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                <title>well woohoo!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:27:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OK. Today was a crappy day and I all I wanted to do was go home, eat a tub of chocolate ice-cream with brownies and choc-chip cookies and then wash it down with butterscotch schnapps! Everything ticked me off.  You know what, I NEVER eat breakfast and the one time i decide I'll go ahead and eat I end up on the phone for 30 damn minutes trying to explain why hours are getting cut. Well once that pissed me off all the customers seem to get to me. Why do some costumers INSIST on unloading their basket ONE-DAMN-ITEM-AT-a-TIME!!! And its never practical. Noooo they unload cold-cuts wait for you to scan it , put it in the bag then they hand you SOCKS when there are 5 more packages of DAMN COLD-CUTS in their basket!! But my favorite is the customer who has you ring up all the items , bag them, total<br /> it out and then tell you they don't HAVE $46 they only have $20. THEN WHY DID YOU FILL THE BASKET UP! AND THEN they look at me like I got $26 to loan them or that I m gonna say "Oh don't worry about it, just take what ever you want its cool." Then there's the customer who buys the $2.17 item pays with a $100 bill and says "oh wait I have the seventeen cents." Well THANK YOU! no really I need change. Hell as long as I have those seventeen cents (in pennies) it wont matter that I'm out of $1 and $5.  On the bright side this customer never throws their money at me. Let me put this out there for anyone who does not work retail. You would report a cashier if they TOSSED your change (bills or coins) on the counter. Every customer I have ever had expects their change in their hand! Yet...some throw, yes throw, literally THROW!!!!! their money on the counter.  If I am behind the counter ringing up customers do not ask me if I work here. do yall really think companies let random ppl come and run registers. If you have a cold, vomiting or any illness don't ask me what you should take. I DON'T KNOW! I run a register, AT A GROCERY STORE! Go to a PHARMACY! And this list could go on and on but I will finish with this last one. I don't know how much it cost anywhere else. SHIT, I probably don't know what it cost here.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Im not really depressed.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 21:13:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Iv been thinking about my name. I use on several sites but its not really appropriate anymore. I want to change it for any future crap I decide to do. I thought of a couple of names. They are all shit though. I think Ill just end up calling myself Summers eve island splash. Its clean and fresh. Or maybe nipples.  I don't know.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>sick</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 12:22:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well i have been sick! Right now it looks like I might miss work which I really do not want to do. This is the time all the holiday CRAP comes out and we have to put out the displays. Halloween has not even got here and I already have Christmas stuff out. But that's nothing, in December well start to get Valentines Stuff. YEAH!! ME SOO HAPPY!!XD  NOT!! So that is why I do not want to miss work, but what good am I if I spend the majority of the time grabbing on to something for balance and the rest of the time in the bathroom.  (My meds make me drunk and dizzy.) Then to add to my irritation my camera needs to go to the Doctor too. Nothing major but still enough to PISS ME OFF! OK I hope you are all well.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>frustrated</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 08:32:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I am frustrated! There is a drought and nothing is growing, pretty much everything is dead in the area. The cactus is growing but the farmers are burning the needels off for the cows to eat. All the lakes and ponds are pretty low rightnow too. I just dont know...nothing is calling to me. Oh well.  The news said were 28in below the average rainfall. Were standing out only 2in. WE NEED RAIN!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>makeup</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 23:33:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well just when you think you have setteled down in one job. I should have know it wouldent last, working just one job. I need to do two things at once its in my blood. But I wantto be home too. So im selling makeup. Yep aloette cosmetics. I have a website and everything. Well we will have to see what happens I guess, Iv been selling stuff all my life. Cameras, glasses, band stuff door to door. Our director once had us selling Direct TV. That was in adittion to the hams, turkeys, cheese, magizines,chocolates, candy bars, placemate ads, and spagitti dinner tickets, PLUS SO MUCH MORE!!!! Then at Wal-mart I was always pushing somthing. Cameras, camcorders, digital cameras, frames, printers, computers, game systems BRAS!!!! Ya I had an old lady show me her tits! Im not complaining just stating facts. I think I have mispelled most of this passage. Oh Well. I should sell cars. Well maybe trucks, afterall this is TEXAS. Everyone has a truck. And that is not a stereotype. Horses would be, but not trucks. Actually I know a lot of ppl with horses and cattel. Droughts killin them right now having to import hay is expensive. OK I have no idea what Im writing so it must be bed time. I sold waffels too.