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Saturday, July 28, 2007
BK Lounge Okay, I forget what number day this is at the BK Lounge, so we'll just call it Friday. Go figure. Before I even got to work today, I was annoyed. Something was wrong with the traffic lights, so they were just blinking red, and being the idiot I am, I didn't know what to do. Let me draw you a picture of the scene.
Mkay. The black lines are roads. The gray roads are the path I took. The arrows indicate the flow of traffic. The blue blobs are other cars. The green blob is me. There are traffic lights pointing in every direction. The big red thing is the BK Lounge. Okay. So I pull up to turn towards the Lounge. The light facing me is blinking red. I'm like mkay, WFT, change already, but it doesn't. So I sit there a while, waiting for a chance to pull out, with a nice long line growing behind me. I see a very tiny opening, and slam on the gas, making it into the lane 2 seconds before a station wagon would've hit me. Yay, I win! Right as I pull in to the parking lot, I notice La Madre's Ex's car. Now, I haven't mentioned this guy before, but let me tell you, he's the biggest fucktard to walk the earth. He gives idiots everywhere a bad name. Anyway, he's sitting there, so I walk in, acting like I don't see him. I call La Madre to tell her about it, and she's not too happy. After I'm there for about 15 minutes, I ask a coworker who was outside if his car was still there. It was. Another 30 minutes after that, I go to pick up trays in the dining room, and he's STILL sitting there! He's gone by the time I go on break though. But before that, I'm taking this guy's order, and he looks at my nose and says "Hey, you got a booger on your nose!", laughing like he's my buddy. Eh hehe.. So I run across the street to get something to eat for my break, and come back. Some lady asks me if I've tried a different flavor of the chips I was eating, but I hadn't. Them some other woman comes up to me, and says "You don't happen to smoke, do you?" "Uhm, no, sorry." "Oh damn, mine are in my truck over there at the shop, and I really need one. But I don't know anyone else to ask, and I don't want to wait." "Sorry. You could ask one of the other people over there". (Indicating my coworkers)
"You don't think you could bum me one, do you?" "I don't have any" "Oh, right, sorry" Silly bitch. She didn't have any teeth either…. Then this family came in, and there was a sexy blonde guy who I savored as eye candy the entire time he was there. Mmmm...Yes sir. It was pretty uneventful for the next few hours. Then an old couple comes in, and the guy hangs back while his wife orders. He mumbles what he wants to her.
"Hello." "Hello ma'am. Is this for here or to go?" "For here. (Insert the rest of the order that I didn't care to remember) And he'll have a Whopper Jr. and a coffee." "Allright, do you want cheese on your sandwich sir?" "NO, I just want the regular Whopper JR." (Insert old man assholeishness and glare). Well excusethefuckoutofme! Cheese seems to tap a hidden rage in some people. After I'd gotten that order out of the way, (it was about 9 at this time) in came about a million and a half people, through the drive thru and the front. Now let me tell you something about these types of situations. Drive-Thru is Number 1 priority. If there's cars lined up all the way around to the front, and people lined up to the entrance inside, then the cars are gonna get attention first, because those car lines are more hazardous then people lines. So if you see everyone scurrying around behind the counter with bags and trays, then that means we're busy. So if I take two orders at the front and someone's taken 3 at the window, then I've got to fill my orders, and help fill the drive-thru orders before I can get back to the next person in line at the front. So don't be an asshole when I get to you just because you had to wait two fucking minutes, okay? Especially if it's just for a stupid Hershey Pie! Also, don't get mad when I read you back your long ass order to make sure I got it right. Do you want it your way or not bitches? Anyway, the only other thing that happened after that was Josefina, Fish, and some others coming in near closing. She made silly faces at me, and made me feel better. Oh, and I also got paid! My first paycheck ever! Wheeee! (Yes, I am a dork.) Well, I've got to go in at 2 tomorrow, and it's going on Posted at 01:36 am by organickitten Boys and girls, you are in for a treat today! I had a crappy day at work, which means that you get to laugh at my misfortunes! Cuz that's what people love to do! BK Lounge Day 3 I've noticed that anytime I walk into the Lounge, if there's anyone at the register, they're gone by the time I've clocked in and washed my hands. After all that was done, I stood at the register, waiting for a customer so I could get on with screwing up their order. I did pretty well with the first few, and after being there only an hour and a half, my Trainer sent me on break. Now let me tell you something about me. Even if I think I'm