Ass-Hattery

Okay, so I know I'm a good worker and all...but there are other people at the store. I don't know why I have to work eleven hours straight. I'm fucking tiiired. I know this isn't a great complaint cause management goes through...a shit-ton more hours than I do. BUT!! when you stay over for the manager who does 'end of day' early so he can go on time...it gets old. And maybe, just maybe, I want to sleep so I can come back the next day refreshed and ready for the bullshit.
I almost murdered a child today. We had a small rush, so I was bringing out things for Julie and John while they made food. This wormy, white trash little fuck tells me that I 'need to get back to work.' my words to this child? "You think I'm NOT working?" his reply? "I could be back there working!" I saw red. Almost jumped over the counter. Instead of bashing his smart ass head in, I decide to walk away. I already hate kids. Don't tell me what YOU can do, you smug damn 9 year old. I will kill a child!! I will put my foot in your face, damnit!
Omgah, I saw the second manliest thing at sheetz ever. So John is asked (forced) to clock back in to clean the mens room cause the toilet overflowed. wonderful. so he's pissed...So I go back with him to help and to let him leave earlier cause..I'm awesome like that. yeah. anyways. so the door is pushed in past the lock bar...which means it's jammed. So I squeeze through the door/wall and try to push it back out. Doesn't work. John squeezes through and just fuckin kicks the door. Omgah! I was so fuckin impressed. Like, I didn't even think to kick the door. It was Ahmazing. just BAM! door fixed. ...This isn't coming across as awesome and manly as it really was, but it blew my miiind! BAM!! haha.
First manliest thing? I was trying to open a fucking bag-in-box, and because I'm a woman, I couldn't. He just kinda motioned for me to move and punched it. liiiike one punch, the thing's open. fucking awesome. I love when men are all manly. okay, you know those old magazines where they would show a guy who looked like he just chopped wood, all sweaty and rugged and manly? And you look at him like, yes...that is hot and manly. Like these two actions taken by these two guys were equivalent to them chopping wood like a manly man, 'cept these things took me by surprise so I was all omgah!
...anywho...that was my night...

I miss you

I had a dream about you.
You did I what I wished you would do,
And said what I wish you would say.

I was happy.

Then I woke up,
Realized your arms around me
Were really blankets cocooning me.
And your words of adoration,
Were coming from the radio.
So I tried to fall back asleep.
I tried to find you again.
But it didn’t work.
So I laid there,
Just thinking about you
Again.

A Princess’ Tale

Ariel swam to the surface
To find the love of her life.
He turned out to be a fisherman.
She’ll be sold out for dinner for $1.99/lb.

Snow White ate her apple,
And laid down for a long nap.
Waiting for her prince, who forgot about her
Cause he was in the hourly hotel on 6th street.

Rapunzel let her hair down,
Allowing her love to climb up
And keep her prisoner of his fists.
She pushed him out the window,
And faces life in a cell.

Jasmine took his hand for a magical ride
On a carpet for two,
But he forced her into love.
Now she sits in her room all alone,
In a corner with her razor and self loath.

Cinderella went to the ball on her own,
To see the prince of her dreams.
But she stood by the wall,
Watching her prince dance with the others
Till she went home to sleep by the fire place.

(I know this is a weird poem, buuut...I thought it was funny.)

I need to stop reading and play more video games

I've decided to make a real post due to the fact that...This morning has been quite a morning. So I wake up at 3:30 due to a nightmare about zombies trying to eat Gabriel (my brother) and myself. I really need to stop reading zombie books. So I lay in bed till close to four, listening for the impending moan from my undead assailants...because I'm still too tired to use common sense and too freaked out to fall back asleep.
That's when I hear the noises.

It sounds like thumping and scratching on the outside of the house. I tell myself it's just the cats...because that's logical, right? ...So I creep down the hallway with the only weapon I can find in my room, a pen. How wonderfully Cait, I know. (Eye roll) Anyways, I creep down the hall to find both cats passed out on the couch. No one in the house awake besides me, and, from what I can see, nothing outside.

By this time, I'm completely awake, so I opt for a shower and then some Invader Zim before work. Upon my exit from the shower, Cheese is frantically running from the living room to the entrance, looking out the windows. Annnnd I'm in game mode again. Cause I rock. I look outside to find the one responsible for all this trouble. God damnit.

Annnd the raccoons are back. awesome.

Fractions

We stand outside in the night air,
The three of us.
Two inhaling sweet smoke into our lungs.
Two feeling hurt and confused.
Two just trying to solve a problem.
In each equivalent, one oblivious.

How did I mistrust one?
How did I not meet one sooner?
The yellow night lamp matches the moon.

We stand together,
Like three stars in the same galaxy.
Close enough to know,
Far enough to not understand.
And I can't stop thinking about him,

Wondering where I messed up.
Was it when I held his hand?
Was I too girly?
Or was I too myself?
They laugh,
And I forget to laugh with them,
Like I'm not zoned out.
I smile.
I’m still here with them.

Was it when I sat so close to him?
I could use another drink.
So we go inside.
The three of us.
Two having a bud.
Two feeling defeated.
Two trying to find a solution.
In each equivalent, one oblivious.

get your umbrellaaa!!

yaaay emo

From Under the Street Lamp

His eyes find mine,
And I have nowhere to hide.
I’m stuck, sitting in a corner,
As he interrogates my existence here.
I’m like a moth stuck in his spider’s web.
My stomach is turning,
And I’m questioning why I’m here
in the back of my head.
My wings flutter frantically,
As eight legs move his fangs closer.
I stutter out words,
Unsure of the effect they have on my listener.
Isn’t there a hole I can crawl in?
Fangs sink into my flesh,
Sucking out emotion until I’m a vacant corpse
Just hanging in the spider’s web.