Please don’t ever let me get like these people who come to the grocery store every.fucking.day.
I get that some are old, retired, out of work, etc. But really, GET A FUCKING HOBBY.
And don’t take your shitty life out on people who are working for a shitty paycheck. Fuck you.
I’m cheating. This is a personal blog from March. But what the hell.
So there was this guy i met online and gave him a chance. i talked to him twice. he was so boring and lame i couldnt stand it and any other time he immed me i’d never answer or just tell him i was busy. About two months after I had NOT spoken to him, he randomly immed me:
Me: Hi
Dumb Guy: how’re you
Me: Ok
Me: U?
Dumb Guy: not bad just a bit wet
Me: Did u pee ur pants?
Dumb Guy: no
Dumb Guy: its raining
Dumb Guy: and i did not know
Dumb Guy: thus i ran to class with no protection from the rain
Me: Ah
Dumb Guy: whats new
Me: Nothing really
Dumb Guy: when do you want to hang out
Me: why do u want to hang out?
Me: We never even talk
Dumb Guy: you seem cool from the times we have
Me: We never say anything other than what’s up
Me: And you don’t even live near me
Dumb Guy: ….i will soonish
Me: U will what
Dumb Guy: live near you
Me: Ok cool
Dumb Guy: so i dont see why not?
Me: Cause I have enough friends and I work allthe time
Me: Its hard enough to find time for them
Dumb Guy: hm i’m pretty flexible
Me: I really don’t have time
Me: I have 2 jobs and a lot of friends
Dumb Guy: ..well i’d not mind hanging out with you and friends
Me: Why are you so insistent
Me: I was trying to be nice
Dumb Guy: i guess your not interested
GOSH, DO YOU THINK???
So far, to my knowledge, I have worked with 3 people that have their own names tattooed on them.
…… sigh.
Sean: I love you. So how about it? Wanna get married on halloween?
So alkaline trio is one of my all-time favorite bands and I always wear their tshirts.
Im sitting outside on break and this tall skinny black girl stopped walking, pointed at me, and said, “oh, um. By the way I like your shirt.”
Then she smiled and walked away.
This blog is 100% irrelevant.
I have a lot of stories about my neighbor. She is a fat cunt. Let’s start with the most recent and work backwards later.
So this cunt and her 6 children from different fathers has lived next to me for maybe 5 years now. Give or take.
Our houses are connected, so when her children play in the yard, we have to hear and see them through our fence.
It was obvious that Ms. Cunt dislikes dogs from the minute she moved in. She acted scared and retarded when my dog was in MY yard. Her children used to literally stop what they were doing and literally STARE with open mouths at my poor dog. When my dog took a shit in MY yard, they would yell to each other about “doodie” etc.
Basically, the entire family has the mental capacity of of the undissolved sugar at the bottom of your coffee.
So last year the oldest girl’s father bought her a tiny, yappy dog for her birthday. She used to walk it up and down the street, letting it shit, and never once picking it up. I always have to step over it on my way to work.
Recently, I’ve noticed there is less shit to step over on the sidewalk.
Would you like to know why?
Well, very simply, Ms. Cunt has been letting the dog shit in her yard.
How do they pick the shit up?
WITH TOILET PAPER!
WHERE DO THEY PLACE THE SHIT??
IN.
MY.
FUCKING.
YARD.
IN MY GODDAMN YARD.
THAT MOTHERFUCKING FAT MESS TOSSES HER DOG SHIT IN MY YARD SO WHEN WE CLEAN MY DOGS SHIT, WE CLEAN HERS AS WELL.
I can understand racism at moments like these.
I would like to really cut her weave off and shove it in her asshole with a pooper scooper.
I am very angry.
It’s 6am and im waiting for a bus.
A guy in a fancy new car actually slowed down on the road, nearly came to a complete stop, and just stared at me while he did so.
There’s no other cars around, no street signs…..he slowed down just to fucking stare at me.
What the hell!
Sean left work at the same time as me, and I didn’t notice. I was sitting at the bus stop and he came out of nowhere to say this to me, then walk away.
“You know you’re very beautiful, right? And I don’t just say it to be saying it. Aight, I was just coming to say hi. And bye.”
This picture was sent to me by Jnizzle.
If you have something to contribute, just leave it in a comment and I won’t approve it but ill turn it into a blog. Or leave an email address to contact you with.
sex·y (sěk’sē)
adj. sex·i·er, sex·i·est
sex’i·ly adv., sex’i·ness n.
…. Just in case you were confused.
I wrote this in March, in a personal blog, but it’s been revised and is now available for your viewing pleasure.
Im always nice. I try to be nice at work even when id rather cut the customer’s face off with a serrated knife.
So im the only one on the counter for the moment, and this guy comes up and says, “give me half a pound of boar’s head ham.” He’s tall, with glasses and curly black hair and a red and blue jacket. I say, “we don’t carry boars head, but I have hormel on sale if you want to try that.” He replies with a ”yea fine whatever,” and looks like the usual customer with an attitude.
Usually we offer a slice to the customer, so I was going to give him a slice to taste anyway, but he blurts out “can I have a slab of that!?” so I was like “of course” and gave him a piece of ham. There was nothing unusual about that.