doing good at something, and someone sends me away, or takes over, a message from somewhere in the deep recesses of my darkened inner voice is sent to my brain saying "Oh…well…I thought I was doing good….they must've sent me on break because I was doing bad. Great. I suck again." So I sat listening to music my entire break, and then went back on the clock. Once again, the register was vacated. About an hour after that, I was still tripping over orders, and the only person free to help me was….let's call her Big Mama. El Padre is Big Mama's boss at Echostar, where she also works. So Big Mama (BM from now on, mkay?) had started bitching about something, (I wasn't really paying attention as to what, because she bitches a lot) and it wasn't until she said "She ain't been trained good enough, and she don't know what she's doin', and it ain't her fault cuz she's new, it's the trainer's fault for not doing anything about it." So I kinda stood there, with someone's ticket and stared at everyone she'd been bitching to, to see if they shot me any kind of look. I of course felt like a worthless stupid piece of dookie by this time. Nobody said anything or looked me in the face for the rest of the night. Not long after BM had finished her rant, I volunteered to go clean the bathrooms so I could cry. Yes, I am a pussy. To throw in some comic relief, it looked like Hurricane Shitstorm blew through the boy's bathroom. But I would much rather be scrubbing poop off a toilet seat then have to go face anyone outside the door. After I finished cleaning the bathrooms, I volunteered to do any bitch work I could to keep myself distanced from everyone else. I cleaned tables, filled napkin dispensers, changed trash bags, stocked whatever needed to be stocked, until there was nothing else to do. At one point, something was needed from the freezer, so I raced back there so I could gather my composure while looking for said item. I felt invisible for the rest of the night, rushing orders, making shakes, taking the occasional order, ect. At 10 I almost skipped back to the clock so I could leave. On the drive home, some asshat in a Jeep was not only tailgating me, but had on his high beams the entire time. Thankfully, I don't have to work again until Sunday. Another lesson in Spanish: El Padre is The Father. No, not the one of your church, my father. Posted at 08:48 pm by organickitten Day 1 Tuesday was my first day at the BK Lounge. NM (That's Night Manager for those of you who have the memory of a goldfish) showed me back to the clock, and I clocked in while she looked to see what I was doing that day. She said "Okay, you're on number 2, which means you'll be at the register." Mkay. Riddle me this Batman. WHY DO THEY ALWAYS PUT THE NEW PEOPLE ON THE STATION WITH THE MOST BUTTONS? Why? For the love of Ra's sweet virgin ass, why?! So we go up to the register, and NM proceeds to press a bunch of buttons, show me where stuff is on the screen, and how to cancel stuff. She helps me with the first few customers, and then goes off somewhere, leaving me to stare blankly at the screen anytime a customer comes up. So if I lost a button, I yelled for my Trainer, and she helped me. I think I gave about 8 people free drinks. Accidentally of course. But I did my best, although I yelled for my Trainer about 80 times. (I think she hated me that day) Since I was the new kid, I got to do all the bitch work, including sweeping, mopping, cleaning tables, and cleaning bathrooms. I must've cleaned off those tables 5 times. At one point, closer to closing time, about 15 people came in at once, and I turned my back and acted like I didn't see them, (because I woulda screwed their orders all up) and busied myself with filling drive-thru orders. I think I filled 157 orders of fries that day. I got that skill down pact baby! Everyone was nice, but by Day 2 I woke up at "Have you had anything to drink today?" I shook my head no. "What time did you get here today?" " "!!!You've been here this long and haven't gotten yourself something to drink?" "I didn't know I was allowed to" She then turned on my Trainer and another girl, who was Sweet Lady's Daughter. "Why didn't you tell her she could get something to drink?!" Sweet Lady's Daughter looked at me like I'd just grown a third arm. "You didn't know?" I shook my head again. "Oh, well you can have whatever size you want of whatever you want, just get it." "Oh, sweet!" I then proceeded to suck down a cup of Coke Icee, thus giving myself brainfreeze. I clocked out when my shift was over, happy that only my feet hurt and that I wasn't as tired as I was the day before. I won't write about every day, because not every day will be blog worthy. But brainfreeze is always blog worthy. Always. Posted at 09:34 pm by organickitten Yeah, that would be me. Yes, someone called me that. Me! Of all people! Fuckin-A. No, I'm not going to tell you who, because said person would probably tear me asunder. Anyhoo, I (once again) haven't updated in a long time, and it's almost I’ve become a mostly nocturnal being. I usually get too tired to