This week has been a drain. Its hasn't been busy like during the holidays, but the phone calls I have comming have just taken a toll on me and I really need these next 3 days to recover my sanity. Its like I've discovered some new Lovecraftian horror with a million hands making a million stupid phone calls at once, driving people insane over the phone. Here are some of the best ones:

Me: "Ma'am, could I please have a phone number that we can reach the recipient of this arrangement, in case we need to?"
Dumb Bitch: "(number given), now that sounds like a work number to me, I don't have their home number"
Me: "Could....you repeat that just one more time?"
Dumb Bitch: "(repeats number)"
Me: Ma'am, that's the number for this store"

Whine Spawn: "Do you deliver to St. Cloud?"
Me: "No ma'am, currently there is no store that delivers there, unfortunately"
Whine Spawn: "Oh, well can I place an order to be picked up?"
Me: "Absolutely. That's always an option"
Whine Spawn: "Ok, here's what I'm thinking, can you make an arrangement tomorrow, then call her (the recipient) up, and tell her she has an awesome surprise waiting for her that she has to come pick up?"
Me ".....uh...."
(Discussion with boss about bullshit request)
Me: "Ok, we can do that, but since this is a rather special request, I should point out that if we do this, call them, and they don't want to drive all the way into Orlando to pick this arrangement up, then I can't refund your money"
Whine Spawn: "But....I didn't think it was that special a request, since you can't delivery to St. Cloud, I figure you could do this to make it up to me.
Me: "Well..."
Whine Spawn: "St Cloud is only 25 minutes away from you"
Me: "Yes, in good traffic its 25 minutes away from me, which means my driver would have to take 50 minutes out of his time driving back and forth to deliver a single arrangement on a day he already has 14 to deliver so far. And since we try to get all our arrangements out in a 6 hour time span, he really can't spend a whole hour doing one delivery"
Whine Spawn: "Well I'm going to call your other store on Orange Blossom Trail and ask THEM to do it"
Me: "Ok, but they're closed by now, it being after 5 and all *click*"

Middle Aged Whore: "Hi, I need the cheapest arrangement you can get"
Me "Oh, ok, well we do have arrangements starting from 35-40 dollars"
Middle Aged Whore: "Ok, and I have a question. I'm getting this for my friend's birthday. On my birthday last  year I got a stripper pole and stripped for my husband. Do you guys something like a small stripper pole that you could put into the arrangement for my friend. Because its her birthday. So she has to strip for her husband."
Me: "Uh....no. No, we actually don't have any miniature stripping poles. Fresh out."
Middle Aged Whore: "Oh....oh well then"

Crazy Nancy: "Hi, do you deliver to the Amway Arena?"
Me: "Yes we do, ma'am"
Crazy Nancy: "Ok, well I have sort of an odd request"
Me, with distinct feeling of dread: "Ok....?"
Crazy Nancy: "My daughter is at the Amway Arena trying out for American Idol. She's been texting me all day how long the wait in line is and how boring its been. So can you guys take one to the Amway Areana and deliver it to her while she's waiting in line?"
Me: "You mean you want my driver to navigate the traffic surrounding an American Idol event and then wade through a sea of high pitched girls trying to find a single one high pitched girl, and then ask her to hold the arrangement with her while she waits in line for god knows how long and eventually wind up pissed that this fruit basket she has is starting to smell because she has no where to refridgerate it? (PARAPHRASING)"
Crazy Nancy: "Yes"
Me ".....No *click*"

My brain needs some serious repairs. I'm not asking for much guys, just that you stupid assholes THINK >:(

~Kit

Current Mood: drained

AH GOD back to work again today. Not really looking foreward to it, but hopefully this week won't be as bad as last. People kept ordering things really lte in the day and then demanding orders be delivered within the hour. Apperantly I work for Pizza Hut now. Whats worse are the people who think I work for McDonalds, comming into the store and then being all pissed off that they have to wait 20 minutes for something to be cut, arranged, and packaged. So hopefully I won't be scrambling at the end of the day to get things done and end up getting out extra late. I don't really have a problem with having to stay a bit later at work, except my boss has a stick up his butt about me having to stay later in order to get things done. Of course, if I left on time and left shit not done, that would clearly not be good, either. If I have time to get things cleaned up a bit earlier in the day, it definatly helps, but we stop taking orders for delivery at  4 and close up at 5, so if someone wants something in the late afternoon, I end up shafted.

I'm going to try doing something new this week. Since I want to take writing a little more seriously, I'm going to start on Monday by picking a subject, and trying to complete a short story each week, drafted, then refined, by Sunday. Since the biggest problem I have is actually finishing something, and I really can't get much better if I never finish anything. I'll post them here when they're done.

