| I have chat capabilities |
[May. 21st, 2006|10:50 pm] |
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| |  mmmm, Jennifer | ] |
My new AIM is TheRah74
Add me and we can chat! |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 21st, 2006|01:16 am] |
You's a gonna have to friend da WRAH journal my peeps.
It is about to be come exclusive.
If ya still wanna read it, and this one for that matter, lemme know. |
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| Please help The kids |
[May. 18th, 2006|11:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  irritated | ] |
I have bonded with the kids that I have been dancing with and teaching (NO!!! Not like that you SICKOS!)
They really wanna go clubbing and I have been trying, quite unsuccessfully, to find teen dance clubs in the area.
I am close to just playing the lottery and making one of my own. I could go off on a tangent here, but I'll refrain.
You're welcome
So, anyone here know of safe dance clubs for teenagers in Atlanta? |
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| HOCKEY |
[May. 17th, 2006|08:32 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | I mah room | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  HOCKEY | ] |
| [ | music |
| | HOCKEY | ] |
Edmonton is up by one against SanJose right now. If they win they go to the conference finals!!!!!
YAYYYY!
Maybe a Canadian team will be in it for the cup this year!!!
Hmmm, I may need to to find a hockey lubbin' LJ community right now.... muahahahahaha! |
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| WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE |
[May. 15th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  weeee | ] |
I'm Baaaaa - aaaaack!! |
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| Thaks for the inspiration Earl |
[Nov. 21st, 2005|03:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  you don't wanna know | ] |
"If I had known it would suck like this, I would have killed myself long ago."
Pause for long cigarette drag.
"Come to think of it, I still might." |
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| I will win |
[Nov. 18th, 2005|10:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
Raegan and I are having a contest to see if we can kill an entire bottle of whiskey in one night. We came close last night but I got so drunk I passed out and don't remember shit.
Tonight will be different. I will be victorious.
I have two beers on her. We are going shot for shot and I am on shot number 4 and she is on number three. I will win. My alcohol tolerance is SO high these days.
I will let ya know tomorrow who wins, like we don't really know the outcome right now.
Wink wink.
And stop making fun of my fucking e-net-date! |
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| First day |
[Nov. 18th, 2005|05:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
I guess I should write something a little more entertaining than quips about my depression.
I arrive at my first day of work, on time of course, to find that I got there just when the police did. All of my new co-workers were gathered at the front register talking in hushed tones with furtive sideways glances. Apparently I had just missed the great escape.
Some bastard somehow lifted the keys to a glass case from a floor person, opened it, and extracted as many PSP's as he could carry, and left. He forgot his wallet, which he came back for. Jesus.
I refuse to believe that I am working with a bunch of morons, and that this was just a rare incident.
The cop leaves suddenly because Circuit City was just hit, by the same wallet-forgetting bastard. And later, Best Buy. Have to hand it to him though, he has balls if he is doing all of this in the same area.
Later on, it happened again. Except this is how Rah found out. My trainer/key holder sees a cop walk into the store. She flips out. "Don't freak out," I say to her. "Cops need to shop too." Yet she is on the phone with 911. Apparently someone had a gun and they were going to hold us up before the cop walked in. I was the only one on register, and with what I have been through recently, I dared some mother fucker to put a gun in my face.
But alas, it was not so, it was just that another PSP had somehow walked out the door.
However, during closing proceedures, Jason the Almighty Manager decides that the PSP is still in the store somewhere because David saw the guy take something that he had stashed away. I guess David saw the first time it happened and knew what he looked like. That's right guys, HE CAME BACK. Got away, AGAIN. Lemme at him...
We tore apart the store looking for the damn thing. I didn't know there was a toy section until then.
The moral of the story? When you are having your bag searched before leaving the store you work at that got robbed twice in the same day, don't tell the manager that he forgot the PSP stashed in your back pocket.
I think I work again on Sunday. |
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| !@$%&* |
[Nov. 18th, 2005|05:07 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  FCUK ME | ] |
Why? Why do I do it? I look for it too. WTF is wrong with me?
:( |
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| Fuck the chainsaw, I want beer |
[Nov. 16th, 2005|11:57 pm] |
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| |  meh | ] |
I need more beer and cigarrettes. More than a pack a day eats at your pockets. Fuck, maybe I'll go to the liquor store and get that great Captain Morgan's Parrot Bay Passion Fruit shit. Fuck it's good.
And, thanks for the CD today. I needed some friendliness.
It's too damn late for beer. House Whiskey it is. |
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| The NHL |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|12:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
Ever since I was a wee little tom-boy my father taught me about sports. I could throw a curve ball, I could spiral a football and kick a soccer ball with the rest of the neighborhood boys. We even had two televisions going on Sundays so that we could watch moere than one game at once.
Football. Baseball. Soccer... and Ice Hockey.
The crease, the center line, saves, bone cruhing checks against the glass, gloves are down and blood is on the ice... they grabbed me and held me at attention game after game. And it was always over too soon.
I learned the big names of the game. New Jersey, Detroit, New York Rangers and Pittsburg. These were the forces that couldn't be reckoned with as they worked their way to the cup, year after year.
So an oppotunity to see the World famous Pittsburg Penguins, with out-of-retirement front man Lemieux, could not be passed up.
I drove my gorgeous new vehicle to the arena and readied myself for the thrashing of the Atlanta Thrashers. I even called people. "Guess who I am looking at right now?" "I don't fucking know. Who?" tense pause for more effect. "Mario Lemieux!" with a slight, "Neener," under my breath. He was watching the game from home. Heh.
The excitement was uncontainable as many audience members sported Pittsburg jerseys though we were in Atlanta. It was as though, they too, knew that the outcome wouldn't be pretty for these home town fans. They were going to go home soddon faced and dejected.
Yet after about the fourth goal for Atlanta with no answer from Pittsburg yet on the board, I began to wonder who had paid them to route themsleves. "Who owes money to the Yakuza!!??" I wanted to yell.
Oh how the mighty hath fallen. Lemiex and his Penguins skated away from a 5 - 0 loss against... Atlanta. Damn.
It was my first ever NHL experience and one that can never be forgotten. Thank you Brandon, thank you ever so much.
Now I am preparing for the December first game when the Thrashers will host none other than the terrific Toronto Maple Leafs at Philips arena. I will be there with the best Canadian jersey Ebay has to offer.
See you at the Blueland at 7pm. The puck drops at 7:05. I'll be the one in the expensive seat. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|01:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
I think that I have discovered that REALLY exploring the net can be bad.
You tend to find things that you were perhaps never meant to find.
Dammit |
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| I just thought it was funny |
[Nov. 12th, 2005|06:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tipsy | ] |
I have been forced at Ziggy point to watch "Lost" first season so I can be caught up. Then we will go to L Word and Oz and Alias... and something to do with some white chick in the burbs that sells pot.
Anyway,
I just saw the beginning of the dynamite episode.
It made me smile when the school teacher exploded into a million tiny people chunks.
OK, more alcohol, since it is my sustaining life force, and force myself to get through Lost so I can get to Alias so I have better dreams at night. |
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