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2006-02-22T20:00:00.000-05:00

Snow

2005-12-02T16:36:00.000-05:00

I havn't posted anything in awhile. I'm still in school, and at both jobs. A little hectic one might assume. The holidays are here and coming. I am excited for snow. People from KY think I am crazy. we get chance of light flurries and all of the sudden all dry stock and canned food vanishes from every Kroger across the state. Hilarious. I think there is one plow per town. You can barely catch the news when it snows around here. Jackie Hayes all the sudden becomes Barbara Walters.

Short and sweet. IT'S FRIDAY!!!!

Halloween

2005-10-17T13:47:00.000-04:00

Does anyone have any halloween costume ideas?

Ten Commandments

2005-10-05T10:50:00.000-04:00

It is nice to come across pleasant e-mails. I received one today regarding the ten commandments. Here are my thoughts.

I know this is kind of a played out subject. Religion is never really a good idea to dabble in. It's so political, and there are so many. I grew up in an Episcopal church. I was forced to go every Sunday. I hated it. Anytime anyone is forced to do something they don't want to do they begin to build a grudge against it.

Not knowing then what I do know now, I couldn't have asked for it to be any other way. I never payed attention in Sunday school, during sermons, or to what the whole idea of church is all about. I just went.

I do know that I have a grounded perception of life. I have respectable morals, and values that are instilled in me. I was never sat down as a child and told what was right and wrong in life. I give the church complete credit for that.

There is something about the foundation of a church that seems to impact you without even realizing it. It gives you a foundation as a person whether you paid attention or not. Tempation is the devil.

The ten commandments are the foundation of our country. It is virtually impossible to follow them as strict as they are, and as human as we are.

It was here before any of us alive existed. Who are we to try to make rid of it?

The world is more f'd up now then ever before. Sex, drugs, stealing, killing, pedofiles, materialism, and just outlooks on life are just f'd up. Church has become more of a fad and social status phenomenon. Is this happening because we are slowly trying to remove the original foundation of our country?

If parents do not take their children to church, or teach them some good moral value, school is the only other place they can learn it. Read the ten commandments again. If you can seriously tell me that there is no value in them, you are battling with the devil.

1. Thou shalt have no other Gods before me.
2. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.
3. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
4. Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
5. Honor thy father and mother.
6. Thou shalt not kill.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery.
8. Thou shalt not steal.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
10. Thou shalt not covet.

Strangers

2005-09-28T15:45:00.000-04:00

Coming across genuinly loving people is rare. After weeding out negative things and people in life you are left with very little. Family truly becomes the most important and safest playing field. I suppose with aging personal values and expectations become more relevant, and make you become more demanding of the people you come across in the future.

Once in awhile you will get smacked in the face by a stranger who knows nothing about you. God in some way makes you want to know that stranger. The stranger becomes a friend, and the friend becomes the scariest, happiest thing that you could come across. The scare turns into trust and the happiness leaks into your heart.

Whatever happened to anonymous comments?

2005-09-14T23:10:00.000-04:00

please...that whole he's an asshole without a piece of ass bit makes you sound like nothing more than a spoilt brat. how the fuck do you know if he does or doesn't get sex, and frankly what business is it of yours and why do you care? Other than to have something to feel superior about. I don't care if you're getting any or not, you believe you could if you wanted to but there's no way on earth he can. Oh, wait I forgot, you're young and pert and smarter than anyone else and probably a member of the elite fashion police as well.Get seriously over yourself honey. You had a good blog going and now you just sound like a whiney little piece of ass.
9/10/2005 3:18 AM

Spoiled, not so much. Brat? At times, I am the youngest of four kids. I've been working, and paying for everything I have since I was 16.

I don't know if he gets sex or not. I don't quite want to picture it either. It's not my business, so I have never personally asked. I really don't care, unless it would lighten him up.

People have sex on a daily, hourly basis. How the hell would it make me superior if I was?

When have I ever made reference to my sexual life, or said he couldn't?

I am young, and very pert. I don't know about being smarter than anyone else. Smart ass? Yes!I am young and have only experienced 24 years of a lifetime.

Louisville, KY does not offer any sort of elite fashion anything. You will come across a few nice boutiques and your average mall.

I am my own best friend. I feel no need to get over myself.

I enjoy blogging. It's for me to write whatever the hell I feel like writing.

Not to sound like a broken record but we do have something luxurious in America. The freedom of speech.

What am I whining about? We are all different. With different views of everything and everybody.

It is human nature to think. That is what I do and I write it down. If you don't like it, don't read it.

I can't stop you from wasting your time reading it. Nor can I control the level of your blood pressure.

I suppose you've been offended somewhere along the way. And yes, my ass is little.

Asshole managers

2005-09-09T16:51:00.000-04:00

This has been a hellaciously busy week. I got my Sunday night waitressing shifts taken away. I wouldn't pick up a shift for this girl last Saturday so i guess it's my punishment. She had to go to a funeral. I wanted to go to the football game the following Sunday. I told her that I would work for her if she'd switch me. She said no, I want to go to the game. Let's look at priorities girl. I mean seriously. I said no to her, so they were screwed.

I guess my manager got pissed off because he kept calling me on Saturday and I didn't answer. I was on the river and it's my ONLY day off from both jobs and school. Kiss my ass. I guess he was ranting and raving and said he wanted to fire me. Well it just turned into my Sunday's getting taken away.

My reasoning for not doing the girl a favor is because the service industry is a favor for a favor. Period. When I first started I worked for everyone. Obviously banking on extra cash which leads to getting taken advantage of. I began to have the same attitude as everyone else. Which is basically FUCK OFF!

My bar manager was being a complete dick. He was making smart ass comments to me on Monday. He's the one that's like 40 and been there since it opened, and not gotten a single piece of ass since that day. That sentence just screams ASSHOLEAMEO!

