"TREMENDOUS!"
A big ol FU*K YOU and damnation to hell goes out to the animals that mugged my love. May you get killer lice, I hope you NEVER have children (what a shame that would be) and I hope you die a slow painful death.
Last day at the wreck known as the Olive Garden was on Saturday. Oh Olive Garden- the place where cheap trash bring their friends, families, and lovers and think they're taking them someplace nice. I will miss most of the people that worked with me though. They got me a little card and they wrote sweet messages in it. God bless them for subjecting themselves to such hell. Lord knows I did it for 3.5 years.
Friday night at work, I got hit on by a guy at one of my tables. It was a funny thing, really. He nervously asked me (while his mother stood 4 ft away) if he could give me a call sometime. I politely rejected the request. I think there is an air of confidence that people have when they're in a relationship that just gleams; in contrast (I'm speaking for myself) I've noticed that when you actually want a relationship but can't get a decent one to save baby monkeys, your confidence is not so vibrant and it shows. This can also be the case when you're messed up from a bad relationship or a relationship that ended bad. Confidence levels plummet. And I don't know anyone that likes to be with an insecure, indecisive assclown boy/girlfriend. Lucky for me, Edgar is not insecure, indecisive, OR an assclown.
Also, lucky for me that the man can cook. He made me a beautiful breakfast of cinammon pancakes, toast, and these rockstar eggs with onions, tomatos, and green peppers!
My mother's birthday was a good time. We went to the hood to a restaurant called Mi Tierra. Being in the hood only makes me so happy that my mother took us outta there.
Read below to see the wonderful idiosyncracies of Father Costigan. I want to be like him! He's the Toby Dye of this semester. Toby Dye was hands down my favorite prof. at Loyola just cause he wore tye dye shirts and swore in class when the computers froze up. At any rate, I think I'm gonna start saying "tremendous" when I like something- just cause Father C. sounds so cool saying it.
QOTD
"Pa-ra-meee-cium? Must be some kind of virus."
-Father Costigan- (after reading a sticker on Ian's notebook. no biology for theology majors back in 1893, huh, Father?)
"I need to learn how to stop holding hands cause in a couple of years, I'm gonna be allowed to walk home from school by myself."
-Alexis- (on hand holding while crossing the street)
"Thanks for fanning the flames of hatred."
-Juan- (after hearing about Edgar's mugging)
"You always stump my creativity!"
-Lilly-
"I'll stab a nig*er tomorrow for Edgar.....I better stab four, just in case."
-Juan-
"That's just exaggeration! You're just like George Bush- you know, with the hating black people and everything."
-Lilly-
Last day at the wreck known as the Olive Garden was on Saturday. Oh Olive Garden- the place where cheap trash bring their friends, families, and lovers and think they're taking them someplace nice. I will miss most of the people that worked with me though. They got me a little card and they wrote sweet messages in it. God bless them for subjecting themselves to such hell. Lord knows I did it for 3.5 years.
Friday night at work, I got hit on by a guy at one of my tables. It was a funny thing, really. He nervously asked me (while his mother stood 4 ft away) if he could give me a call sometime. I politely rejected the request. I think there is an air of confidence that people have when they're in a relationship that just gleams; in contrast (I'm speaking for myself) I've noticed that when you actually want a relationship but can't get a decent one to save baby monkeys, your confidence is not so vibrant and it shows. This can also be the case when you're messed up from a bad relationship or a relationship that ended bad. Confidence levels plummet. And I don't know anyone that likes to be with an insecure, indecisive assclown boy/girlfriend. Lucky for me, Edgar is not insecure, indecisive, OR an assclown.
Also, lucky for me that the man can cook. He made me a beautiful breakfast of cinammon pancakes, toast, and these rockstar eggs with onions, tomatos, and green peppers!
My mother's birthday was a good time. We went to the hood to a restaurant called Mi Tierra. Being in the hood only makes me so happy that my mother took us outta there.
Read below to see the wonderful idiosyncracies of Father Costigan. I want to be like him! He's the Toby Dye of this semester. Toby Dye was hands down my favorite prof. at Loyola just cause he wore tye dye shirts and swore in class when the computers froze up. At any rate, I think I'm gonna start saying "tremendous" when I like something- just cause Father C. sounds so cool saying it.
QOTD
"Pa-ra-meee-cium? Must be some kind of virus."
-Father Costigan- (after reading a sticker on Ian's notebook. no biology for theology majors back in 1893, huh, Father?)
"I need to learn how to stop holding hands cause in a couple of years, I'm gonna be allowed to walk home from school by myself."
-Alexis- (on hand holding while crossing the street)
"Thanks for fanning the flames of hatred."
-Juan- (after hearing about Edgar's mugging)
"You always stump my creativity!"
-Lilly-
"I'll stab a nig*er tomorrow for Edgar.....I better stab four, just in case."
-Juan-
"That's just exaggeration! You're just like George Bush- you know, with the hating black people and everything."
-Lilly-
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 11:26 PM
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