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>work</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 09:57:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok so I have started my new job and so far so good.  I am being traind at a diffrent store and have not been sent to my store so i took a side trip over there to peek and its not that bad.  It was kinda slow but then again it was late and that town shuts down at 8p.m.  Good thing Im not living there.  I have signed my termination papers with walmart but they gave me a suprise and offered me a zone manager position and more $$$$.  I interviewed for it but was going to have to wait to hear anything.  The more I thought about it the more it did not feel right.  Roger and my family were pretty upset about it too, they felt that if Wal-Mart wanted to give me a job they should have done it years ago not the day befor I was to leave.  So I went I told them no thanx.  Well They called me again yesterday to make sure I had quit. WTF!! You could not look that info up in the computer. You had to call. oh well. It is time to go.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>glowing</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:25:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If yall could see me yall would say im glowing. Life is great right now with the promotion and all. We just played an awsome game in which I Annihilated everything in my path. I also recieved word today from my boss that she will give me a Schnauzer puppy! We have to wait for it to be born. But I will be patient. And I also herd from an old friend and got a chance to put a lot behind me. He decided to burn the bridges and move on and that has to be the best news we have herd. Now we can move on knowing we tried, it wasent us that cut it off. Life is at peace and things are looking up for everyone. I think we will all live happily ever after.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>woohoo!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 08:03:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/drunk.gif" width="25" height="28" alt=":drunk:" title="Drunk" /><br />OK so I apllied for a job at Dollar General, as store manager! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> And I GOTS IT!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" title="Dance!" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/boogie.gif" width="25" height="25" alt=":boogie:" title="Boogie!" /> ANd now I am all that is awsome. My Wal-Mart family was like <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shocked.gif" width="20" height="19" alt=":shocked:" title="Shocked" /> and then they were all <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/faint.gif" width="18" height="17" alt=":faint:" title="I think I've fainted." /><br />So here i go no turning back.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Its Almost TIme</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 23:12:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well Tuesday will be the beginning of my vacation, and we will start off with going to San Antonio to drop a friend off at the airport.  Then On Friday we will go to Dallas to visit RogerÂs family, I am very excited about meeting them.  I also came in contact with an old friend from high school who is living up there so I might be able to go visit her.  I am very excited and I canÂt wait!  Also I have been working on my pages trying to get everything organized but what can I say I am lazy.  Oh well got to go.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Bout time!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 11:44:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have internet!!  I am all that is awsome.  We finally got it hooked up now I am alive again!!!  I never knew how much i loved my internet till i lost it. but the darkness has passesd and i can breath again.  im gonna look up porn!!!  Oh yeah.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh BOY!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 19:23:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OK PJ got me an avatar and now under Depressedbride it says Pieces in the rain.  Roger says i should not use depressedbride because i am a happy bride now.  also somebody who is fat, bald and gay has been changing my password to my e-mail again.  he also read two of my e-mails.  PJ and I took care of that too.  Vacation has been good and I am happy!!!  Except for booby Man that makes me sad.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>better</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:11:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok Im doing better.  Roger's been looking for dogs and I have been thinking about what would be best for us.  I would like a big dog like a great dane or a bull mastiff.  Then I think no I want another Buddy!!  oh well.  I finished moving and have been getting ready for the midnight madness sale.  lots going on hopefully I will get internet up and runing soon.  We will see.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Damn that sucks.