He made a smart ass comment as I walked by. I turned around and said look, "If you are trying to weed me out to get me to quit, just fucking fire me. Seriously, I am so sick of everyone's shit. I am sorry that I don't eat, sleep, and breath this place like everyone else. I don't get fucked up every night and sleep till 30 minutes before my shift the next like everyone else. I am busy by choice and could care less about this place. Do you know how many other restraunts there are in this town?" Actually probably not because you work then sleep, then work and sleep some more you low life piece of shit.

The other bartenders looked at me when I was done running my mouth and were like damn. No one has ever talked to him like that. That was awsome.

All in all. I get an e-mail from the bar manager on Wednesday telling me how great my cash out was. Kiss all up on my ass. HAHAHAHA. I love it!!!

Girls

2005-09-01T13:00:00.000-04:00

So what I would really like to talk about today is girls. I have seen more chicks in skirts and heels at school today than I have in the past month at bars. Ladies, your mommies and daddies are paying for you to get an education. Not a piece of ass!

This shit is just hilarious. I know that everyone is more productive and feels better when they have washed thier ass. But your Sundays best is not necessary when you are sitting on your ass for hours on end listening to some freak trys to educate you.

I like clothes and sass as much as the next female ,but fucking A. You are not going to get a modeling contract here at the University of Louisville. Now if you partied your ass off the nite before and are wearing the same shit you wore to a bar, more power to you. I have tons of respect. You got your ass to class.

I guess since this is my 25th year of school i'm just way over looking cute.

I am currently in my computer class. my professor is the most monotone, boring person ever. no one is paying attention, seriously. everyone is dinking around in cyber land, ignoring the nonsense coming out of this guys mouth. How could you continue to teach a class when you know no one is listening.

New Blog

2005-09-01T12:51:00.000-04:00

I have to set up a blog for a class I am taking this semester. Oh howI scored. I have not completed it yet. It's going to be quite boring due the fact it's going to be computer related. Assignments, etc. I can't stand the technical stuff related to computers. It's just extra boring for me.

It's my blog!!!!

2005-08-26T09:45:00.000-04:00

So I guess I need to blog something so that Mac doesn't keep filling it with stuff that I have no clue about. Plus he never uses color on the text which makes it look gothic. I appreciate the help and will blog everyday since this is my blog, not yours. You have a website, who knows how many. A blog, and god only know's what else. You are supposed to be the man behind the curtain. You are blowing my cover of me looking like I know what I'm doing. You are my tech support. Oh how I love thee!

I've not blogged since Friday. School started this week. My classes are great. I am taking an advertising class. It's by far my favorite. It's amazing how psychological advertising is.

What is it with cops, managers, people of that nature. When they put their cuffs or keys on, their penis all the sudden grows like 12 inches. I know there are females too but that's kinda grose. I spoke with a female cop the other day about something. She's maybe like 30. That's only 6 years older than me. I asked her a question and she was like "look young lady." I was like "look woman." Who the hell are you calling me young lady. You are a cop. Supposed to big badass I understand you have fake acrylic french manicured nails, and fake tits. How am I supposed to take you seriously. It was hilarious.

On to managers. One of my bar managers at work has been bartending since the day the place opened. He's almost forty, it's been open for like 11 or 12 years. He wears wrangler jeans tighter than spandex. Nut huggers, what have you. ALWAYS a black shirt, and a denim levi cover shirt. First of all, denim and denim is a no no. Anyway. He has the personality of a brick. Literally. Have you ever talked to a brick? Well I havn't either but to think about it... Bricks are extremely dense with no particles that would even move if air passes over it. That sums up my manager. There is zero expression on his face at all times. You could probably moon him, or show your boobs and he wouldn't budge. It's been so long since he's had a piece of ass, i think he's just numb to everything.

Someone like that is quite fun for me. You can't help but try to annoy the living shit out them until they at least smirk, or tell you to shut the fuck up and piss off. Hey something's better than nothing. I know I drive him crazy because I am always bubbly (hate that word) and cracking jokes. I love it!!!!

Hope all have a good weekend!!!!

Get on the bandwagon

2005-08-24T16:00:00.002-04:00

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What are the weekends for?

2005-08-21T22:00:00.000-04:00

Ruining Sarah's site with all kind of new HTML goodies.

I don't worry, because she's usually so tired she don't notice for weeks at a time.

P.S. Added the link to that OK Go thing, just click the link up there. Ads and other stuff NSFW.

Friday

2005-08-19T08:46:00.000-04:00

Friday is quite a fantastic day. It's still dreary as all get out, but it's Friday. I should be all sorts of pissed off actually because some redneck in my neighborhood slashed my tire. With the whole roomate thing it makes me suspicious. Unfortunatley there is no real Dick Tracy or I would have it taken care of.

There is a van parked parallel to my car with the same tire slashed. Last I checked I had no enemies. Other than envious, jealous people I don't really know who would do it. Shit happens, my hair is brown, so I think it must happen to me a little more than I'd like.

My brother brought me to work this morning. He's never seen where I work. When we pulled up he said "wow, this is one redneck joint." The side of the building looks like a double-wide. It's great.

I didn't get to work yesterday till 11. My cell phone died in the middle of the night and that's the alarm I use to get up in the morning. My boss had called twice leaving me a voicemail that said "Sarah, I'm just making sure one of those boys from Nappy Roots didn't kidnap you." My boss's are really cool to work for, and understand that I stay up late and needed some sleep in a major way.

The sun is peaking out and shinning directly in my eye. I think implying me to make myself half ass useful today. I am off to clean our dusty hub!!! Hope all have a good weekend.

2005-08-16T08:28:00.000-04:00

Today is the darkest, rainiest day this whole entire summer, by far. I would love seriously not one thing more right now than to be in bed with the window open. I can't see the street it's raining so hard.

We are in some major need of rain. One of my lights is out in my office so it's very dark and cozy. The loud rain is preventing my bosses to hear me typing a mile a minute. I usually try to type slowly in hopes they don't come in to see what I am doing. They know I mess around on here quite a bit. They would probably be offended though if they realized I created a cyber land for myself, on thier clock.

