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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Three years isn't that long. Right? Right? Soooooo I kinda lost interest in the blog. I was starting my life (while still living with La Madre), going to college, working, and generally trying to be a productive member of society. But you don't want my excuses. So here's a quick rundown of the past three years. Started college, worked a few places, dated a bunch of assholes, met a good guy, married him, had a baby. Okay, that's a little vague. I'll start with the last asshole I dated. After the previous assholes, I was bordering on desperation for a decent guy. So being the genius that I am, I hopped on Plentyoffish.com, at the recommendation of La Madre (after much persuasion). I met, well...let's call him Socko. He had an adorable smile, and was quite charming. I drove almost two hours to meet him. Upon driving into the parking lot, I saw not one guy waiting for me, but two. One was tall, skinny, and half buried into the engine of a car. The other was fat, limping, and smoking like a freight train. I was on the phone with Socko, because he was giving me directions. He said "I'm the one in the black hoodie". Guess which one was Socko? Fat, limpy, and smoky. Great. To make a long story short, I stayed with Socko for a few months, but was looking desperately for a way to break it off. One night before Christmas, the perfect moment came, he said something out of line, and I broke it off. Hours later, tall skinny mechanic messaged me online, and I thought what the hell. We'll talk. We chatted hardcore for a week of so, and then he invited me to go Muddin' with him. He drove the two hours to get me, and we had our first date in a three quarter ton flatbed Chevy in a little piece of muddy heaven. He was shy, a country boy through and through, and a gentleman. We drove around for a while after that, and ended up parked on the hill where he lived. We sat and talked for hours, and then something inside me told me to kiss him. I made him close his eyes, and i laid it on him. From then on he was wrapped around my finger. He moved in with me and La Madre, and due to some circumstances I'm not going to publicize, he and I moved out after about six months. We had gotten engaged the month before. Less than a month after we'd been i our new place, we found out I was pregnant. I was scared shitless. But we started getting prepared, and by the time winter came to town, we came to the realization that we couldn't afford to be on our own. We were both working minimum wage at college, however the second semester, I got fired because a conflict of interest (We both worked the same place), and we couldn't handle the 300$ electric bill. By this time I was 7 months into my pregnancy, which had been less than easy. But that's another post. We moved back in with La Madre, and not long after that, El Hermano moved back in too. It was cramped, but we could afford it. Finally, April this year, we welcomed our son, from here on known as Miho. Well, now that I've gotten all the boring stuff out of the way, I can get to the fun stuff, like my childbirth story! Yaaaaaaaaay!!!! Posted at 07:33 pm by organickitten Okay, so I’m a bit of a computer
noob. I was installing The Sims 2 on my laptop, and I kept encountering a
problem. So I did some troubleshooting, and found that it was most likely
my video card. So, being the computer noob I am, I hopped on Yahoo Answers, and asked this. Is it possible to move a video card from a desktop
computer to a laptop? If so, how would one go about doing it? Michell L you should check out this site where
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You tell me if it is possible... Dear Mike, I hate you more. Had I known one damn thing about video cards,
much less the size of them, I wouldn’t have even asked the fucking
question. Don’t try and insult my
intelligence just because I don’t know how goddamn big a video card is. Fuck you. Love and kisses, Alahnnah I really hate people. Yes, I know, I probably took that
too far. But you know what? It makes me feel better. I’m not stupid, and any attempt to make me
feel so will be met with malice in the form of blog ranting, or the death glare