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:12:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well it happend, I knew it would one day I just did not know it would happen this soon.  Buddy passed away on the 12th.  We went walking in the park and I could tell he wasent himself, well then he decided he did not want to walk anymore.  I carried him back to the car and went home.  I gave him a bath and called my mother to tell her what was happening when he collpased on the ground.  We called the vet and told them we were coming in when he then had a seizure.  That was pretty much it he just lay in my arms after that.  The Vet gave him a shot to help, but he passed away despite our efforts.  We gave him a funeral and buried him in his grandmas backyard with some of his family.  I miss him.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>About time.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 21:44:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I went hiking and got to take some shots and they have been posted.  We had fun in Louisianna and then had dinner at the China Bear in Houston.  The next weekend we went to Corpus and tomorrow its Bar-B-Que!!!!  I love Bar-B-Que on my birthday.  Well got to go.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BREAST!!!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 22:20:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well Im here.  We are getting ready to go on a trip and are pretty excited.  Right now Roger and Gus are telling somewhat sexest jokes.  So far there jokes like "when should you fix a womens watch?  you shouldent theres one on the stove."  Zeroburnner would like that one.  They get worse, and I know thats how you like it.  Well my cousin is fine.  My brother is being nice to me. And today was my fathers birthday which my mother insist on reminding me of EVERY YEAR!!  Like it would change suddenly.  Or even better like he would call and complain that I forgot it.  Crazy!  Spring is here in Texas as far as Im concerned.  Our one day of winter is over!!!  So Roger and I have started to prepare for the garden.  My herbs are doing well and Gus is falling asleep right now.  Life is GOOD.  Well I guess I should go and finish my magazine.<br /><br />"Yes Im still alive and in the same place, not hard to find and never was.  But since I never herd from you I guess you forgot I was here.  Happy Birthday Darwin!"<br /><br />I might sound bitter but really Im not.  Life has been good to me and I have no regrets.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>woopieeeee!!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 21:36:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I did it!!  Im out of Halletsville!  Now Im in Port Lavaca and I am loving it there.  Roger is really happy about the change and excited about me getting my liscence.  My co-workers are mostly younger girls going thru college.  I thought this would be an issue but so far it seems it wont be.  They are not too ditzy, shallow or stuck up.  In fact they are much like the girls in Victoria's photo lab.  Plus Ms. Velma is there and a whole bunch of Victoria staff.  Everyday it seems I see another Victoria face,  I feel at home.  Oh I got a hair cut that Roger is very excited about for some reason.  Everyday he tells me he likes it.  I wont complain at least he notices these things.  Oh my little cousin is in the Houston hospital with Kiddney stones.  That just happend today and Im still waiting on more news.  This is my cousin who has already had heart surgery before age 10.  On a brighter note Roger bought me a whole bunch of fireworks for the New Year.  We had a blast popping them, O.K I did more than Roger and Gus.  Roger bought me some called Ladybugs that I loved a lot, so he went back to get more.  I got Roger the DS he wanted for christmas which he liked but, I really wanted to get him a Wii.  It sucks I was Electronics Dept Manager and I couldent even get a Wii.  Our shippments for christmas were so small it was stupid.  Well I better go.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>WTF!!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 20:46:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hit a deer!!  Actually the deer fell from the sky and landed on my car.  He then laid there in the road suffering struggaling to get up.  I was so sadden to see him there I thought I would cry.  Then the MOTHERFUCKER got up and walked off!!!  Damn you deer!!  My car was left undrivable and now Im in a rental, that Gus fits very nicely in by the way.  Well what else is new?  Oh! I know Iam transferring to PortLavaca now.  Roger is very happy and so am I.  Well got to go but just so yall know I am still alive in case anyone was wondering which I doubt.  Raspberry!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So Whats New</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 16:02:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well Yesterday my friend sent me a message that he had kidnney stones.  That sucked then my mom called and said she had a wreck.  Her arm is broken but everyone else in the car were fine.  I have been up since yesterday working, running from town to town, talking to insurance people and trying to help my left handed mother live with out a left hand.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 15:44:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh how it has been raining!  