I made $350 on Sunday nite at the pizza joint. That's a nice way to get the week started. Then you start laying out all your bills. $100 bucks here, a $100 bucks there. It sucks. That's the whole point of working and living though, right! It's just one big cycle.

If my brother could see me he'd say "Bubb, you have huge bags under your eyes. I am retardedly lethargic!

Fat and Lazy people

2005-08-11T08:51:00.000-04:00

I've decided that being fat and lazy is a luxury and one that I, unfortunately can't afford.

I am so sick and tired of fat and lazy people whining about how their back hurts so bad all the time and they don't know why. (lose 50lbs. and get back to me)

I am so sick and tired of fat and lazy people whining when they don't get their usual 12 hours of sleep and complain they haven't had their usual sleep in 4 days. (I haven't had my usual sleep in 5 years)

Cry me a fucking river, if only I had the luxuries you do, you fat and lazy pieces of shit.

This is from a hard working mother. She is a dear, dear person to me. I totally agree!

HUMP DAY

2005-08-10T09:32:00.000-04:00

Today is hump day. Take it as you will. It is a great day for me because it ends my week of being a cock waitress. When I just wrote that, "cock waitress" all of the sudden I realize that it's so true. You wait on a bunch of drunk cocks. I think I'm seriously way over the service industry. Not that I want a lifetime achievement award in trucking disbatching or anything. School starts on the 22nd. I will be chipping away once again at that fabulous COMM degree.

My trip to Chicago was fun. I didn't do much. I shopped on Friday and went out Friday night. We went to a grand opening of a club. One of the girl's my friend works with was having a going away party thing there. There were about 20 people. We got to walk straight in. I guess she rented a spot in the bar. V.I.P. is lame by the way. So we walk over to this roped off area consisting of a couch and two bottles of Grey Goose. We all sat down. Anna and I were deciding what to go get from the bar to drink. Some guy that we were with came up and asked both of us for $60 each. I can only imagine the look on my face. I turned to Anna and the guy and said. I am not paying $60 bucks to share 2 bottles of vodka and sit on a couch with strangers. It's not even top shelf vodka. I got up and walked to the bar. Sure enough free shot immediatley. If you are female and going to a bar you are destined to get free drinks. Use innocent resources in doing so until they run out.

2005-08-08T14:24:00.000-04:00

It is what it is. What is it, that is? Is it the what? Is it the is? What is it?

Chicago PLEASE!!

2005-08-04T09:59:00.000-04:00

May I please describe my morning. I worked till about 1:30 a.m. I am going to Chicago today. I was up till about 4 packing, and just being awake. The last time I glanced at the clock it was 4:23. I was planning on getting up at 6 a.m. to tan, gather my loose ends, etc. Out of nowhere I hear some extreme northern ebonics. This is in my house. Not the t.v., a being. I'm trying to fall back asleep assuming he was there with my roomate. I thought maybe they'd been playing poker. Chad tends to stay up wicked late playing till the early hours of the morning. Then I start hearing multiple voices. No, not in my head. IN MY HOUSE! I'm like what the fuck. I have to be up in like 30 minutes. Someone says "go get more beer." I'm like are you f-ing kidding me. I mean I've had many late night drinking events. But it's 6 a.m. Very mysterious.

My brother and I are pretty straight edge. I do my share of boozing. He gets his share of caffeine from energy drinks. We are chill people. We both work our asses off. Our lovely little roomate works 3 days a week at a restaurant. He's 26. Daddy pays for everything. That's cool that he has no responsibilities, but my brother and I do. So I'm pissed because I've been woken up. I go to the bathroom to shower. Someone starts pushing the door open. If the bathroom door is shut and the light's on that probably means someone's in there. Common sense. So I slam the door on whoever the hell it was. I hear "oh sorry" from some chicks voice. I put my clothes back on, and go to the kitchen. My brother's standing there, half ass awake. I was like what the fuck is going on? He said I guess Chad's having a party in his room. I rolled my hazel eyes that probably turned red, and went on about my business.

I sit in our laundry room to do my hair and makeup. I start drying my hair and a guy and girl walk in my bathroom together. They are all sorts of chipper, saying "goodmorning." I have a look that could seriously kill someone. If their backs weren't to me they would've been dead. I'm super discombobulated, on no kind of sleep. I'm thinking "am in a movie or something?" I don't like strangers, and they are not welcome in my house.

My brother came to tell me bye before he left for work. He told me that they had all been doing coke, and drinking all night. I have ZERO tolerance for drugs. NONE!!!!!! I was so pissed. I knocked on Chad's door before leaving because he wanted to burn a c.d. that I had. Some guy opened the door and was like "hey, what's up?" I assumed Chad would've answered the door. I look in to talk to Chad and there were four people on his bed. Doing some fucked up snorting orgie bullshit. I threw the c.d. on his bed and slammed his door. I seriously could not fucking believe what I saw. Seriously unfucking believable. I called my brother who had not seen inside Chad's room and started flipping out.

I have seen cocaine twice in my life. Not by choice. It's a dirty, dirty, trashy, nasty drug. My brother got extra pissed. I told him that I avoided people and places like what was going on in Chad's room. COMPLETE disrespect for my brother, who owns the home. Certainly for me. It seriously makes me sweat thinking about it. I am off to Chicago. I suppose I'm just announcing that World War III may be going down when my brother gets home from work. If not that, Chad may be Zig's neighbor at Walter Reed!

2005-08-02T11:19:00.000-04:00

I didn't realize how theraputic writing is. Even though the majority of the shit I write is random B.S. My mind runs constantly, and it is exhausting the majority of the time. Maybe it's just the constant flow of people when I jump job to job that wears on me. I used to be obssessed with being around people all the time. Now I can't wait to be by myself with no t.v., no music (which is surprising), nothing. It may be a part of aging, or just the security you build in yourself. Over the years I've been weeding out the people that really mean nothing to me. If you don't know what's going on in my daily life, I really just don't invest anytime telling, explaining, complaining, etc. There are a handful of real people in this world. I'd rather come across one every so often and save my breath for somebody that actually gives a shit.