keep my eyes open by 5 in the morning, and wake up at 3 in the evening. For some odd reason, the night before I had to take Peanut to the vet (poor baby was eat up with some kinda rash), I just could not sleep. I actually don’t think I did sleep. That night, I tried to go to bed at Next please. Yunno how I was complaining about nobody wanting to hire me anywhere? Not even Mickey D's? Well, last week I got a call from the BK Lounge as Zac calls it, wanting to set up an interview. Score! So that morning, (After 3 hours of sleep) I got up, took a shower, twisted my hair up so it’d be nice and wavy like I like it, and put on the outfit I’d laid out the night before. Yeah, I was prepared baby! Once I was nice and ready, I sat on the couch watching Man vs. Wild, waiting for El Hermano and La Novia to arrive. (I was going to drop them off at the nearby grocery store so they could shop while I was at my interview). Once they’d arrived, we all hopped in the car and headed out. Since I was just a teensy bit sleep deprived, I was twitchy and randomly laughed like a maniac at nothing at all the whole drive over. I dropped them off, and sat in my car for a few moments to center myself, shake off the crazies, and check my makeup. My interviewer wasn’t there yet, so I was made to sit down and wait. This other guy strolls in, and is made to sit and wait as well. My first thought when he sat a few feet away from me was “WTF kinda interview getup is that?” He looked like he just finished doing a drug deal at the Dollar Store a little ways over. There was a guy in the back making the food who had his hat pulled down at an odd angle who kept looking at me. Hell, maybe I am a Sexy Mama! Or maybe my shirt was a bit too revealing, I don’t know. Drug Dealer boy asked me if I was there to do the paperwork and stuff. I looked at the 3 inch wedges, dressy shirt, and short sleeved jacket thing that made me feel like a business woman, and then back at him, wondering if he would realize his mistake. But, he didn’t, so I said no, that I was here for an interview. Finally Interviewer Woman comes in, and we get down to business. She asked me a bunch of questions about how I would handle stress, what’s most important while on the job, ECT, ECT, ECT. I threw in some sarcasm a few times, but she laughed, so I didn’t have to mentally bitch-slap myself. She said she liked me, and that she’d put in a good word with the night manager, and off I went. I got a call the following Sunday, asking that I come in today to sign paperwork and watch the training videos. I happily obliged. I showed up a few minutes early, just as it was starting to pour rain. I talked to the Night Manager, who’s name I simply cannot remember, and she went back to see if Interviewer Woman had left a note. She hadn’t. And Night Manager couldn’t find my application. Fantastic. So she sent me home. Before I’d even reached my front gate, La Madre shouted from the front porch that “Some sista from BK called right after you left and said that Interviewer Woman called right after she sent you home, and she said you can either go back or come tomorrow.” Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck fuck. I went inside for a few minutes, and then stormed back to the car. Now, I wasn’t angry that Interviewer Woman had screwed up and forgot to leave a note. Okay, yeah I was. But only a little. I was pissed that I’d just wasted gas. I hate to waste gas when it’s so expensive and I don’t yet have the money to pay La Madre back for it. But I drove back, and was happy to see that Night Manager (let’s call her NM from now on, mkay?) looked genuinely sorry and a little embarrassed that I had to go through all that trouble. She led me back to a storage-type area, handed me the paperwork, sat me in a very hard chair, and indicated the 5 training videos I was to watch. She brought me a Coke, which I was grateful for, because on the way home the first time around, I screamed my frustration. By the way, that’s really fun to do. Next time you’re driving by yourself, just scream your little lungs out. It’s great fun, but it hurts your throat. So I sorted the DVD’s in order of importance. Well, what I thought would be the order. After the first 3, I was drifting off to sleep. The first 2 videos were nothing but a slightly creepy woman telling me that I should basically smile uintil my cheeks hurt, or die. NM came to check on me once or twice, refilling my coke, and even giving me some nummy chicken tenders. Free coke and chicken, hells yeah! Some of the DVD’s were the same thing, only with a different title. But by Ra, I could make a damn Double Cheeseburger with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back. I finished the videos and paperwork, and NM had me sign my clock card, which I’d already clocked in with when I got there. Then she proceeded to introduce me to whoever was working, and the only guy’s name I remember is James, AKA Little Bit, because he’s a foot shorter than me. They didn’t have any uniforms, so I have to improvise when I come to work tomorrow. My dumb ass forgot to clock out, so everyone got to giggle at the stupid newbie who had to walk back and do it. *For those of you who don't speakada spanish, La Madre is The Mother, El Hermano is The Brother, and La Novia is The Girlfriend. Which refers to The Brother's Girlfriend, not mine. As for lesbian appearances, I’ve noticed that when I go somewhere to run errands, or anything of the sort, I tedn to (unbeknownst to me) dress like a lesbian. How do I know? La Madre will say “You look…interesting.” Or “That outfit is different…” which almost always translates to “You look like a lesbian in that.”