And flooding.  Oh well there is always a price to pay for the joy of rain.  I love the rain.  I love the feel of of it on my face.  I love the way it wets my hair so that Roger has to brush it aside.  I love seeing him in the rain.  The feel of his hot kiss warming my blood in the chill of the rain.  Rain.  Other than the rain it has been good.  I fell at work and hurt my tailbone.  One of my associates has decided I am the antichrist because I wont allow her to stand around in other departments, smacking her gum and gossiping while wondering how she can accomplish that springtime fresh feeling between her legs.  Then there is the guy who works for me who we call "my Shadow" because he has glued himself to me.  He is a good worker though.  I just lost my best worker to nursing school.  Damn!  The Inquisition, made up of older women who are also managers, is currently regrouping.  I apparently dealt a bigger blow than I thought.  Yes I won a battle but the war continues.  No matter victory will be mine and vengence will be my motto.  Oh yeah I got to see zeroburner and poorjudgment.  They came over on the fourth and Roger and I were happy.  Speaking of happy, my would be wedding day passed uneventfull.  It will be a year next month and I still have not heard from my ex,  I have no regrets.  I was worried that he would call and ask for money for the dress or the church like he had once tried.  I couldent be happier and I have to thank Roger and Peter for helping me see the truth.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>laughter</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 14:47:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well Iv been busy with work and now it appears I will move yet again.  I got to meet more of Rogers family they are very nice.  They all make me feel wanted and loved and they tell me how happy they are to see me.  I like it.  It is nice to know they like me.  Roger is happy about it too of course.  Well this is gonna be a short entry because roger and I have to go, it seems we are always going somewhere are doing something.  I will see yall.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Rain</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 08:51:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well well look who is back.  Oh I am back and I will be a force to be delt with.  Depressedbride is my name because I was engaged to marry my highschool sweatheart of 11 years.  Thats great some may say, but no.  He was controlling, manipulating, and insecure.  I gave and never recievied.  I asked many times if he truly wanted to marry me and he responded yes everytime while pushing the date further and further back.  Well one day while I was at work I looked up to see an old friend standing there smiling.  My heart stopped, time stood still and for one blissfull moment I was at peace with the world.  I ran out of the department to greet him.  He threw his arms around me and lifted me into the air, and I felt as though I could fly.  We made arrangments to start hanging out and the guys all saud they were soooooo happy to see me.  Yeah.  Meanwhile the man I was suppose to marry wanted nothing to do with my friends.  To make a long story short I found out he was reading my e-mails, deleting them, and basically being an Ass.  I confronted him about it and he said it was all in my head and left.  That easy huh?  Surly there must be more.  No there wasent and thats what hurt the most that he just walked away from 11 years.  I cried and cried and of all my friends who were happy to see me only one helped me.  The same one who lifted me into the air that day at work now lifted me up the stairs to my bed.  Then it happend he asked me out and I said yes despite all the complecations and barriers that surronded us.  My friends instead of being happy for me and happy for him were upset.  One so called friend cried to people all over the cyberspace world and all over our little town.  He made us outcast among our own friends.  Those who said they cared for us and wanted us to be happy were suddunly angry and mad.  I dont understand how someone can say they love you if they truly dont.  You see I gave and gave to my ex and he never gave back and when I decided I wanted to have friends he got mad.  What about me!! Thats what it was I wasent going to keep giving to someone who wasent willing to meet me half way.  After all he had his friends.  So now here I am with someone who wants to return my love because I am willing to give him 200% and instead of our friends be happy they ruin our lives.  Thats right those complications those bariers that could be delt with that we could get past were now bigger.  Not to mention the said friend who did all this cried to us to break up.  Excuse me I am an adult and I will not be told who I can and can not date.  Then when this said friends says he is sorry it is not directed towards me at no point in the conversation does he say "I am sorry that I am an Ass and I treated you like an incompetent child who is incapable of making there own decisions."  Just like when he asked to breakup he never once asked how I felt.  What I thought.  I was just an object to be kept to him.  And just like my Ex he walked away.  He stirred the pot made a mess and said good luck cleaning it up.  Havent seen him in months he hasent called and as a result or other friends feel torn.  