On another note, we went to the 4th of July celebration at Cocoa Beach. Let me tell you something about a guy named 8-ball. Not so much a man as he is a force of nature. 8-Ball takes the form of a loud confident black man who gives you very very bad advice. Our first encounter with 8-Ball was back in New York when we were first moving down to florida. Our car kept overheating due to a cracked radiator. Since we were all huge dorks and weren't sure at the time what was the problem, we were looking at the car in a gas station parking lot. All of a sudden, a black man slid on up to us, clapping his hands together, as if he has been watching us the whole time, and started talking "HEY MAN WATCHO PROBWEM U HEAT UP TOO MUCH OOOOH KAY WATCHO DO IS U TURN UP DA AY CEE AND IT COOLS UR CAR U BE AWIGHT U BE AWIGHT"
Of course, now we know what a bad idea that is, and our car of course overheated and shut down after exatly 10 seconds on i-95.

8-Ball made another apperance to us last night when we were wondering where exactly on Cocoa beach we should set up for the fireworks show. We saw the pier in the distance and contemplated moving closer, since we knew thats where the main park would be. Well, a buggy was going bye, "Beach Patrol" on the side, so we flagged the man down and asked him if this would be a good spot for the show. "HEY MAN, BASICALLY IF YOU GOT SAND UNDER YOU, YOU'VE GOTTA GOOD SEAT MAN! THEY GONNA SHOOT FIREWORKS OVER THERE OFF THE COAST WHERE THAT BOAT IS HAHA!" Well that sounded like good news. Except those were NOT the fireworks barges. They were in fact beyond the pier from where we were setting. So here we are, two really awesome fireworks going on either to the north or south of us along the coast, and we're just far enough for either of them for them to be fun to watch. The concussion bombs sounded like someone passing gas.

So the fireworks show was sort of a bust, but the beach itself was fun, once the fatty family with the crying baby left. The beach police confiscated their fireworks and they got pissed and left. Even left their small grill behind with the food still cooking on it. Another group of people close by us were smart enough to hide their fireworks while the beach patrol was in the area, so at least we got some fireworks. I also liked how a bunch of people fired about 50 flares into the air at the same time, lit up the sky over the water. A pretty mediocre trip, all in all, but it could have been worse. Could have been stuck with my boss at Disney passing out pineapples

~Kit

Current Mood: sleepy

Last night, Luddy, Rave, and myself went on a magical mystery tour around orlando, and somehow ended up in bumfuck nowhere, where no matter where you looked you couldn't help but see someone's fat biker ass drinking beers outside a bar that in all likely hood used to be a barn. Its been a while since we got out of the house and going somewhere new for the sake of going somewhere new, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. We ended up back on Colonial Drive in downtown Orlando in a small sushi bar overlooking the road. Since we had already eaten, we didn't try out their sushi, but I had a Boba drink, which taste like a fruit smoothie, plus a bit of milk to give it some froth and creamyness. All in all it was a good night, and we're going to have to go back there a bit later on when I'm actually in the mood for sushi.

I'm trying to get all these fucking bills payed off, but things have been rough this past month. I'm torn right now between being my normal miserly self, pinching every penny and trying to save what I can, and just throwing caution to the wind and actually enjoying myself some. Problem with the former option is with the situation I'm in, I could pinch pennies until the fucking sun implodes and I still doubt I'll pay off this debt. And even if I do, the reward ammounts to like an extra 150 dollars a month for YEARS of having to be a cheap bastard. So now I'm looking into alternatives, thinking about finding some work that pays a bit better. I'm also trying to write something I think is decent enough to maybe publish it in some writers journals or on the kindle for a buck a download or something. I like that idea because I've been in such a creative slump for almost a year now, and its really bumming me out.

The 4th is comming up and we're headed to Cocoa becah to check out the explosive, and they better be awesome. Following that, early august is our key west trip. This is something we've actually been looking foreward to for a long time, and the only concern now is that it lives up to the hype we've generated for it. I may have to do a bit of reasarch this month to make sure we can do the things we want to do, like go snorkeling and get some bad ass carribean food. I'm sure you can do it, I just want to have my shit ready ahead of time so I don't have to stumble around looking for good places to hang about.