. Hey, it’s only half true. And then she’ll fuss about my not trying to flirt with girls in Wal-Mart that one day. Hey, I looked at that one girl’s ass didn’t I? Anyway, I’m sure that in my BK uniform improvision, I will indefinitely look like a raving dike, so since you’ll probably be reading this at work, La Madre, you can go ahead and say that my outfit looks interesting. Oh, I forgot to mention the baby bluejay. But I'm not gonna write about it, because I'm lazy, and La Madre wrote about it here Speaking of which..La Madre, you need to change the link on your blog to my blog to the new name! Get it right or pay the price!. A friend Stumbled Upon a blog, and thinking that I would like it, sent the link to me. I didn’t like it. Love is a more appropriate word. Zac, you remember Brandie’s blog? It’s like that, but about sex. Dirty Whore Sex! I get a laugh out of everything I read. I know it’s not something a sweet little girl like me should be reading, but I cannot resist. The Over-Educated Nympho is my new favorite blog. I suggest you read a few of the selected posts under Meet The Nympho on the left, because they are sooooo funny. But it is Not Safe For Work. No no. Well, that’s it for now. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to talk about after work tomorrow. If you love me you'll comment. Posted at 01:41 am by organickitten Some of you may be wondering why I’ve been so down in the dumps lately. Allow me to elaborate. Before school was even over, I knew that this summer was going to suck. I waited for a week after the last weekend before summer break to hear from Governor’s School. I never did. For those of you who don’t know, Governor’s school was a two week program for the brighter students to earn 5 hours of college credit, and a big fat bonus on their college applications. I got my letter the same time everyone else did, and turned my application in the same time everyone else did. But for some reason, I didn’t get an acceptance letter back. So I sent another application, and got a response that said they’d try to squeeze me in. Let me also add that out of the 3 people who were going to go, I was the only one who wanted to. Someone got in without even sending in an application! But no. My one chance to go. I didn’t get to. I was also an alternate for Girl’s State, which would’ve looked even better on said college application, but I didn’t get to go there either. Not long after that, La Madre got into an accident and totaled her truck. So after driving up to see her in the hospital, El Hermano (the brother) and I talked about all the things the officer had said, and how it wasn’t fun to have to grow up so fast like he and I did. I feel almost too mature now. Sure, I still do dumb teenager stuff like disregarding my thrashed room, but anyway. After La Madre was out of the hospital, I of course tried to help her as best I could. I ran errands for her, called into work for her, and even tried cleaning up a little more. Now Mom, I know by this point you probably think that I’m gonna say something that’ll make you feel like a big pile of dookie, and if I do, I’m sorry, But I don’t mean to. Once La Madre was well enough to go back to work, she of course had to use my car. Yeah, I was pretty upset that I wouldn’t be able to get a job this summer unless it was within walking distance, and that I wouldn’t be able to park in the Senior Section at school on the first day, since I would officially be a Senior, but I knew it had to be done, so I tried to keep it to myself. I know La Madre felt bad for having to use my car, but she was the one who bought it in the first place. I’ve basically lost the desire to do anything. I actually didn’t want to watch Scrubs for a long time. And now every time I drive the car, it feels like a chore. I have no desire to do the things I used to love to do. I was obsessed with Kingdom Hearts, and now I don’t want to play it. I couldn’t wait for the day to get hot so I could go and get in the pool, and now I don’t want to swim. For a few days it was so bad that I couldn’t sing without crying two lines into the song. It’s not like I wanted to go out and party with my friends, and get high, and drunk, and whatever. I just wanted an opportunity, a job, and maybe some fun on the side. The last time I remember being happy was when we went to the Renaissance Faire a few months ago. And before that, I can’t even remember. And the reason why I didn’t voice any of this sooner is because I thought everyone would say “It’ll be okay, just get over it.” Or “Everyone’s got problems, it’s not just you!”