for the REST OF YOUR PATHETIC MEANINGLESS LIFE. Kthxbye. Posted at 01:58 am by organickitten It's that time again, boys and girls, yes, rant time. This time it's not about work, or school, but about the good ol' boys in blue. After a fantastic homemade dinner at Aunt Kymmie's, La Madre, El Hermano, and La Novia, and PooPoo all headed home, with PooPoo riding in the car with me. I'm in the lead, and all the sudden, I see flashing blue lights behind me. Then I see more. So I'm like, WTF.....I check my speed, my lights, all that, and then slowly creep along looking for a place to pull over. Now it's been less than a minute that the lights have been going, and I finally find a place, and park the car. Right at this instant, Mom calls me on my cell phone, and I pick up to tell her that I've been pulled over. The cop comes up to my window, and I've put my phone down and rolled down my window. He tells me to turn off the phone and give him my license, registration, and proof of insurance. While I was searching, he asks me if I've been drinking, and where I'm coming from. I ended up not finding my insurance card, and he yells at me that I was swerving all over the road, and that he could swear on his life that I was drunk, and that he had his lights and sirens on from some place a mile away, and that I passed plenty of places to stop, and that I was on my cell phone the whole time. I was too confused to deny it. He continues to yell at me that by being on the cell phone and having my dog in the car that I'm endangering myself and others. Then Mom pulls up, and I'm not quite sure what happened there, but the cop told her that if she didn't go to the Exxon down the street that she'd go to jail. So after what seemed like an eternity of sitting in his cruiser, he comes back and gets all sincere saying that I need to be careful, because he doesn't want to be scraping me off the street somewhere because of some silly mistake in driving. He gives me my warning, and says that he sent my mom to the Exxon, (and at this point, I was just kind of sitting there in mild shock) and that he didn't know who was more hysterical, me or her, but the he was gonna say her. (It was at this point that I started to cry.) He gave me the rest of my stuff, and went to talk to some random trucker who pulled over to watch. Mkay, so I have a few questions. 1. If he was so sure I was drunk, why didn't he give me a breathalyzer, or make me walk a straight line, or say the ABCs' backwards? 2. We looked it up, and the street he said he followed me with sirens on from was about 2 miles up the road, past the courthouse. The place I was leaving was about a football field’s length away from the courthouse. How did I miraculously get to somewhere I hadn't been, stop at a Rite Aid, and continue home before they "caught up to me"? 3. Assuming they made a mistake, and there actually was someone swerving and all, why didn't they catch the plate number? 4. How were they chasing me when Mom was between us in her car the whole way? 5. Assuming that they just wanted to fill their quota, WHY ME?! So I got a warning for nothing at all. I was scared shitless, because I hadn't done anything, and two fucking state cops pulled me over. So needless to say, this wasn't how I was planning of finishing up my weekend. So, if you see me in the police blotter, cut it out so I can tape it to my locker. It'll be the one that says "Young girl pulled over in Princeton for being a Ginger." Posted at 07:27 pm by organickitten I don't know why. Failbucket has diminished as the main insult, and has been replaced with noob. Used in a sentence. Anyhoo, let's go back to some subjects I touched on in my rant. First with work. As always, there's always a handful of asshairs that treat me like crap just because I work at a fast food joint, and always a few people who actually treat me like a human being. But let me tell you about work this past weekend. Saturday, I worked 8-4. At about... Aaaaand back to school! The Whale I spoke of FINALLY got replaced with an actual teacher. I heard people talking about them crying when she left, but I did a victory dance. I'm so glad she's gone. I've had such a great week since she left. And the replacement teacher is awesome! I figure she's about 22-23, and she hands out positive reinforcement like it grows on trees. She's only been my teacher a week, and she's already my favorite teacher ever! Well, maybe except for Mary Beth. Other than that...uhm.......yeah. Nothing, lol. What an insightful blog post this was. I'm betting all 2 of you who read it are wiping away tears of joy at this masterful bit of my writing expertise. Posted at 07:04 pm by organickitten Happy December! It's time for another rant. Two this time! Aren't you excited? I know I am. First off, Work. Dear Drive Thru Customers, I sentence you to spend eternity cleaning up cat puke with your hands tied behind your back. Why? Heres' a few reasons. 1. You come through in a car whose windows do not roll down, causing you to have to open your door to hand me the money. 2. You order one thing, then when you come to the window, either because you don't have enough money, or you just felt like being a dick, you completely change your order. 3. Or you order a shitload of food, I read it back to you, and you say it's right, then you come back later saying I got everything wrong. 