He's got a way with words, huh?

2005-07-31T01:00:00.000-04:00

Chuck, as in "my brother-in-law" Chuck's got a picture with the most powerful person in his life, the one that controls every move he makes, and can order him to give his life at any moment.

And, the President's in the picture, too.

Click the link up top to see it.

Tuesday!

2005-07-26T08:43:00.000-04:00

My brother-in-law is back in action. Good feeling I must say. He's doing much better. I'm painting the entire office. A project about ten years past due. Nicotine, dust, and kentucky funk are plastered on the walls. It's quite foul actually. I have officially decided screw college. I'm just gonna be a Porter Painter. Being sleeved in different colored paint and wearing the extra hot all white uniform could seriously become a new trend. Have a good day. I'll be back periodically.

Awesome

2005-07-25T03:22:00.000-04:00

nothing else to really say here.

just...awesome

My sister!

2005-07-22T13:27:00.000-04:00

As a child, my biggest fear were clowns. I don't know if it's the oversized feet, or the off the wall faces they create with makeup. I remember one time my whole family spent the night with some friends of ours. I was young. Maybe 4 years old. When I lay in bed I didn't realize that on the wall directly in front of my face was a HUGE framed clown face. So at 4 or 5 you're in a new environment. That is just awkward anyway. Your toys aren't there. The smell of your house or stinky drooled pillow are of no geographical comprehension. Then the thing you petrify most is plastered on the wall starring at you. On top of that my sister who was my major comfort zone, wasn't even in the same room as me. Thank GOD for my two blankies. Raggedy Anne and Andy protected me while I was probably praying the clown wouldn't get to me. I don't know if anyone else had fears as a child. I don't remember much of my young childhood. This is by far the most vivid memory I have.

The rest of these are from age 5-8.

I remember riding my Big Wheel uptown with my sister (of course). Our uptown was only 8 blocks max from where we lived. I was obsessed with that thing. The front tire blew out. I thought my world was over. We were poor growing up. I knew that I'd never get to have another one.

My sister had a psycho boyfriend in high school. He knew I was her pride and joy. When they broke up I overheard her telling someone she was afraid he would harm me, to get to her. Everytime I went to the bathroom I would look in the toilet seat while I peed. I thought that was when he would get me. It was the only time I was ever alone.

I remember spending endless hours watching my sister get ready for dances, knightettes, dates etc. She would let me sit, stare, ask why, what's that for? We are ten years apart. She took me everywhere. Her dance functions, fund raisers, the salon where she worked. EVERYWHERE! When you dated her you just kind of accepted the fact that she pretty much had a kid.

One of her boyfriends was loaded. He had a 5-speed red muscle car of some sort. She was driving us to Shop'n'Save one night in that car. A ways down the road I guess she accidentally down shifted. Our heads were plastered to the seat. We peed our pants laughing the rest of the way to the store.

I went to a ritual Kahal Dunn concert when my sister was a junior high school. I remember crying at the thought that she had been accepted to college, and would be leaving me. There's just something about music that makes you emotional.

I wanted to be just like her. I was going to be Christmas queen. I was going to be captain of the Knightettes. I was going to work at Cheri Schiffer's Salon. It was all mapped out. Then I moved to Kentucky! My whole life changed. Everything I had planned on was never going to happen. Tis is life. Don't do too much planning. You set yourself up for failure, or some serious disappointment.

I still aspire to be like my sister. It all changed from socially cool, another Benson all up in Franklin's mix, to my own journey of becoming an adult. I now aspire to be the caring and nurturing person, wife, and mother that she is.

I Love You sister!!!!!

Nuns

2005-07-21T15:30:00.000-04:00

This is God's land. We are God's people. I really wonder what our purpose really is. There are books of rules and guidelines. They all seem to coorelate in one way or another. I'm not the most educated on religion. I have honestly never dipped into 1/4 of the bible. Physically reading it anyway. I''m not trying to get philosophical or annoying about our existence. I do sometimes wonder what's really the purpose. We are God's creation. We help erode his other creations. Then we ourselves erode. That's kinda fucked up.

As I age I am training myself to be more simplistic. (That is unless it involves shopping. I think that's my purpose.) It's amazing how things become less important as you grow up. Old boyfriends you spent your life with from 14 to 22. Caddy girlfriends you had nothing in common with from the beginning. Making sure you're in your Sunday's best before going anywhere.

Speaking of Sunday's best. A nun came in here yesterday trying to sell three books for five dollars a piece. She was preaching and trying to bribe. I thought Mormans were the solicitors? Catholic's are lazy drunks. And sister, just because you're dressed like a sister, does not mean I'm gonna give you some $. She was like please even a donation to us struggling poor sisters. Hey lady! No one asked you to keep that chastity belt on for the rest of your life. And if you didn't know that you were gonna be living by the small allowance of your church, and the grace of God. You watched Sister Act one too many times!

I grew up Episcopal. I have a very religious background as well as the rest of my family. I'm not trying to offend anyone. It was just desperately funny.

I seriously dislike people that preach the "word of the Lord." What's the Word!?

Open mouth. Insert foot.

2005-07-19T10:16:00.000-04:00

This is the story of my life. As most can assume I'm pretty straight up. I'm judgemental in the fact that I'm obsessed with clothes. I respect that people are different. Some don't care what they look like, some can't afford decent clothing, some try WAY too hard, and some are just clueless. Well I have talked previously about the hip-hop group Nappy Roots. One of the guys is a regular of mine on Mondays. Well last nite I was talking to his girlfriend and told her how I could sympathize with her because people are ALWAYS staring, autographs, etc. I dated a guy who's a producer for a hip-hop group, we are still good friends. He doesn't so much get the autograph thing, but everywhere we go he know's somebody. It's music this, music that. Our dinner plate when we go out to eat consists of something like this. 16 bars, 11 songs, 5 members, 3 vocalists, and every radio station in this silly town. Sounds appetizing huh! I already knew a lot about music before I met him so I enjoy conversation about it. But when you're living that life and out with your girlfriend, I can honestly say that's the last thing he wanted to talk about. The limelight sounds great, try living in it. NO FUN!