. I still think you’ll say that. But there it is. I’m sorry if I hurt anyone’s feelings. Posted at 12:55 am by organickitten Today was the first time I'd ever given blood. I was excited. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but the idea of being poked with a needle just taps a hidden excitement in me. Anyway, Brittany, David, and myself, all went together at By the time I get back to school, softball player were being called to the gym to get ready to get on the bus. I'm feeling fine, just a little slower than usual, so I think I'll be fine. On the way down to the game, I was a little sleepy, but I have been a lot lately, so I think nothing of it. But by the time we get to the field, I feel lightheaded and sick to my stomach. Luckily, I never start, so I have some time to feel better. But just running from the dugout to the plate to pick up a bat makes me feel like I'd just ran a marathon. Kayla said I looked pale, so I let Becky get the bats. After a while, I got put in for Kayla cuz she screwed up her ankle sliding into second. I still felt lightheaded and such, but I made a good play regardless. I hit pretty pathetically, but I usually do. After losing the game, I got back on the bus and pretty much collapsed until we got to Dairy Queen, and then I started feeling better. Now I'm home and I feel fine, aside from needing a shower. I have a hypochondriac spell I'd like to write about, but you'll have to wait until next week for that one, until I find out if I'm right. Posted at 06:59 pm by organickitten Let me tell you about my day. I woke up at about 10:30, and went back to bed. Of course, I couldn't get back to sleep. So I got up and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes with La Madre. Then I started watching Wayne's World while I waited for a phone call. I got the call right near the end of the movie, so I had to get ready and wait for the ending when I got home. So I hopped in the truck and drove over to the mall, where I was going to meet Brittany, Rodney, and David at the chinese resturant there. But of course, they weren't there, so my first instinct was to look in Spencer's for them. Lo and behold, there they were. So we mosied on over to the place, had dinner, took bunches of silly pictures, then went to peruse the stores a bit. We first went to Pac Sun, where I found a hoodie for 10 bucks that I wanted, so I called back home to see if I could borrow the money for it. But before I even got to ask, La Madre points out that it's snowing and sticking, and that she'd like for me to go home. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy that I wouldn't get to watch the movie we were going to see, but I left anyway. In order to correctly demonstrate what happened next, I will need to draw you a picture. Mkay. So the big purple thing is the mall. The black things are the roads. The red dots are the stoplights. The red bricks are the truck I was driving. The green lines are the route I took. The big grey blob is the ditch. Anyhoo, So I left the mall and went to turn at the light. I turned, and the back end of the truck started fishtailing, and then just did a 360, it may have been two of them , I don't recall, and almost flung me into the ditch. In the middle of said 360, was where you could hear a girly scream, iminating from the cab of the truck. Naturally, that was me. Oh, the white things on the truck blocks are the windsheilds. As you can see, I ended up facing the complete opposite way. But I was okay, crying like a little bitch and scared to death, but okay. I called Mom, and she sent Clarence after me, since my car isn't in working order. Which is why I took the truck. Two guys were nice enough to pull over and see if I was alright. (Both mexicans....) But anyway, I'm home, and okay. It wasn't until about an hour ago that I realized that my softball stuff was in my car, (which is ay Granddolly's) so that was a great addition to the day. But luckily enough, La Madre had gotten it out before they took Erin away. And here I was thinking I was having a bad day! So really, aside from the near death thing, the only bad parts of my day were 1.) Not getting to see the movie, 2.) Not getting the hoodie I wanted, and 3.) Having to clean my room. Which I still need to do. Posted at 06:10 pm by organickitten I'm bored, so I thought I'd type up a list of all the little things in life that annoy me. 1. The incessant clicking of ballpoint pens. 2. The incessant tapping of fingers, hands, fists, ect, on surfaces. 3. Non-symmetrical things. 4. Slurping noises. 5. When someone honks their horn for 10 minutes straight because they're too lazy to get out of the car and knock on the stupid door!! 6. When someone calls every 5 minutes. Yunno, just in case I happen to walk in the door the very moment the phone stops ringing. 7. When the cat gloms me half to death while I'm trying to sleep. 8. Being woken up early on weekends. 9. When someone tries to analyze me without me asking first. 