4. You leave your money on the ledge. If you don't want to hold your hand out the window for a few moments while I take another order, hold your stupid money in your stupid lap. Every time someone lays money on the ledge, I hope with all my heart that a huge gush of wind will blow it away. Bastards. 5. You don't pull up close enough and expect me to practically climb out of the window and get your money and give you your food. Fuck no. You're in a nice warm car, and I've been standing next to an open window for 6 hours. Fuck you. 6. You sit and talk on the phone to your mother at the speaker for a full 8 minutes before you order. And we hear your entire conversation. I don't care about the new fucking TV your wife decided to buy you. I care about taking your order, so the next bastard can drive up. 7. You ask how much a single item off the menu is, when the stupid menu is right in front of your face. 8. You ask for condiments and such after I give you your bag. 9. I give you your 48 drinks and you say "Ooops, I wanted these with no ice." 10. You order something else when you get to the window. 11. You say you want the Chicken Crisp sandwich, but when you get to the window, furious that you were charged 3 something for a damn Spicy Chicken Crisp, you get pissy with me because I can't read your fucking mind to make sure you wanted the Spicy one! SPECIFY WHICH FUCKING Now don't get me wrong, I like working Drive Thru. I just don't like it when the memo goes out that today is Asshole Day, and I don't get one. There are some nice people though, like the old man who gave me a dollar for my trouble for adding something to his order, or the lady who came through two days in a row when I was sick and asked me if I was feeling any better the second day, or the very few people who are nice, polite, tell me to have a nice day, and compliment my jewelry or hair. There's maybe one of those people every day. Now on to School. Dear various teachers and students, I sentence those of you who I refer to in this rant to 30 lifetimes as a big tattooed muscly prison guy's bitch. 1. Our Annual Staff person is the worst possible choice ever. He doesn't know the first thing about computers. And guess what? All our work is done on computers! We had a problem today that we were trying to explain to him. We tried 8 times to get him on the same page we were. And he still didn't get it. He also fusses at us for not selling ads. Is it our fault that nobody wants to buy them? It's not like we go up to businesses and say "You can either buy an ad for my yearbook, or, you can have a piece of this delicious cake!" They'd always pick the cake. People hate our school. They don't want our business. They want cake! 2. Pre-Calculus. Yunno when you first get to class, the tardy bell hasn't even rung, and you're sitting there shooting the shit with your buddies? Yeah, well to the pre cal teacher, the instant you sit your happy ass down is the instant you get your book open and work. Every day, when the last person is seated, she'll say "Okay, my class should know what they're doing." Like there are 4 other classes going on in the same room. Then, once we do start working, she'll gaze around her kingdom, scanning for a question mark to roll out of someone's mouth, then will sneak up on you and say "What's the issue here?" "What's the question?" Oh, I was just asking 3. At lunch, there are 7 round tables, and 3 long tables. Apparently, someone came up with this rule that there can only be 8 people to a table. God forbid you have nine, because some teacher will come over and bitch at you until someone moves. 4. Then there's the Whale. She gets on my last nerve's last nerve. She makes me want to punch a baby. God forbid I ever run into her in a nursery. Her requirements for assignments are 1.) Write the question, and the answer in a complete sentence. 2.) Write in ink. If you do it in pencil, it's like you never did it at all. 3.) Do not write on the backs of papers. This also is like you never did it. So if she assigns a chapter assessment, which is 82 questions long, plus 25 terms to write in a sentence, it will most likely take you 32 sheets of paper and 4 ink pens to do everything according to specifications. And she staples papers together on the left side. She says it's more "energy efficient". Yeah, we're all used to the right side, so let's just switch it around so we take up more energy accidentally ripping the sheet the wrong way, then having to get up and staple it back. I'm gonna put eye drops in her morning tea. 5. Now I'm not one of those people who make fun of people with disabilities. That's wrong. But if you have a disabled person who is downright mean to everyone, they tend to get on your nerves a little bit. 6. Every day, during 2nd period, we have coffee. 