» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

Scare of me life
When i was 17 i'd gone to Six Flags Magic Mountian ( for non yanks thats a giant roller coaster park) And had gotten on This giant coaster called ' Goliath' by myself, as my cuntsock friend didnt want to ride it. Piss on him, thought I. Well, I got in the seat, they strapped me in and lowered the chestbar, then when starting it up there was this " BZZZZZPSSSSSH!" noise, the cars jilted, then stood still. the operator, some ugly as hell cockrag with tapped glasses says in a very effeminate voice:" sorry folks, If you'd want to stay put we'll get the generator working in a few minutes." Many people wanted off naturally, but oh, not me. I stayed put, dolling my head against the chestbar and snuggling down into my seat. Soon, even through the Din, i was asleep. I didnt even feel it when the Cars jilted again and started to MOVE! imagine my suprise when i wake up screaming to a 50+ story tall DROP!
luckily i'd gone wee beforehand...
well, thats it from me.
(Tue 2nd Jan 2007, 17:38, More)

» Intense Friendships

Friends with a Wigger ( white man who acts black)
Back in high school, about my Senior year, I met a Guy named John Agin. He was new to the point of no one seeing him, talking to him, etc. Now having been the same my first year, ( as i too transfered from another school), I immeadietly walked up to him and said hi and introduced myself. i hated seeing people sit alone. He introduced himself, with an incredibly heavy New york accent. It turned out that he was indeed from Queens. His grandmother had adopted him and moved him out to California away from his meth head mother. He was a handsome bloke, Emerald green eyes, short brown hair, a killer grin. only thing is is that he was the only white boy in the school who wore FUBU clothing. Now, if your not from america, FUBU is an expensive brand of clothing created by an African American man of unknown name, FUBU meaning " For Us, By Us." And John wore the brand well, from shoes to Ball cap, all had the FUBU logo. and he wore " bling." ( meaning heavy silver- gold necklaces and rings.) He even had a diamond earing stud. The fucker talked black, walked black, and dressed like a rapper. ( and not eminem. i mean ludacris. snoop dog. the like.) I ignored his clothing choice, and we became friends. I thought as other people who did as he did in the shcool, he would be made fun of and kicked the shit out of by the REAL black people. but oddly enough, he was accepted. not just by blacks, but by the mexican gangs. and they WERE GANGS. As our friendship grew and his grandma or " Mammie" as he called her got a liking for me, His ties to the drug selling and graffiti bits of his other " clique" got stronger, i guess. We were like peas in a pod, with one of them being a Wigger. Okay, i could deal. we even gave eachother tattoos. Mine said " Johns girl" and his was his nickname, " Lil' Wolf". Sadly, that tatt faded away, and now i'm glad it did. ( would look horid as a married woman and mother of 2, why with my hubbys name being edward.) ANYWAY. One day, his gang buddies got him into picking a fight with the star Quarterback, and at lunchtime it began. John walks up to Billy, and punches him square in the chest. Now i'm off a bit, and i dont see whats happening quite yet. But i can hear his Chicano pals laughing. My brother, Julian, tells me that Billy has John in a headlock, and is making his face into hamburger, and no ones helping him. So as the chivalrous and caring best friend / Make out buddy, I run fast as my short, chubby legs will carry me over to see blood fly from John's nose. I jump up the stairs ( hnear the football stadium) and Sock Billy in the face hard as i can, then a knee to the Testicles. this makes him let John go. ( didnt know he got billy into it yet. he kept.. details from me.) but sooner or later, this 5"2 woman has a 6"4 guy on his knees, face bloody and holding his groin. that was the power of ME, baby. Soon, me and john get dragged to the principles office. We sit down inside, wheezing, and john reaches across and gives me a kiss on the cheek and a high 5. I thought i did something good, you know. but then, His grandma called me and BITCHES ME OUT, telling me that i had better NEVER TALK TO, LOOK AT, OR EVEN THINK about her "poor Johnny" again. It turned out ( and i learned this years later) that John's mexican pals told him that if he didnt get rid of me, They'd hospitalize him. I guess it wasnt " Cool" nor a " gang status builder" to get your ass saved by a 'Chick'. So he told his Mammie that The fight was over me, that i told Billy a lie about john to make billy mad enough to beat the shit outta him. After learning the truth ( after seeing john once more when he came to my house and told me, then begged that i be his friend again) I could only close the door in his face. Neverheard from him again. I heard hes in Jail right now for drugs and attempted manslaughter of one of his so called ' amigo's.'
(Sun 30th Jul 2006, 2:44, More)

