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.