Now, is when he turns into some weirdo.
He gets all loud and obnoxious, like one of those cheesy, dorky, next door neighbors you’d find in a cheap comedy show. So picture that as you read the rest, as im in my nice but sarcastic polite voice.
Creep: You know the way into a mans heart is through his stomach…
Me: Yup, that’s why I work in the deli. (said in an uninterested pleaseshutupidiot tone)
The Creep starts laughing obnoxiously, and prattling on and on. Then he gets bolder and starts telling me I’m cute. He keeps saying ”your husband.”
Specifically: “Tell your husband I said you’re cute. No, wait *hahaha* DONT tell your husband!”
After about the 7th time he’s called me cute and told me how I’m doing such a good job and my husband must love me etc, I said something about how he sounds like he’s just trying to find out if i’m married.
Creep: “Yea, yea i am, cause if you said you weren’t married I’d wonder why a beautiful young woman like yourself isn’t married!”
Me: “Well maybe i like girls!” (somehow I always hope playing the lesbian card will discourage a man. I always regret it.)
Creep: Says that’s okay with him, he’s not homophobic, he’s not gay, it’s just not his thing, etc.
So that kept him busy for a while so I could try and finish his order fast and get rid of him… but then he still kept saying i was cute!!!!
He even started using my “name” in the conversation… My manager loves me, so she made me a fake nametag when i asked her to last year. So officially, I’m Rebecca. The creepy guy kept saying my name, and then goes “Rebecca, Becky. Can I call you Becky??” UGH.
Anyway, by the time he left, he’d gotten creepier.
# 1 – when he was about to leave, he said, “IT’S OKAY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN, CAUSE WE CAN STILL DO ‘STUFF’. “
and then,
#2 - the last thing he did, was MOUTH THE WORDS “I LOVE YOU.” to me.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
So my manager had come back by then and even she told me he was definitely creepy and the next day was even telling some customers, “do you know what happened to this poor girl on saturday??”
Then, I was slicing meat for the next customer and i looked up, to ask THAT PARTICULAR customer something, and i see the creepy guy walking past in the background, WATCHING ME. He saw me see him, so he came over, just to say “See? you miss me! that’s because nobody else talks to you, so you miss me!” I was just like, “Yea…. okkkkkayy.”
I went back to working a minute later, glanced up, and i see creepy guy walking by in the back AGAIN. Once again, he was WATCHING ME AS HE WALKED BY. This happened at least two more times after that. And i mean, i understand that you’re in a store shopping and you need to go to different areas for different things. But never once did i see him with a cart or a basket. I just saw him walking from the left area of the deli, past it to the right area, nothing in his hands, no carts, just walking and looking at me every time.
It was way too early for lunch, but i said to my manager “GEEEEEE i think i’d better go to lunch right now. this minute.” She told me i could if i wanted, but i was safer there, in the deli behind the counter. so i stayed…. feeling really dirty and gross. She told me to wash my hands in the disinfectent lol
I was then helping another customer, this tan, tall, very muscled man who was chatting with my manager. She told him about this creepy guy and told him if the guy came back, he had to pretend to be my boyfriend. He said he would. When he left, he said “Okay i’m going to walk around the store.” I actually begged him to not go far. About ten minutes later, i no longer saw the creepy guy, but this tan guy walked by and asked the manager if we were still okay. I can’t even explain how sweet that was. In that moment it seemed really nice anyway.
Unless you’re a woman, it’s almost impossible to really understand this. There’s just something in a way a strange man can say something or look at you, even if he honestly just says “good morning.” Just the way he does it could give you that awful warning feeling in your stomach that makes you just want to run away. And then when a stranger really does say things that are creepy and dirty, that’s even worse. There’s just this awful feeling….. dirty, disgusting, frightened… even if you’re perfectly safe at the moment. The only thing I do is just be friendly. I just placate everyone. To me it’s safest that way. They have no excuse to be like oh well you just yelled at me and told me to go fuck myself and stop talking to you that way, so i’m gonna murder you.
I don’t even know how to explain myself. I just really hate men sometimes.
More Examples:
I was 15 and taking a cab home with my friend, and i had that warning feeling in my stomach. I begged my friend to let me get dropped off first but he refused and as soon as he got out, the Mexican driver he kept asking me creepy things. He even asked me if i wanted to be “a girl” in his new mexican resturaunt. He gave me his phone number, he wouldn’t unlock the doors for me to get out, he wouldnt let go of my hand when i paid him.
At a bus stop in Febuary this random Spanish guy started talking to me and saying things about the weather. I was polite and agreed that Yes, It’s Cold. He then introduced himself, literally made me shake his hand, and proceeded to tell me that he sees me everyday on the bus. He named the bus I ride to work everyday, told me I look so tired all of the time, and declared that my husband should pick me up and drive me to work everyday. Random Spanish Guy then announced if only he had a car, he would pick me up everyday. I don’t think men understand there are boundaries with strangers. Polite small talk is one thing, and announcing your stalker habits is a completely different thing.
Anyway, men are really gross sometimes. It’s like honestly, WHAT THE HELL goes through their heads, that they think shit like this is cute?
