Someone Should Come Clean My Room

I suppose I forgot to tell you all that my broke ass does not have a cell phone anymore. I'm working on getting a new one. However, paying for Midnight, school, and credit card debts does take precedence. I do feel naked without my phone. :(

Many of you were interested in knowing exactly what my rude ass little cousin said the other night. I would love to sell him out right here, but that would be wrong. I would, however, sell him out on a one on one basis. Just give me a call and....oh yeah....I don't have a cell phone. Smoke signals....send smoke signals.

I bet you all have certain family members that you'd just like to punch in the jugular everytime they open their mouths. Please, do tell me about them, so we can consider forming some sort of alliance that facilitates marginalizing pain in the ass family members. There is strength in numbers, people!

Sandy and I went to lunch at Mother's Day restaurant today. We both ordered the Monte Cristo deluxe meal. Neither of us liked the dish, but I managed to cram one half of the sandwich into my mouth. Sandy took one bite and hated it. She was hesitant to return it, but I was like "We are not paying for something that you did not like or eat. Get something else." I thought to myself that it would be O.K. to do that since she did not eat all the meat and say she did not like it like certain guests do at the O.G. When I told the waitress that she did not like the food, she takes the dish away, comes back, and goes "Do you want this taken off your bill? 'Cause I talked to them about it (I'm guessing "them" = her managers) and they said it's not our fault 'cause that's how we make it." Technically, she was right and so were the "them." Nonetheless, having worked in the restaurant industry for three years, I find that I seldom encounter establishments (especially chain establishments) that don't practice the "the customer is always right" mantra. Privately owned restaurants most times don't give a shit if you don't come back for some reason. Those are the places that don't think twice about kicking you out if you're acting a-fool. Chain restaurants have made brats out of people, though. We got Sandy's dish taken off the bill.

We were very polite about returning the food, and of course, we felt bad. But she seriously did not like it. She disliked it so much that all she ordered after that was two pieces of toast. She said the food had grossed her out. Secretly, I was grossed out by the food too. I just tried to tough it out. I was full on soup and fries anyway. So, the moral of the story is: The "them" at Mother's Day won't take the blame for their food sucking, so don't order the Monte Cristo there. You want a killer Monte Cristo sammich, take your ass to BENNINGANS!!! The "Them" and the cooks there know how to make a mean Monte Cristo!!!

QOTD
"You're cold?! You loser!! Get fat! Then maybe you won't be so cold!"
-Marybeth- (we finally got the a.c. fixed at the o.g. yep...at summer's end)

"I don't know how she sits up in this chair. I'm hurtin'!! My thighs too big!"
-Receptionist at Loyola Medical Center complaining to us abt her badonk-a-donk-

"I knew she wasn't your daughter...ho."
-MC-

"I'm not supposed to be Mexican anymore! I gave that up a while ago!"
-Randy-

"It always makes me laugh! The fat girls at work are forever sweating!"
-Randy-