4 out of 5 days 2nd period, there is no cream for the coffee. There's sugar...but no cream. It's not the same. 7. 3rd Period Government, with a teacher who has got to be on drugs, and insists on reminding us every day that "We're seniors now, and we need to take some responsibility." We're all really disrespectful to him. But he doesn't do anything! All he's done is given us a seating arrangement, but what he doesn't realize, is that they did that all during grade school, and then you pretty much had to be friends with the people you sat near or you'd be bored all day. As far as Home goes, 1. There is not a sexy man waiting in my bed when I go upstairs after school. That's my only complaint. Oh Johnny Depp, wherefore art thou, Johnny Depp? Love and Kisses, Karrie Posted at 07:30 pm by organickitten Alright. I understand that I'm no beauty queen. I know I'm not that aesthetically pleasing. but that doesn't mean that I'm okay with the idea of being single. I've got a good personality, and I find myself to be a loveable person. But, alas, I have no one. Which brings me to the next part of this little show. I can not count the number of times a guy has hung out with me for a little, joked around, all that fun stuff, just to ask me if I think my friend would be interested in them. ....What?! If you're interested in her, then why aren't you hanging out with her?! Don't use me as a mole! I don't like to dig around in holes searching for information! I really don't! How would you like it if some hot girl struck up a conversation with you just to say "So......do you think your best friend likes me? Could you find out?". How would you like it if that happened on an almost daily basis? Maybe I just need to find some ugly friends. What is it about me? Is it the hair? The tattoos? The sarcasm? The curves? It's the freckles, isn't it? Curses. Posted at 09:08 pm by organickitten To the owner of the Maroon Corsica That is my fucking parking place. Move your ugly ass car before I move it for you. How, you ask? Well, first, I'll hijack the bulldozer down the street, and not so gently drag your wheels back down the road, across the grass, and into the creek. Did you not see the spray-painted brackets proclaiming that spot the property of 111? No? Then maybe I'll have the beat your head into it so you'll be able to see it properly. You're probably there visiting Helen, aren't you? You and that crusty old bitch can both lick my balls. XOXO Karrie Posted at 12:56 pm by organickitten I don't really have anything in particular to blog about, so I'm gonna throw some ingredients into a bowl and whip up a nice warm blog cookie, mkay? Sometime in the past 2 weeks, (I don’t recall the exact date) I got a new tattoo. Now I know, I’m only a youngling, with no need for so many modifications, but we likes them, precious. La Novia Del Hermano was going to get a tattoo on her ankle. But the guy she talked to was a total dickweed, so she refused to let him do it. But I got mine, (The Kanji for cat on the back of my neck), and I can’t remember a damn thing after that.. Last Friday, I got my heart tattoo touched up. I had to work that night, so I asked La Madre to bring me a change of clothes so I wouldn’t look completely idiotic strolling into the shop dressed up in my BK Lounge garb. Well, she forgot, or something, so instead, we traded shirts. Now I hate to go into detail about my unmentionables, but the shirt in question was light tan, and my bra was bright blue. So of course, you could see it through the shirt. So instead of looking stupid in my uniform, I looked slightly whorish in La Madre’s shirt and my workpants. Irregardless, I got my tattoo touched up, and then we ventured to Wally World. I ended up spending my entire paycheck on mostly makeup. I have a few letters for those people in life who you just want to strangle. To the Woman in the Blue Station Wagon, I know I’m a bit late with this, but irregardless. I was out of your way. I was out of your way before you came into view. So keep your damn hands off your gay ass horn, or I will beat your head into the steering wheel repeatedly. XOXO Karrie To New Girl, It’s not your Drive-Thru. I can talk to a friend while handing him his order if I damn well want to. I’m not slowing down “your” Drive-Thru at all. You probably already know, but when me and the boys in back are grouped together talking, we’re talking about how annoying you are. And the boys, all of whom are taken, don’t appreciate being groped, petted, or otherwise touched by anyone other than their significant others. And if you make me out to be stupid one more damn time, I’m gonna have to kick your ass. And no sweetie, it’s not because you’re black. It’s because you’re a proverbial pain in the ass. XOXO Karrie To The thieving