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December 14th, 2008 (04:50 pm)

Okay, fiiiiine, I'll start updating again. *huff* Maybe even regularly, if everyone's nice. =3

Umm... woke up late today. So they let me stay late, because they were down a person anyway.

In the morning, I worked in drive-thru, then I worked in the kitchen during lunch. We had conversations about ethics as they relate to beautiful women. XD OMG a CUSTOMER picked on me today! A goddamn CUSTOMER! He was one of our seniors (McDonald's gets an absurd amount of old people, ordinarily in the morning... my guess is they're looking for companionship). Dan, one of the guys I work with who is one of my favorite people there, sayid something to the senior about me being a troublemaker, so I got all indignant and went on my usual "I'm an angel!" spiel, and this customer goes, "Yeah, an angel from Hell, maybe." I look at him and ask, "WHAT'D I DO TO YOU? You don't even KNOW me! EVERYONE always says that about me, they've been saying it for years!" I was laughing, though, I wasn't actually flipping out at a customer. XD


We got one of those people at work today that make a huge-ass order, then realize they forgot their money as we're halfway through making everything. --" Ugh.

Erin let me wear my Santa hat today! I bought it for $1 at Christmas Tree Shops. Yep. $1. (Why yes, it WAS made in China. How'd you know?)

Erin's my boss btw... she rocks. She's my faaaaaavorite.

OH and Dan was checking out one of our 14-year-olds today at work, which isn't QUITE as creepy as it sounds because he's only 17 himself, but still. Wtf.

Dan's dad told me to shut up this morning. XD He was talking about picking up Portuguese from working with the Brazilians, and gave a couple of examples of some of the more minor things you can pick up... one of them being "bon dia," or "good day." You know, like a hello thing, like buenos dias or even bonjour. But in Brazilian it's pronounced closer to "bon GIA," so I started to tell him that... and he told me to shut up. ;_;

so now, have some perty literature.

The past and present wilt - I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
~an exerpt from "Song of Myself," by Walt Whitman


Posted by: galleon_lore (galleon_lore)
Posted at: December 14th, 2008 11:59 pm (UTC)

14 year olds are hot.
So are christmas hats.

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