So back to clothing. This little white guy walks in last night with 3 huge black dudes. They were quite a mix clothing wise. One was a bit gangster looking, one Bob Marleyish, one a mix between both, and last but not least, the white guy. He was probably my height with a grey Yank's hat with navy embroidery. He had on a grey button down with black pinstripes, and black pants with some normal blk dress shoes and belt. He had the chop's type beard and freshly faded hair. While he was dancing I think he turned his hat everytime he took a breath. I suppose it was a prop. I've never seen how many ways you can wear a hat until last nite. So the outfit seems like it would be o.k. It would have been great if he wasn't trying so hard to look cool, and wearing a baseball hat with it. By the way, I am going to try to pass the law that navy blue and black DO NOT MATCH and cannot be worn together. I don't care if it's just the emblem on your hat. They just don't match, so don't wear it. I guess what was so corny that's even making me write about this was that he was wearing sunglasses. I work in a shit box, very dark bar. Unless you are blind, or have an awful lazy eye you're trying to hide, you have no business wearing sunglasses at night. I know the song was cool back in the day. That was back in the day.

To conclude and explain insert foot in mouth. I totally made fun of this little white buddy to the girlfriend of the guy in Nappy Roots. Well about five minutes later he hands me a leak c.d. for Nappy Roots. I was like "oh shit, I am such a bitch." I was making fun of a guy who is Nappy's producer or something of the sort to another memers girlfriend. Go figure.

Today!

2005-07-18T12:27:00.000-04:00

This whole blog thing i guess has turned into my retarded daily journal, actually there are a lot of days i sit and stare at the blank create screen because something shiny has preoccupied my exhausted mind and i write nothing. it's amazing how things can change from person to person, day to day.

i've been writing since i was about 10 years old. my first poem, which let me comment, i hate it when people say i write poetry, it's just lame. when people say that i just think of people writing about how love is like roses and butterflies, well those things die. i don't know what love is, i think i've been there before and yes, it died. but it's not supposed to. anyway, the first thing i wrote was when i was 10, one of my sister's best friends committed suicide, at a young 10 i knew what was going on and for whatever reason, wrote some shit down. when i stumble across it i re-read it and would still not change wording, or it's structure. i still get chills when i read it and i was only 10.

so have i really not expanded my vocabulary since then? all this schooling for...... i could give two shits about grammatical, punctuational errors today. i'm feeling lazy so i'm just writing. i had my first sunday off last night in forever and saw wedding crashers. i'm officially obsessed with vince vauhn. i know it's acting but if i could choose a personality to be around as a life long companion it would be him for sure. i love nothing more than to laugh out loud and sometimes pee my pants from laughing so hard. i will admit i can't count the amount of times i've peed my pants.

What goes around!

2005-07-15T15:42:00.000-04:00

My philosophy on life is what goes around, goes around. It happens all the time, is not intentional, and it's just the way it goes. It's about the initial desire and effort towards someone that makes them respect and appreciate you!

The Boss

2005-07-15T14:50:00.000-04:00

Hey, it's me, the flunky. Ever wondered what kind of hotness wrote all that Retrofemales stuff. Well, behold:

That's her on the left. Alcohol is COOL!

And of course, here she is with the future Mrs. Stansbury. And the three future ex-Mrs. Stansburys.

When I first saw the picture, I said to myself, "I'd hit that, I'd hit that, I'd hit that, I'd hit that, who's that loser in back?"

A lucky jerk, that's who. Cause he's in the same time-zone as the Benz.

A taste of Kentucky

2005-07-14T16:00:00.000-04:00

So I work at the trucking company. I am struggling with the whole dating thing because my standards are spectacular! Actually I am a selfish brat and if I don't feel like doing something, I am not going to do it. So there's this guy that's a bit on the fell in love at first site, and god love him he's perfect, but annoyingly nice, complimentary, and just boring. Please don't agree with everything I say, it doesn't take much to occupy me, but I don't even wanna agree with myself most of the time, let alone some guy agreeing with me. I love a good discussion, if I am more into sports than they guy I could potentionally date, that's lame and ain't gonna happen.

Anyway, we have one female truck driver. She came in last week and was like can i have off on Friday. Well asking off here is like, well, just don't even bother. I am not a perfect employee but I would not want to be called am M F'r, and if you ask off, you are an M F'r. So she gets off because one of the male driver's asked to take her to Opryland over the 4th of July. (How red) So on Tuesday she calls up here and says how great her trip was, and they each got to meet each other's children and blah blah. So this is one date, and one time meeting the family. She came in the office yesterday and says have you heard bout me 'n' Marshall. Go back to my post about trucking companies, his vocabulary is the one I was imitating on something about "cum choked porta pot." So she chats it up, and I smile and nod because they're both just red, and it's funny. "Girl, he done told me he loves me, whatcha think bout that." WOW (is what I think) well that's just great.

So today she calls, it has been 13 days since their initial date at the good 'o' Opry. She called my boss and said, "me-n-Marshall's gettin hitched. My boss, really is cool as shit, and she was like "Sarah, here's you, a young, cute 24 year old girl struggling to find someone worth your while, and Barbara is getting married after one date, and never slept with the man. Maybe you should start drivin! HA................

roller coaster

2005-07-12T16:24:00.000-04:00

It holds probably 20 people comfortably. Some are family members, some are friends, and some are complete strangers. It usually starts out slow just to be sure everyone's secure. you can't even be accounted for unless you reach a particular limit. it picks up pace as it coasts steeply in the upward direction, then before you know it, your breath is gone, and you are gasping to catch it on the way down. a quick jolt to the left makes you bang your head, then you are upright smooth sailing. a short while later the coasting thrill picks up pace once again through a dark tunnel then, bam, you've lost your breath again trying to catch it as you're flipped up side down, sometimes repeatedly. you are able to catch your breath then you come to a screeching hault, it can be the biggest thrill, or your biggest fear. it's your choice to take the ride. it's the roller coaster of life.