I know I say this a lot, but I think I'm going to try and update this every day or two for a bit of writing practice, even if its just a bunch of bullshit that no one cares about, which I guess for live journal should be just about every post thats made, right? More stuff to come tomorrow

~Kit

The past week has been somewhat exhausting what with going up to Massachusetts, then having to work some extra hours for fathers day. Need the cash though, I'm fuckin' poor as all get out this month. Still, we managed to go to some nice chop house last night, the phin and I, thanks to a gift certificate we got from a coworker. While there, some folk musicians were playing a bunch of songs, I don't think one of them was from after 1980, which was wonderful. The guy even fielded my request for some Locomotive Breath, although his partner's flute scale had to be cut down quite a bit. It was an excelent evening in spite of the bullshit 95 degree heat index that made my balls stick to the inside of my leg down on I Drive, and I wish I could afford to do things like this more often. I like to lounge about the house, sure, but nothing says I can't be a lazy fuck somewhere with decent live entertainment. I think next time we'll go check out the BB King Blues Bar.

As a side note: this is the mascot for the place we went to last night, who's apparant design theme is low tide at the pier:




Thats right, a shirmp with a flamethrower for a head, motherfucker

~Kit

Current Mood: awake

Ah, another Monday. Time for me to wake up, spend a few hours at home planning out my week before I hop into the shower, have a nice lunch, and skip off to work, where I make an 8 dollar an hour salary so that I can pay my rent, buy food for the week, dig into this credit card debt that I have as a prerequisite of being American, and maybe if I'm lucky, have a little something afterwards to go blow on pot and hot wings. What a land we live in. Most people are like me with this routine. We go to work about the same time every day, plod around for between 6-8 hours (or occasionally 10-12), doing whatever the bossman wants us so that come Friday, we can carve a slice of his cash out of his side and slip it into our own wallets. Usually the work is degrading and you get 0 respect or recognition from the work you do aside from maybe your boss doesn't bitch at you as much as he normally does, but we all need to pay the bills, right? So we run through this vicious cycle while trying to get into a better position in life where we can maybe make MORE than 25 thousand a year and not have to worry so much about whether you get to eat or have a place to live this month, right?

WRONG FAGGOTS! According to a news article on yahoo, it never fucking ends! This article here: finance.yahoo.com/retirement/article/106934/Wealth-Less-Effect-Earning-Well-Feeling-Otherwise, it turns out when you make 250,000 dollars a year, things don't change! They don't change at all! You still struggle to pay your mortgage, can't afford a new car, and worry 7 days a week whether you'll have enough money! Are you people fucking kidding me? Luddy and I combined make about 25 grand a year, and somehow, we manage to squeak by without having to take goverment handouts, OR handouts from mommy. Sweet Jesus Christ, do you know what I could do if I pulled in that sort of income each year? With my current lifestyle, I could literally work for one year, then walk into my bosses office, stand over his desk, taking a shit on it, and then smash his face into the turd. And if he fires me, who gives a shit, I have enough money so that I don't have to work for TEN YEARS!

So now these people are complaining that this new tax plan that President David Palmer is reccomending is going to increase their income tax. They're whining because they're not wealthy, living in luxury, they're just good old fashion middle class americans who are well to do but still have to tighten their belt to get where they are. Well guess what, Captain Finance, if you make over 250,000 dollars a year, you're in the top 2% of the nation when it comes to income, so you can write your plight onto a post it note and stick it up on the caring wall beacuse I sure as hell don't give a shit. Are you working 2-3 jobs a week? Do you live in an inner city ghetto? Can you barely afford to feed your kids? If you answered no to these questions then fuck off, Mr. Monopoly. Yea, we get it, you're not super duper rich and you can't afford a bigger vacation home, boo hoo is you, guess you'll just have to stick with that crappy beach house condo with the jiggly door handle, poor you! I wanted to be closer to the beach, so you know what I did? I moved to fucking Florida!

The whole big claim here is that money is relative, so when you have a lot of money, you don't notice it as much. A person who makes 20 grand a year, will live inside their means, as will someone who makes 50 grand a year, or 150 grand a year, or 300 grand a year. Does that seem like magical math to anyone else but me? I know if you make 300 grand a year you're not going to fill a swimming pool with it and swim around, you're going to spend it on things, but is it really that hard to cut some things out? Property taxes are too fucking high, but we can't go to a smaller house or a different neighborhood, heavens no. If we admit that we have to scale back our lifestyle, the terrorists win. Here's an idea, genius, if money is relative, how about we chop your wages down and nationalize everyone's wage, so everyone makes the same ammount regardless of what they do. It doesn't matter that you as a doctor makes as much as the slack jawed buffon at the 7-11, because money is relative right? You'll FEEL like you're making just as much as you used to after 2-3 years.

