"Sir I'm gonna have to check your purse." Men hate to be emasculated. "SIR." Blank stare and then acquiescence. Or there's the cold, deliberate keep-staring-keep-staring stare, I might just cry or apologize if you keep it up, "this isn't a purse." Eyes still locked, "either way I'm gonna have to check it." Black guys and men in buisness suits hate ( Read more... )

count these days, feel like i ran a marathon ( Read more... )

I just had a pretty bad dream about coming back to Alabama it was filled with so many cliches (which I couldn't even pick up on until I woke up) all about being smothered by a town. John King and Nathan Meadows were there to show me how everyone was doing so amazingly and that my stories were pathetic and easily ignored. They would much rather hang ( Read more... )

I'm confused ( Read more... )

i want a walkman so bad it hurts, "tell me: how could you compromise yourself like this; tell me how could you blame anyone else, when you aren't really committed. Tell me where was your head when you broke that promise, to yourself; the one where you don't forget every life lesson that happens before your eyes, so you don't wake up to regret she's ( Read more... )

Today was my first day of work. Done and dunne. It wasn't bad. I'm up in the warehouse most of the day but for an hour I get to do bag check, which is nice cuz I can people-watch. And it's really more fun than it sounds. Other than that I just move boxes and price books. That Italian lady is still moving stuff in for the third day. I really can't ( Read more... )

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I'm steadily becoming something that my younger self would hate or be ashamed of. By younger I mean 2 months ago. I wish everyone I knew didn't know me. I'm becoming quite successful at developing agoraphobic tendencies, and even more successful at sleep. I constantly want to punch something though my hands and arms can only respond by falling to ( Read more... )