My Tomatoes are not Fingers.

Reverse the nouns.

Today was SO not my day. Pissed my co-worker off because she thought I rolled my eyes at her. (i'm not stupid; even if i HAD, i'd never have done it in front of her; and i didn't, i was just confused by her overly-general question)

Mistook fingers for 'maters. Sliced some nice, clean striped onto the backs of my left index and middle fingers, top segments. Slight slits through nails too, but only slight. Didn't hurt when it happened, just shocked me. Kinda an electric pain, a.k.a. shocky but no hurt. It hurt an hour later. And when I used the 2nd alcohol swab an hour after it happened.....I kinda shrieked.

So black woman comes in, one of the ones that looks older and could easily say, "mmmmhm." Starts mumbling about wanting a turkey sub, I ask her size and type of bread, she mumbles...thought she said half, but she corrects me when I ask. Then asks what type of bread has the salami and bologna...I'm like...wat? You mean a Cold Cut Combo? She says yeah, I ask her again the type of bread and sub...she says Italian, then asks something I barely heard, I try and confirm her order...someone beeps. She acts kinda...freaked. Mumbles. I'm confused, imagined it was just angry people outside in the plaza.

She says something to my co-worker, I'm working on the sub, wondering about the continued beeping, she tells me to hurry it up, that she already told me she needed to get outside cuz it was her kid. I didn't know! I hurry up, she demands LOTS of oil, and Mayo. I put on mayo, and oil on the bottom of the sub, drench it...then she asks for veggies. Oy vey. So I do it. She eventually just leaves...

Comes back in 10 minutes or more and says there was no oil on her sub whatsoever, and that I wrapped it horrible and basically shoved it sideways into the bag. Fortunately my co-worker saw me and knew this was a COMPLETE lie. It was a 10 minute verbal stand-off with my co-worker being nice and the customer being just.....ugh.

Moral of the story? This was NOT my day.

Enter The Broom

Eww new blogger EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I miss the sienna/tan. :(

It's raining out. And today was odd.

Very few customers today. Spent most of the time working with Rob, who is apparently gonna give his 2 weeks notice soon. Too bad :/ He's one of the tolerable people. A male (no no gossip) who does his job and doesn't get annoyed with me, is simply reasonable.

...and had a guy ask for my number. Worked at the pizza place next door. I honestly did grin because...it was a first. It's never happened to me before. But honestly it was more a grin for the compliment. He did not appeal to me at all. Then he tried to talk to me and offer me free pizza, I declined, he didn't believe I was taken, then said I should have an open relationship, I just......turned into, cold shoulder bitch. He's a LOT like the 2nd James in my life. He'd have taken advantage of me, I was not attracted to him at all, and he fucking disrespected the fact I have a boyfriend. I may lace his next sub with exlax. -.-

It was flattering though to be wanted. A self-esteem boost is all xD

Oh my gooooddddd. I was so horny today I was like...ready to rape everything that moved. The horniness was...just...overwhelming. And I have a feeling it was showing, cuz I'm fairly certain 2 guys total took interest in me today. Probably was pheromones, I imagine I'm producing the primordial scent that humans don't know they catch a waft of and it's influencing others. Bah. It's driving me loco.

Brb while I go find a dildo for once in my life~ (i wish)

Run Away

Run away is the depression/suicide feeling. Some way, any way....you just have to leave your problems because otherwise they will overwhelm you, and suicide is what you decide if you have no run away choice...

Work just drained me last night...and today, for some reason I was just...out of it. And I pissed my grandma off for not being chatty...I get up at the time she tells me to, 10, every fucking morning. Asking me to ALSO force happy is just...-.- If I wake up naturally, I'm chatty. But if I force myself up, NO. I won't be. Then, when I thought about it, SOMETIMES I WAS.

WITH. MY. MOM.

MY. MOM.

They are NOT my mom. My mom got me, I loved talking to her. They aren't the fucking same. I don't want to talk about work when I just get home. YES, I'M SORRY I'M JUST LIKE MY DAD IN THAT RESPECT. SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MY GENETICS.

I mean...at the end of my shift...honestly...I just...I couldn't even...be my mom's perky work self. I just had to force a smile, and normally I'm really good at being customer friendly. I just...>_<

Every day is a work day. Even my day off because it's fucking church, hypocrites forcing me to go to something I DON'T BELIEVE IN.

My aunt will agree with my grandparents...I'm being rude, have no manners, never was taught, need to be more friendly or something...idk...or maybe not, but probably...then I'll get an hour speech...just.......

*screams* I want to move over there with Jake...oh yeah...got a redhead bf, for some reason I think I'm secretly happy about the ginger part, lol...if only green eyes...but silver is lovely too. But if I go I'd never be allowed back with anyone. My grandparents would reject me. I just don't know anymore, it's too fucking complicated.

I was growling and sneering at the world on my walk. I was biting all onlookers. No privacy.

I don't want to lose this blog but I think Jake's a safe bet and Idk why...sigh...either he'll be scared off or he'll accept...idk...run away...just.........
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p.s. 4/20/69...happy birthday mom...

Sun In The Sky, You Know How I Feel...

The fucking world...bah. I just need money. I have $363 in the bank that I can't use a penny of, because the world is not yet advanced enough. I asked for online banking when I made my bank account, but now I fucked up creating an account cuz they didn't already make one for me, and now it'll take several days. And Paypal will take a few days at least. Just...<<;

Yesterday was brilliant, my period came like a tidal wave of pain and blood but with it came relief from my moody bitchiness and misery.

Now my misery is back but it's just a mood swing. Still hurts though.

My mind's fogging a bit. Might be the trillion cookies I ate today, and all the soda and meats.

I was right though, my period came 4 days early. I can't tell if my current horniness is pre-ovu though. Oh well...but these fucking short cycles ARE. MURDER. -_- I don't mind the (costly) periods. I mind the fact they fuck me over emotionally for 2 weeks, worse than normal pms...

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Here is a kitty.





Here is another kitty.

:D

I feel less stressed already. But yeah, fucking Aunt stressed the fucking crap out of me. 2 fucking hours of being told all my manners are improper and I offend everyone. UGH.

I swear I wanted to scream and rip people's throats out.

:/

Bah. Also, my PMS is just getting worse and worse. I have two gigantic pain-balls on-top of my rib cage, and my stress is half because of the pms. I have been so spiteful.

Also, for SOME FUCKING REASON, my body temperature has sucked ass. I'm freezing. Have been for a week. And will be until my period. PLEASE come oh savior periodot. I sleep and wake up sweating, I wake and am freezing EVERYWHERE, the shiver CONSTANTLY in my spine. CONSTANTLY.

zdh...all the rest of my keyboard spam went on another page. ejfhmjjs is not on my msn contacts list, apparently.

*shivers* This body chill my pms is causing is INSANE. It's like...Idk. It's just bothersome. It's not like a fever, it's just...I'm cold. As though I am anemic or something I guess.

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x.o

New Blogger Interface Looks Unprofessional.

Really...it's just...white. It looks like what a new coder would make. Just...boring, white, plain.

*yawns* I've run out of things to say already, SO. That's all. Blogger, let me keep the old, much more aesthetically-pleasing layout. Kthx.