But hey thats okay I guess they were not really friends anyway.  So why rain as the title of the entry?  Because I love the rain, I love to get caught in the rain, I love to watch the rain, I love the feel of the rain on my face.  Rain purifies the soul and it also has a romantic meaning for me.  That what I am doing here I am cleaning up some stuff.  You See there was and is drama from all direction and no seems to include me directly they all deal with Roger as though I am just a side item a mere after thought.  Let me let yall know now so there is no future misunderstanding.  I am not weak!  I have fought battles, I dont let anyone mess with me not my stepfather, not my brother, not my ex.  Once my path is crossed it crossed for good.  Forgiveness does not come easily for me and wounds heal very slowly.  I guess a more appropriate name for this should be the Thunderstom.  Bottom lone is this after SIX MONTHS of him loving me he is still here when no one else is around not even to say hi, and I love him with everything that I am.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~depressedbride</author>
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                <title>Just a little stressed.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 20:27:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blahblah.gif" width="37" height="15" alt=":blahblah:" title="You talk too much!" /> <br />
So I might be a little stressed lately <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/stab.gif" width="24" height="15" alt=":stab:" title="Stabbed in the gut, just like Jack the Ripper!" />  I have reached that point where I am at work and realize I wish I were drunk more than anything <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/drunk.gif" width="25" height="28" alt=":drunk:" title="Drunk" /> Not just because of the boring task that I am forced to repeat day in and day out <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/chainsaw.gif" width="49" height="20" alt=":chainsaw:" title="Chainsaw" /> but the customers as well.  Constant complaining about every little thing.  They stand there and they just yell and wine and complain while I stare at them blank faced not saying a word.  They dont care about my vacant expression they are busy complaning about the parking or some stupid thing I have no controll over while their child <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nerd.gif" width="20" height="21" alt=":nerd:" title="Nerd" /> is screaming at the top of thier lungs that they need a diaper changed.  Which would not be so bad if he wasent 12.  Meanwhile my fellow associates are vomiting because of the filth that fills thier nostrals <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/shithappens.gif" width="16" height="16" alt=":shithappens:" title="Shit Happens" /> is almost toxic and is burning the nose hairs.<br />
Do they care no they just keep on till I say "free" it doesent matter whats free as long as that word escapes my lips its all alright.  I could be saying free butt kickings as soon as I clock out <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/backstab.gif" width="42" height="16" alt=":backstab:" title="Stabbed in the back!" /> But its all good.  They got somthing free.  Yet manegment wonders why half the store spends thier lunch brake at the bar across the street <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/beer.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":beer:" title="Beer before Liquor; will get you sicker" />  Hell why do you think they opened that bar across the street!  They knew wed go before , during , and after work just to cope.  OK  Iam calm <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/meditate.gif" width="29" height="23" alt=":meditation:" title="Ohm... Ohm..." /> ]]></description>
                <author>~depressedbride</author>
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                <title>Huh?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 14:33:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have you ever been in the middle of doing somthing when you realize you have forgotton what it was you were doing.  It happens to me all the time and when tell my co-workers they look at me like Im crazy.  Me!  That and when Im going home I suddenly realize either I dont know where I am or I dont know how I got there.  Which is wierd cuse I drive all the time for work.  But its like all of a sudden I m there and I cant recall the stop lights or traffic.  Oh! I got bit by fleas and it itches real bad because Im allergic to them and they get all ugly and I have to put creme on them and stuff and its really gross.  If you know a high school in South Texas that needs a history teacher let me know, I need a job.  So do my friends.  I wanna go to the art show P.J keeps talkin about.  Speacking of shows Victoria will have auditions for Cowboys and some girls to star in a movie called Cowboy Smoke I think it was in the Victoria paper 8-4-06 and they were talkin about it in Yoakum.  Im interested but Iv been told that I am not a man much less a cowboy, Thanx Vincer.  *crys bitter tears of rejection*  But hey we cant all be manly men.  well I better go do somthing somewhere. ]]></description>
                <author>~depressedbride</author>
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