Blondes and fake boobs

2005-07-08T15:11:00.000-04:00

My brother and I were at a bar last weekend people watching, as usual. We realized how many girls were blonde with fake boobs, and they all looked the same. Ladies, let's be a little more creative, and try something called "natural." I know, I know it's a new concept to many, and most probably don't even know what they really look like!

Arabs

2005-07-08T14:54:00.000-04:00

the u.s. -tagged, i see london -tagged, i see france -are they next? we are in your country because you came to ours. we are killing you daily, you have opened a whole new country of worms and probably a larger expansion of ours. are you stupid? you will not have 7 wives when you die, you will not be remembered forever, and that wonderful place you think you are going after you do all this shit is to HELL. (ever heard of it) nice never knowin ya!

2005-07-08T14:51:00.000-04:00

sweet breaths of air that embrace our very existence are not recognized until they are no longer availiable. we all search and strive for life, and the purpose of our existence. to many it is forever unknown, and to some they never even begin to search, we live in a selfish world of greed, and greif towards our neighbors, and closest loved one's, that are the whole reason our soul is so grounded. often times we feel stuck, like we've been cut at the ankles crawling for that sweet breath of air that needs to be embraced. embrace all of those around you, life is everlasting, but the physical presence of someone can vanish leaving you stuck forever.

Government Funding

2005-07-08T12:34:00.000-04:00

So I started summer school on Tuesday, why i havn't done it every summer is beyond me. One month vs. a whole semester. You live and learn I suppose. Well once a gain another life lesson. Government funding SUCKS. I'm now independent so was told by my financial advisor that all of my summer school, and fall semester were covered when i re-applied for aid this year. Today was the first day professors took attendance, and everyone raised their hand when called, except for.....ME! I was like great, another day a Benson has to grab their ankles. I calmly go to admissions and asked what the fuck was going on. All in all, in order for me to stay enrolled I had to pay $1200 right then. Come again. It's only $2000 for the five classes I'm taking next semester. I'd rather wait another semester and get my $'s worth. Yes dad, I am officially a professional college student!

My browskeet skeet!!

2005-07-01T14:10:00.000-04:00

My brother is one cool M F'r. Yes, he used to bang my head off the floor when we were younger, and beat the shit out of me until......one day I had to pee sooo bad. He lived with three sisters and my mom. ONE bathroom. So he beat me up the steps and did a spread eagle type deal in front of the door. BIG mistake, I had had enough of his shit for years, so i socked him right in the NUTZ. He fell to the ground telling me now he would never be able to have babies. What do I love most in the world? BABIES!! He still managed to be an a-hole even though he was in maajor pain. I don't recall us ever scwabbling again after that. Anyway my family is very funny and witty, my brother has some great quotes that I would like to share.

Today he wrote me this
"Escuse me, how long does it take you to brush the bullshit out of your mouth in the morning?"

"Have a coke, a smile, and shut the fuck up!"

"Poop bucket at the end of a shitty rainbow."

"Try not to live the life created for you, try to create the life you live."

A shirt for Zig (Chuck)

2005-07-01T12:52:00.000-04:00

I think I am gonna make Zig a t-shirt or something. He loves presents. I will put the Ace logo on the front, and this on the back. Tell me what you think.....

Prayer for your recovery hit god faster than the bomb that ricochet your fate.
The silly cyber world that we all abuse due to boredom has become the reason people get out of bed in the morning. Your wit and intelligence has spread the most profound sense of a bond between complete strangers. You have created an extended family filled with love and respect for you beyond your comprehension. We all love you and cannot describe the grace of Jason Spencer. Know we all exist, and pray for the cleanest recovery.
Gods Speed!

Then i will list as many names that will fit from the first post about his accident.

LAST DAY

2005-07-01T09:11:00.000-04:00

So today is my last day at the trucking company. Then begins summer school. To be quite frank, (sorry dad) i'm hammered. This will probably be the longest day of my life. Why is it that when you plan on having A drink, you get the most retarded. Any old way, I walked into work literally hearing, GDMF'R this morning, Oh' how refreshing! Ya'll should never try it. I havn't been blogging at all. This may sound lame, but completely true, since Zig has stopped blogging i've lost a weird sense of motivation to do so. I don't feed off of his blog because I havn't the slightest about the frickin military, other than my sincere respect for thier positions in this world. Zig, hang in there buddy, we'll see you soon. I thought about coming to visit, but if you're not talking much i figured what's the point, i don't want to just sit and look at you! Oh yeah, "Happy birthday Mr. President" i posted something several days ago about being a fly on the wall. i didn't put my own response because i couldn't think of anything at that moment. Zig, to see you, and the president, (priceless). David text messaged me and said "can you imagine what Zig will say, he's such a smart ass." That's why we love you. I will probably post a bunch of random stuff today because I don't know when I will be back!

Monday

2005-06-27T14:35:00.000-04:00

BLAH!!!

ADD

2005-06-24T13:31:00.000-04:00

You can stub your toe these days and get a month's supply of loritab. I really recomend that everyone read the DSM IV (psychological dictionary.) If you don't think you have any issues I promise this will not confirm that. After reading the first few pages I began to realize that I am one fucked up individual. After reading more it was rediculous. Shut the book and the fuck up. The book is a sob story about being a human being. We are all fucked up. Lay off the drugs and get your mind right.

harry-ass-ment

2005-06-24T13:24:00.000-04:00

WHAT FUN IS WORK W/O A LITTLE HARRY-ASS-MENT, YA KNOW!

