bed with me. yoda baby was nestled against my leg, and bella was next to my head. i love when the kitties sleep with me, i miss having a cat sooo much. i cannot wait till august!! i think i am getting two babies. my mom thinks i should get two from the same litter, but i dont know. i cant afford a siamese, and she is buying me a siamese. like my yoda, and my coco. i miss my coco, i cant believe he has been gone for six years. but he has, and it makes me so sad.. i still feel him around the house when i go home.. bella is a persian, so she looks like a little gray lion. she has this squished face and all this super soft fur. her real name is peanut, which i think is retarded, but its my brother and his girlfriends cat, so they named it. my mom calls her bella (or belly, more often). shes named after grizabella, the glamor cat from CATS.. which is a much more fitting name for her, bc she looks like she should be wearing a collar of diamonds. she is a very high class kitty. she is so stupid though. friday morning, my door was just slightly ajar, and shes too little to have figured out how to open doors, like yoda has, so she put her feather toy in her mouth and ran head first into my door to get it open. its really funny, bc yoda is a small cat, he was the runt of his litter so hes small and slender and sleek and gorgeous, and bella is still a baby, but when she grows up she will be bigger than him. he bats her around a bit, but he also loves her, he was laying on top of her, holding her down and cleaning her, then he bit all her nails. hes so maternal ahahaha.. i wonder if the power dynamic will change when she grows up.
speaking of moving back.. im still so nervous about the whole thing. im going through the process of becoming certified to teach, which is good, but a one bedroom apt in a complex costs $1150/month, which is what we pay here for our two bedroom! plus when i left six years ago, i swore i would never go back. i look at the people and im like this is sooo not me, but the boys are pretty hot, and the hardcore scene is still thriving, so ill start to go to shows again and do all the things that made me soo happy while i was there. its like i hate the city and i hate the suburbs, but what is left after that is the country and i am equally against that. hmpf.
anyway. i just got home from work and i havent showered since friday night. not as gross as it sounds, well maybe. but i havent had time! i went to work yesterday and casey asked me if i wanted to work a night shift also, so i did and i got home at like 1230, and i had to open this morning so i was against getting up early or staying up late to be clean and then immediately reek of refried beans again. however, i now have time, and i guess victor is coming over tonight, so i should be clean for company..
first of all, i am permanently scarred for life due to an incident that happened on the train this morning. it was like 10 am and i was on the E going to manhattan, and i was reading my book, and i looked up and there was this crazy homeless looking man fucking JERKING OFF. i was like "oh my god." i looked back down at my book, but he had this crazed look in his eyes, and he was looking down the car, i was soooo happy that he wasnt looking at me, but it was so gross. i was afraid to get up, cos i noticed him at 50th St and i had to get off at 42nd and he was sitting right beside the door. he had his pants on, and his bag over his lap, but the arm movement was unfuckingmistakable. i kept thinking that i would go to the doors and his stuff would get on me and i would DIE. seriously. that is soo gross. i cant even imagine masturbating on the subway. EVER. EVER EVER EVER EVER. i felt so dirty and disgusting and ew. ugh.
rewind to last night.. i worked a double yesterday and i was making really good money, like 40% tips and whatnot, and i was in a super good mood being silly and smiley, then my second to last table accused me of stealing his money! he claimed to have put two $100 bills in the book, but really there was only one. he gave the book to maria and i made him the $3.75 in change, and he stood there for a minute, then he was like "i put two hundreds in here" and i was like "no." so the fuckin cops came, and they intercepted his girlfriend at the bathroom, and she claimed that he had, in fact, put only ONE hundred in the book. but he kept accusing, and the cops didnt believe him, management didnt believe him... they said he could file a complaint with corporate if he wanted to. he seriously wanted me to give him $100. riiiight. so he fuckin didnt tip me on $96.28, which made me mad, but whatever. he made me cry. i couldnt believe that someone would accuse me of stealing. i was like "WHAT?!" that is soo offensive! i gave them great service, i recommended an appetizer, it was bullshit. but despite being stiffed on what should have been a $15 tip, i still walked with 15%, which means i averaged over 20% for the whole day, since i tipped out more than 5%. i gave my busboy $5 extra bc he was helpful. so ha to you mister con artist. i think that was my waiting record, i made $280 in 11 hours. woooooooo!
so whats left? um, i got a hair cut, its the shortest i have ever cut it, and i think i like it but im not yet used to it.. then there was thanksgiving. that was fun. we went to my cousins and i saw the baby who is absolutely precious. my grandmother was really nice to me, she helped me to make the potato soup, and she told my mother that i was beautiful. she said "when did she get so beautiful?" and my momma was like "she has always been beautiful!" but seriously that is SUCH a compliment from her, because she hates us. my mom was marvelling, she was like "when you wear make up, yr strikingly beautiful." so i was all ego girl bc i felt so good about myself. dinner was great, my soup was a huge hit, and everything was yummy. i also made a lemon merangue pie which was yummy. i bonded with my grandfather, and i told him what was going on with me graduating and moving back to li.. then my brother and i went to my dads and watched coming to america with him and my step brother. friday morning it was soo hard for me to get out of bed, bc both kitties were in my bed with me. yoda baby was nestled against my leg, and bella was next to my head. i love when the kitties sleep with me, i miss having a cat sooo much. i cannot wait till august!! i think i am getting two babies. my mom thinks i should get two from the same litter, but i dont know. i cant afford a siamese, and she is buying me a siamese. like my yoda, and my coco. i miss my coco, i cant believe he has been gone for six years. but he has, and it makes me so sad.. i still feel him around the house when i go home.. bella is a persian, so she looks like a little gray lion. she has this squished face and all this super soft fur. her real name is peanut, which i think is retarded, but its my brother and his girlfriends cat, so they named it. my mom calls her bella (or belly, more often). shes named after grizabella, the glamor cat from CATS.. which is a much more fitting name for her, bc she looks like she should be wearing a collar of diamonds. she is a very high class kitty. she is so stupid though. friday morning, my door was just slightly ajar, and shes too little to have figured out how to open doors, like yoda has, so she put her feather toy in her mouth and ran head first into my door to get it open. its really funny, bc yoda is a small cat, he was the runt of his litter so hes small and slender and sleek and gorgeous, and bella is still a baby, but when she grows up she will be bigger than him. he bats her around a bit, but he also loves her, he was laying on top of her, holding her down and cleaning her, then he bit all her nails. hes so maternal ahahaha.. i wonder if the power dynamic will change when she grows up.
speaking of moving back.. im still so nervous about the whole thing. im going through the process of becoming certified to teach, which is good, but a one bedroom apt in a complex costs $1150/month, which is what we pay here for our two bedroom! plus when i left six years ago, i swore i would never go back. i look at the people and im like this is sooo not me, but the boys are pretty hot, and the hardcore scene is still thriving, so ill start to go to shows again and do all the things that made me soo happy while i was there. its like i hate the city and i hate the suburbs, but what is left after that is the country and i am equally against that. hmpf.
anyway. i just got home from work and i havent showered since friday night. not as gross as it sounds, well maybe. but i havent had time! i went to work yesterday and casey asked me if i wanted to work a night shift also, so i did and i got home at like 1230, and i had to open this morning so i was against getting up early or staying up late to be clean and then immediately reek of refried beans again. however, i now have time, and i guess victor is coming over tonight, so i should be clean for company..
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