bitch, If you would’ve stopped at the first 2 sandwiches, I maybe would’ve believed you. But after you took the two guys’ cups while I wasn’t looking, and came back for more shit, you gave yourself away. If you would’ve asked for one more damn thing, I would’ve drop-kicked you so fast, you wouldn’t have even known it until you were laying unconscious on the floor covered in Coke. XOXO Karrie To the guy in the pale blue truck, Revving the engine in your crappy little truck isn’t going to help the food get made faster. So stop it. XOXO Karrie I would like to thank New Girl though, because of her, everyone likes me! Whee, I’m not annoying! Anything else I was going to write about…I just completely forgot….Ohh! Speaking of cookie, the boys in the back at work were discussing investing in a taser to use on Nice Lady’s Daughter, and New Girl. They told me this, one saying “I’m gonna taser her ass if she tries to touch me again!” I said “Her ass, specifically?” “No, I’ma taser her cookie!!” *snicker* Cookie…..hehe. Well, I suppose I’d better go to bed. Good night boys and girls. Posted at 10:45 pm by organickitten Today, I was supposed to work from Now let me tell you something about the people in Drive-Thru. They are dicks. Every single damn one of them. Okay, well out of the 100 orders I personally took, maybe 3 people were polite. So I’m going to write a letter to all Drive Thru users. Dear Drive-Thru users, There is no need to shout. There is no need to get bitchy. If you’ve got a long ass complicated order, please, give me time to get it right before you continue with your spiel. Do not, under any fucking circumstances, decide to A.) Completely change your order once you get up to the window. B.) Order something else once you get to the window, and expect it to be in the fucking bag before you even finish telling me what it is. Or C.) Sit there for 30 minutes deciding what the fuck you want, only to say “Well…hmm…I guess I’ll just have an ice water”. I will strangle you. Oh and just so you know, just because I’m a teenager working at a fast food joint, that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Treat me like a human, and I’ll treat you like one. And please, for the love of Ra’s sweet virgin ass, if you start getting hungry around Love and Kisses, Karrie It wasn’t so bad though. NG and I kept good time. She had taken one order, and they were waiting to drive up, then she took another by saying “Hi, welcome to Burger King, where you can always have it your way, what can I get you?” I don’t know why, but we both burst out laughing. The car I mentioned first pulled up to the window while we were cackling like crazy old bats, and I said(between giggles) “I’m sorry sir, what drink did you want?” He laughed and said “I’d like a coke. And some of whatever ya’ll have been drinking.” “Rum!” (Said his companion) “Rum and Coke, coming right up” (Insert giggle fit) A little while later, NG was still using the funny welcome, and one guy answered” Well, since I can have it MY way, then I’ll have…blahblahblah” (Insert another giggle fit). If none of this seems as funny to you as it does to me, it’s probably because we were tired, and stressed with the extra workload. If that wasn’t a crash course in Drive-Thru, I don’t know what would be. After I’d cleaned the bathrooms and taken care of the trash, we took our last order. The guy didn’t even get a chance to drive away before I locked the window up. I mopped some, swept some, and clocked out. Now the beautiful thigh about closing, is that if there’s any leftovers, the employee’s can take them. So I let everyone else get what they wanted, and then announced that I was taking the rest. Everyone looked at me like I was nuts. I explained that my family would kill me if I didn’t bring them something, and that our miniature-horse dog would gladly take care of anything leftover. I ended up with a huge ass bag of food. I said “Damn, I feel like the Santa Clause of Fast Food. They better welcome me home like a Queen!” They laughed. I gathered everything into my car, and got the hell out of dodge. My feet hurt, and I’ve got to take La Madre to work tomorrow, so I’m out. Later Dudes! Posted at 11:47 pm by organickitten A note I found from SOL’s last year between Zachary and I. Zachary, Cheese flavored milk duds. Love, Tarrie Cool. Beef stew flavored cheerios. - Zac Mutton flavored jello. lol, that’s not nice. Bullion cube flavored chestnuts -Zac He’s not nice! Antelope flavored ice cream. He is if your nice to him first. Kitten flavored watermelon seeds. He’s pure evil. Pony flavored banana pudding. Nahh, roach flavored coffee beans Yeah. Gasoline flavored cottage cheese Ham scented Rubik’s Cube. ^Narstyful^ Posted at 11:24 am by organickitten |
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