10. Missing Scrubs. 11. When I miss either the first or last note on a song on Guitar Hero. I start over if I miss either of them. 12. I'm really weird about messes. If I've made the mess, I'm fine with it. I'll clean it up later. But if someone else makes a mess, I have to clean it right then and there. 13. I'm the same way about people writing things on my notebooks and such. If someone writes on it before me, I'm angry. But if I write on it first, then doodle away. 14. When someone calls during Scrubs. 15. When the dog scratches to go outside, then scratches to come inside 2 seconds later. 16. When I decide to actually take time and try to look good for school, and my best friend strolls in looking foxy and no one notices me. Dammit. 17. When someone is too lazy to look up an answer to a simple question and yells out, "Does anyone know the answer to number twelve?!?!". 18. When I can't think of the name of something. It'll drive me nuts until I figure it out. 19. When numbers aren't in intervals of 2, 5, or 10. If I have, say for insance, $29.73, I will search all over the place until I find 27 cents. 20. When I don't know the words to a song that I really like. Besides all that, (there are about 3 more, but yeah...the interval thing) I'm in search of a song to sing for MayDay. I'm open to suggestions. Now it's time to kick the cat off the bed. Posted at 09:16 pm by organickitten Lots of things have happened in the past month or so. I got a car, I turned 17, I started playing softball, I got my braces off, and I got a boyfriend. Let us begin with the car. Since the beginning of the year, Mom and I had been looking for another vehicle. We’d get the Trading Journal every Sunday, write down some good deals, and then call them after church. The trouble was that most of the people we called had already sold their cars, or they forgot to mention something so terribly wrong in the ad. So after countless weekends of being aggravated, and after some asshole trying to sell us a car that we’d been willing to buy, but he’d gotten because he was there first, for 500 dollars more( We weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.), we finally stumbled upon a car while at Hardee’s for breakfast. We called the number before we left for church, and arranged a meeting at Wal-Mart. Sweet! We get to church, and in the middle of singing a hymn, Mom’s cell goes off, and I run off to answer it. The woman, a nurse, was called back into work, so we couldn’t meet that day. Fuck. After church, we go back to Granddolly’s house, and we call up some more people. I was getting pretty discouraged; when we finally contacted a woman who was willing to meet us at Hardee’s that day. So we drove over, and waited in the wind-rocked truck. The people arrived, we test drove it, and sealed the deal. We met them again later in the day, and we brought the car home. It took a little while to get the tags and stickers and insurance, but it all fell into place in the end. This is My 17th birthday was, all in all, better than last year’s. It didn’t feel like my birthday though. Nobody cares when they turn 17. The most important ages in a young kid’s life are 18 and 21. That’s all there is to it. But anyhoo, the day itself was alright, although I did end up crying because I was frustrated for some unknown reason. The day after however, I was treated to a surprise sleepover. It was fun. Softball practice started on the 20th of February. I started on the 26th, because as usual, I waited until the last minute to get my physical. My first practice was on a field, and since I’d wasted so much time with my physical, I’d missed all the hand-eye-coordination stuff. I did pretty well though. As the next few practices progressed, I realized something. I could not hit. As much as I would’ve liked to, I could not. I got a little better as time went on, but I still wasn’t getting it. The coaches and I were all confused as to why. But today, the head coach, Mike, suggested I tilt my bat up a bit more, as if it were in a There’s not much else to say about getting my braces off. We went to the mall afterward, and I could’ve stayed in the Hot Topic there for the entire day. We went back to the place at 3 to get my retainer after having eaten at Golden Corral. Here's a picture, and a good one at that, of me with no braces! Yay! There’s also not much to say about my new man, Dakota, aside from the fact that EVERYONE has been pushing me to kiss him, and it’s getting really really annoying. Posted at 05:24 pm by organickitten I had a really horrible dream last night. It scared the shit out of me. Here it is. My school had been turned into some kind of church. I remember talking to a few people, and then I saw my friend David rush past me and go out the doors to the church/school. I went over to where Now mind you, when I woke up, it was dark in my room, and the only light source I had at hand was my cell phone. So I turned it on, looked at the time, (it was Posted at 12:29 pm by organickitten |
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