August 2004 Archives

Hi *waves*. Let me ask you guys a question. If you see a big yellow cone that says "caution, do not enter" painted in big red letters at the entrance of a super market isle, and a store clerk mopping behind said cone, do you go around that cone to slip and fall on your ass, or do you mind the sign that says "CAUTION. DO NOT FUCKING ENTER" and go about your merry way?

Umm, yeah, that's what I thought, but apparently some customers are born stupid and decided to go around the cone and fall their ass anyway.

I asked the dude if he was okay and if he wanted to talk to a manager, but her said maybe he was okay and no he didn't want to talk to a manager. I was so fucking pissed. If he tries to sue, we'll just have to bust out the video tape, as Vons has cameras everywhere but up the crack of your ass.

People suck.

Anyway, that's all for now. I need to seriously chill. I just got off work and I want to do is go and kill someone. That is not good.

Peace and Love.

Hi *waves*. As you can see, new layout. I know, I know. How long have I dragged my ass on this one? I've lost count, but at least I got this shit up. The way I've been feeling of late, I haven't wanted to do shit concerning the web. I literally forced myself to get this shit done. Fuck! Ya'll should be grateful!

Umm, okay, maybe I went a little overboard with that. It's the stress talking. Did I mention I hate my job?

Anyway, I gotta go put my work clothes in the wash. I have to go to work tomorrow. God I hate my job... oh yeah, I already mentioned that.

One more thing... Why am I in love with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy in the BBC version of "The Pride and The Prejudice"? I love that mini-series and Colin is just sexy. I'm so getting that on DVD.

Peace and Love.

Hi *waves*. I swear, I must be one of the laziest people alive. I just don't have any energy to change this layout. I've designed the new layout and I like it, but the thought of splitting up the image and coding the damned thing just makes me want to kill myself. What am I going to do?

Just writing this has made me tired. I'm getting in bed and watching cartoons until I fall asleep. I have to go to work tomorrow. Did I mention I hate my fucking job? Well, I do.

Peace and Love.

I am now 24 years old. Happy fucking birthday to me. And yes, Jackie, my wishlist is updated.

Hi *waves*. Have to go to work in a few so just a quick blog. New layout up at BIB. I'm really feeling that one. It's the only one I've really liked out of all the layouts for that site.

Also, plan on working on a new layout tonight. I've decided to go in a totally different direction. Should be interesting. I want to have it up by this weekend. I took the whole weekend off for my b-day and have tomorrow off too, so I should have plenty of time to work... that is, if I don't goof it all off in bed... which is very possible :(.

Alright, gotta go. Peace and Love.

Hi *waves*. I got suckered into working an extra 4 hours at work today. I had just gotten off work and was in the checkstand buying grapes when my manager walks up and is like "So, what time did you get in today, Tiff?" And like a dumb ass I told the truth, "Umm, 11." "So, you just worked 4 hours today, huh?". "Umm, yeah." "How'd you like to to pick up some hours and work in the service deli today? One of the clerks called in sick." At this point I'm thinking fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I should have stayed my stupid ass outside. I don't really need these fucking grapes. "Umm, okay." I say.

I'm such a fucking sucker. They fucking know that if they get me at work I'll do whatever they want. Good luck trying to get me to come in from home, but work is easy. So I stayed and worked in the service deli until 8 tonight. And no, he who shall remain nameless was not there. He went home at three, which I was thankful for.

On a happy note. I bought a new black purse at Sears today. It's super cute and it was 30% off, so I was extra super happy. Besides, I'd been planning to buy a purse for a few weeks. I just lucked out walking into that sale at Sears. Fun stuff.

I've found a shit load of new super HQ Britney pics a couple of days ago, so I'll probably do a new layout with that. Although Brit is getting on my fucking nerves right now with her gold-digging husband-to-be who left his baby's mama high and dry and 6 months pregnant. What a fuck-up, but whatever. That girl is having a mental break-down or something. Justin really fucked her up.

See you peeps later. Peace and love.

Hi *waves*. In less than 14 days I will be 24 years old. Please put me in a warm bath and cut at an angle. Thank you in advance as I won't be able to thank you on account of my being dead. Peace and Love.