» Restaurants, Kitchens and Bars... Oh my!

nother one from lil ol me
My husband of 5 years, Edward, used to work at a Jack n the box when we first started living together. He was a grill cook/stock loader and assistant manager. ( rather versitile man, *wink*) but anywho. he worked ther for a long while, and went up through the ranks. One day as he was in the fridge stocking fries and patties, his boss came up behind him while he was opening a box with a rather sharp boxcutter and said " ed, i need you to.." before letting out a gaspish sort of sound. Ed had been startled,( which isnt easy for my poor 6'4, 240lb hubby to do) and had slashed his inner arm near the elbow on his right arm accidentally. lest to say, 40 stitches inside, 45 outside later, he still has the scar, long as your index finger. he doesnt work fast food anymore, but still, its a rather nasty tale.( and i love my eddie. poor blighter. i shall have to boink him for memories sake later.)
(Tue 25th Jul 2006, 4:58, More)

» Restaurants, Kitchens and Bars... Oh my!

My stint as a waitress/dishwasher/janitor/cook at Hambys
bout 3 years ago i was able to get a job at a small, rundown restaurant called " Hamby's" out in the city of Hemet, in california. My Aunt was friends with the owner, and i needed to help my Fiancee with the finances. so the boss of the place, Jenny, let me on as a busboy, well.. buswoman, anyway. My job was to collect the dishes from the bins that the waitresses filled up behind the front counter, wash said dishes, and replentish the cook with fresh hot plates and fill the silverware bins and cups. At first, i thought it was all right, 8 hours of running to and fro, washing all sorts of cookery for 6 dollars an hour under the table. ( most of the staff was paid the same way.) I'd always thought the food was great, till i worked behind the scenes. my wash station was right next to the grill and saucebed. It turned out that not only was i to serve as dishwasher, but when the cook and 2nd mate called in sick, i had to cook as well, as The boss wouldnt catch herself dead doing so, the prissy bint. so, without my food handlers card and no clue as how to use the Grill and so forth, i cooked all together about a weeks worth. It wasnt the cleanest joint, having only a B rating. and back there, i saw why. they had a roack problem, and a mouse one, too. i saw the main cook, a mexican man who spoke NO english, cooking a tbone steak once, as a rather nasty looking cockroach skittered onto the sidebar. all "Raul" we shall call him did was smack it dead with the metal spatula, then continue to flip the steak with the same utensil. that soo made me not want to have my lunch cooked by him. sooner or later, as the only one who seemed to like me was 'Raul', the other workers decided to pull a fast one on me. the Boss told me to listen to whatever this one chap named " Ty" said, as she had to leave early one day. So i said " All right jenny" and got to the duties of scowering and cleaning the place after it closed. ( and fixing the back sink. see, janitor work too.) Ty told me to clean only the half of the kitchen i cooked and washed in, as there was a catering crew comming in to use the other half, and he would clean it after they were gone. so i said Okay, not wanting to argue with the guy who was basicly 2nd in command to the boss. i did whqat he told me and went off home. Next day i go in, and Jenny fires me for not completeing my work. I guess 'TY' hadnt informed her of the directions he gave me, and left early after me, before the catering crew came in. Stupid Assbiter. anyway, after i left, Hamby's was shut down due to tax evasion problems and Food Code violations. I sowre to myslef i would NEVER work in the food industry ever again.


( ooh my first post ^_^)
(Mon 24th Jul 2006, 16:57, More)

» Failed

What Havent I Fialed at thus far...
College
any and all Jobs
Drivers test, written
Drivers test, Vehicle
All but one relationship ( the one i'm in)
my husband
my children
every fucking body

( my lord i'm feeling so EMO right now, slit my wrists and go write bloody aweful poetry until the loss of blood and brainfarts slowly incompassitate me...............................Oh Fuck that. I totally fucking rock, and everyone knows that.Plus, Emo's are Gheyer than Sir Elton John on extasy...)
and i'm spent.
(Sat 6th Jan 2007, 7:24, More)