To think of all the money people could really receive from old Harry is probably quite large. My account is getting slim, and it's the end of the month. Rather than people relying on their welfare check, they should really start investing in Harry.

My brother-in-law Chuck!

2005-06-22T08:26:00.000-04:00

To any visitors I may have please go to Tcoverride.blogspot.com. My sister's husband has been in Iraq and was injured yesterday morning. There will be updates there on his conditions when we hear further news. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayer and spread to as many people as possible. As of now he is stable and o.k. My sister will be updating is as often as possible. thanks! Sarah

A fly on the wall!

2005-06-21T14:47:00.000-04:00

If you could be a fly on the wall in any situation, with any person of the past, or present. Where would you be? Who would you eve's drop on.

INTERESTING!!!!

STUPID PEOPLE

2005-06-21T13:51:00.000-04:00

My personal life is pissing me off today, which happens on rare occasion. Listen up! Everyone's shit stinks. From God, to the most minuscule insects we can't see. We've all been reproduced, and came out smelling like shit. The stench will never go away. We will lie in our grave, and disintegrate like the smell of shit. For all you stupid people who think that you're shit doesn't stink, let me remind you, even God's shit stinks. He created us. (pardon the language.)

Pick up lines

2005-06-20T10:58:00.000-04:00

So I work at the pizza joint, I deal day in and out with drunk scumbags undressing me with thier eyes. It used to really bother me, but now I'm like can you stop starring at my ass, you're wearing it out. They usually shut up. I recently had a cop ask me out. He's kind of a regular, so we are familiar with each other through small chat. He came in last week and asked me out on a date. He said he felt bad asking me out in a bar but..... but what dude? You are, and it's tacky. I'm here to work, and get the F*** out. Not only that, I don't have time to date anyone right now.

So me, still new to the whole dating thing, gave him my phone # like an idiot. I went through my whole shpeal about dating a guy for 8 years, and how busy i was, and just not ready to date. He said "same here," I just want to go out and have a good time. Well I didn't get a call the next day. I honestly didn't even think about it till two days later, when he called 3 times in one day, leaving a message everytime. If a girl doesn't reply after the first call, DON'T CALL AGAIN. In the span of two days he called me 5 times. That's just embarrassing, and PSYCHO! Save your cuffs for someone desparate, cause that sure as hell isn't me. So this leads me to pick-up lines.

PICK-UP LINES
"Nice shoes wanna fuck!" Shoes and fucking just don't correlate. " but if you really want me to stick my 3" stiletto heel up your ass.....more power to ya? (sick)

"Nice pants, they would look better if they were on my floor." Are you gonna wake up in the morning and iron them?

"I'll have a beer, and your phone number." First of all "a beer" means nothing to me, light, dark, import, domestic. Take your pick! "My phone number...... 867-5309 ."

Can I have your math? This one is just funny. If you really want math from me, you sure as hell don't know me. We do not belong in the same sentence!

"Gee, those are some nice legs. What time do they open." One week out of the month, 12 times a year. (that should shut them up!)

"You are so hot, you melt the plastic in my underwear." Who has plastic in their underwear?

Some are just so corny they can start good conversation.
"There must be a keg in your pants cause I wanna tap that ass!" HILARIOUS!!!

"Pardon me, are you in heat?" (That's great)

This may sound horrible, but if you don't think you have a chance, you probably don't, so don't bother.

How about just saying, "you are hot, and i'd like to be seen with you in public! Girls would be all over that shit!

Bumper Stickers

2005-06-17T15:05:00.000-04:00

Bumper stickers are the most mindless form of advertising rediculous comments that people continue to share with other people. So I guess they are a great form of marketing, for yourself or your business. They are just clutter, and tacky. My thoughts about a few.

First of all, we all know what the rainbow stands for. That's cool that gays and lesbians have their trademark, but I want it back.

Who cares what president you're pulling for. Your silly little sticker is not going to change a person's mind on how they feel about abortion.

Fraternity letters on a car just scream "I AM A DOUCHE BAG!"

Sorority letters on a car are the reason we have abortion stickers!

Save the earth, save the trees, save Tibet. Hey! Save yourself some time and money. STOP putting bumper stickers on you car!

Free Martha, Free Winona, Free yourself of this stupid fad.

I must admit that there is one bumper sticker that is great: "What if the whole world farted at once?" Could you imagine? We would all probably suffocate to death!!

The only bumper sticker worth investing any money, or thought in, is the yellow ribbon representing our troops overseas. They are like 99 cents or something like that. Show your respect, and love for our country.

Trucking Companies

2005-06-17T09:38:00.000-04:00

I work for one of the most redneck industries in America. A TRUCKING COMPANY. I can't really complain because I make $10 an hour. I answer phones all day and obviously have plenty of time to play around on the computer. When I first started, I had to transfer the calls to my boss because I literally could not understand the slang, twang from these truck driver's. This is what a written sentence would look like from their mouths "is-her-underwear-cum-specked-and-i-choked-it-in-a-porta-pot." Translation= "This is Underwood, can I speak to Ann, I am checked in at Porter Paint." There are 26 letters to choose from in the alphabet, when speaking to some of these drivers, they don't use a single one correctly. God love em. They make $50,000 a year to drive across the U.S. stopping at every truck, and titty stop possible for snacks and a quick thrill. What a life.

Misery Dipped in Shit

2005-06-16T13:48:00.000-04:00

My oldest sister is ten years older than me. We are seriously twins with an age gap. We think on the same level as far as life, parenting, and just being a good person. We are people pleasers and love life most when the majority of the people around us are happy. Who doesn't? Well don't be fooled. There are people out there that get off when everyone around them is not happy. They will also try anything in their power to make you feel that way if you aren't already. There is one phrase for that type of person. Read the bold words.

Mis•er•y Pronunciation: (miz'u-rē), [key] —n., 3. great mental or emotional distress; extreme unhappiness.

Dipped to plunge, to lower and raise:

In - used to indicate inclusion within something abstract or immaterial): in something

Shit n 1: obscene terms for feces [syn: crap, dirt, shite, poop, turd] bullshit, bull, Irish bull, horseshit, crap, dogshit] jack, diddly-squat, diddlysquat, diddly-shit, diddlyshit, diddly, diddley, squat] asshole, bastard, cocksucker, dickhead, mother fucker, motherfucker, prick, whoreson, son of a bitch, SOB] damn, darn, hoot, red cent, shucks, tinker's tinker's dam] : denounce, tell on, betray, give away, rat, grass, shop, snitch, stag] stool, defecate, take a shit, take a crap, ca-ca, crap, make] shitting, shitted, shat] (What a great word!)

I got this quote from my sister. "Misery dipped in shit" speaks for itself. Sounds pleasant doesn't it. We all know someone that applies to this.

Happy Hour

2005-06-15T12:10:00.000-04:00

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day, she was miserably hung over from a long previous evening of boozing. We were discussing how happy hour is a great way to get the evening going. Cheap drinks, or 2-for-1. You can't beat it. While continuing to talk we began unraveling her last 24 hours. It went a little something like this.

Happy Hour- A 24 hour event!

Happy Hour usually begins at about 4 p.m. Cheap drinks, so more of them, end up spending lot's of cash.

7p.m. Happy Hour is over, but you are the hottest thing in town right now so must continue the evening.

11 p.m. Your skirt is twisted sideways, and your left eye becomes lazy. Without you knowing, your standards have dropped 75%, and you think you've met the man of your dreams.

2 a.m. You must have watched USA movie specials the night before because you are Dirty Dancing like Revenge of the Nerds.

4 a.m. You finally stumble home and have hours of unwanted, sloppy sex, with a stranger.

10 a.m. Butt naked, alone in bed, not recalling anything from your lazy eye on.

10:05 a.m. until 3:59 p.m. The wonderful decision as whether to shit, vomit, or both at the same time.

It's truly a 24 hour event.

Neverland

2005-06-14T14:12:00.000-04:00

So I'm way over this Michael Jackson crap! I'm almost embarrassed to even talk about it. Who would send thier child to neverland? The name of this pedophiliac play house means you never go back normal. He's one sick MF'r. I feel like this pedophile epedemic is turning into some sort of fad. I just ask parents that they keep an open relationship with thier children. It is your job as a parent to stay educated and up to date with the slang, drugs, sexual fads going on with young children. Yes! Young children. Little girls are wearing cute colored jelly bracelets not as jewelry, but as a symbol to perform different sexual favors with boys. I'm talking like 5th grade here folks. We've all probably made out in a movie theatre, but there is a new event that takes place in the back row called "the rainbow." Boys sit in the back row of a theatre, while young girls "head" on down the row putting on different colors of lipstick. These children are 13 and 14 years old. Some even younger than that. It may be just as awkward for the parent as it is for the child to discuss sex, drugs, etc. It is your job, and could prevent unecessary havoc in your, and your child's future. They are never too young to be educated, and you are never too old!!!!

Retrofemales

2005-06-13T10:35:00.000-04:00

Retrofemales

A retrofemale’s role is to be the wife, listen to all the bullshit, and take care of the kids. Enough of the feminist “feel sorry for me because I have a vagina” nonsense.

Know your role and shut up!

If you’re a lesbian that’s your choice, but if you’re gonna strap on a dildo, what’s the point? The idea of a relationship is to not fully understand why the opposite sex does what they do. (We will never understand the comfort of a guy’s palm connected to his ball sack.)

Know your role and shut up!

Flowers are great, but they die. Don’t feel bad if you get them once a year (if that). Guy’s don’t buy shit for the sake of buying shit, and they don’t want to invest their hard-earned money on something that’s going to die. (Period)

Know your role and shut up!

Women birth their children. If you’re a good mom, you’re children would rather you wipe their ass. (So don’t get pissed when they call for you, and nag at your husband to help out.)

Know your role and shut up!

Don’t get your panties in a bunch if your mate doesn’t notice you’ve cut or colored your hair. He loves you no matter what you look like. If it makes you feel good to go from blonde to red, and get a dyke slice, do it for you. (Cause they usually don’t notice, or care.)

Know your role and shut up!

When you ask your mate how you look in an outfit, know that he’s lying. You know if you look fat, so buy some shaping undergarments, or wear a fucking sweat suit. (You set yourself up for failure.)

Know your role and shut up!

If your mate makes a comment about you gaining weight or doesn’t like something about you, take it as a compliment. He wants his wife to be hot. (You should always want their approval.)

Know your role and shut up!

If your husband wants a night out with the guys, that’s great. You’re turn will be next, and they don’t do anything that any other guy doesn’t do: Check out hot chicks. It’s human nature to stare at something that looks good. (Get over it.)

Know your role and shut up!

When your mate shows you some affection, you know what he wants. Beat him to the sack and fuck his brains out. Don’t feel sorry for yourself because he only shows it when he’s in the mood. (It gets old for everyone after a couple of years, who are you kidding?)

Know your role and shut up!

If you are a stay at home mom, that’s what you chose to do. Take care of the house, take care of the kids like you are their slave, and have dinner ready when your husband gets home. (It’s your job!)

Know your role and shut up!

If you are married to someone in the military don’t try to get pity because they are overseas. I have great compassion for those wives, husbands, and families. It’s sad that war happens, but that is their job. (You chose to marry the guy.)

Know your role and shut up!

If you don’t like sports, learn to love them. Take the time to learn the strategy of sports; it could work in your favor. This is unless your mate is a METROsexual. If that is the case, you may as well be a lesbian. (You don’t want your mate to be prettier than you are.)

If you want a lifetime of happiness just know your role and shut up!
~Sarah.