Unless you want to live in a communist paradise, accept that as times get tight in this country, we're all making cuts. The people on the bottom only seem like they're cutting less because they never had much to cut out in the first place. Maybe you can be thankful that, if nothing else, you had a taste of a decent life before you had to start being responsible with your cash, and once the warm feeling from that thought wears off, then maybe you can be thankful you don't live in a fucking box or somewhere that you have to worry about being eaten by a bear before you wake up in the morning. And if all your money is still causing you problems after that, just give me a call, because I'll be glad to take it off your hands.

~Kit

Current Mood: tired

An article on CNN today reports that the CIA director under the later part of the Bush administration, Michael Hayden, is going on a tirade about certain documents that Obama made public that outlined certain torture tactics. Claiming that the release of these documents and the ban the hip new totally cool president is placing on is detrimental to national security, he's saying Obama is putting the country at a huge risk becuase CIA officers are supposed to do these things to gather super secret intelligence. Now I like watching 24 as much as the next guy, but I was always under the impression that torture was one of those things that politicians speak out against when they want to be sure that everyone is behind them. Like if Senator Fuckface from North Carolina is up for re-election, he gets up on the stand and goes "I don't care WHO'S toes I step on, I am against rape!", and tries to make himself look like he's standing in defiance of all those capitol hill rapists, taking a lax stance on sexual assault.

Has the issue of "is torture good or bad" really ever been a fucking question in politics? I know the last administration supported the use of torture and I'm pretty sure thats one of the big things that tarnished their image late into their final years. You know, that along side unapplogetic gay bashing, poor economic policy, miserable environmental laws, lying to and hiding from the public, and my personal favorite, warning people that science may be taught in science class. Now some people are saying that this is bad because it will breed more resentment towards us and make more terrorists, but its not a fucking question of whether torturing people will bread more terrorists, because the fact is that if terrorists want to hate america, they have plenty of fucking reasons and they will find one.

So what the problem is, right? I mean, they torture people, cut their heads off, put them on youtube (lawl), and basically perpetuate the sterotype that america views them through. So its good enough for them, ya? We should just go over to the middle east with a big cargo plane, herd Afgahnis and Saudis into it, and then show them how WE torture people over here by forcing them to watch and unending loop of reality tv and sitcom christmas episodes until they crack and tell us which cave Bin Laden keeps his rumpus room in. Oh, while waterboarding. Can't leave waterboarding out, thats like our favorite form of torture right?

The other day, a caller called up the Rush Limbaugh show up and slammed his stupid ass for supporting torture. After Rush sweat about a gallon of popcorn butter out of his armpits, he hung up on the guy and told him he was an idiot and not a republican at all, quoting that he was the reason Obama won the election, in spite of the fact the guy told him that he voted for McCain and served in the arms forces, and proceeded to call him stupid without really telling anyone why. And thats the problem right there, really. I know why people want to support torture, but no one wants to say it, because they still want America to have this image of the good clean cop. But you can't have it both ways, douchebags. If you want to shock a sand monkey's balls until they shrivel into raisins, or he tells you where he got his guns, whichever comes first, you can't pretend to be the leader for a civilized world. If thats what you really want this country to be, you're just as petty as the rest of the fanatics we're fighting, looking out for #1.

A person can't be so willing to sacrifice their ethics simply when its convenient for them, and neither can a country. Its amazing to thing that people here can't understand why other countries, our allies even, looked at us with disdain over the past few years when we just went through and picked which rules we were going to follow, while still imposing them on others. How about we just go ahead and start developing chemical weapons? We can gas the entire cave network in Tora Bora and watch the towelheads come crawling out like dying ants. That'll make America safe. Then we can ride in on blackhawk helicopters with flamethrowers followed by bombers, while all the F-22's blast "Rock You Like a Hurricane" over loudspeakers. It'll be like putting on an airshow for the entire Middle East!

The best part of it all was at the end of the article, the Ex director of the CIA was worried that if Obama keeps releasing more documents, then it would lead to investigations, and I think the fact that Michael Hayden is worred about investigations on what the CIA was doing for the past 8 years or so, that should be just enough cause to go ahead and do them.

~Kit

We checked out The Watchmen last night. Comic book enthusiants will be sorely dissapointed in what was left out I'm sure. I only read it about a week before we went to see the movie, and although there were some events revamped in a way that I think they were better as opposed to what happened in the comic, a lot of the social commentary, the "deep" stuff, has in fact been left out. For Director Whats-His-Face, a mature comic apperantly means tits and gore. The Nigras and the douchefags were thrilled, though. There was plenty of over the top scenes for them to guffah at. Oh sure, it LOOKED good, and I'm glad to see that the man who directed 300 learned that, during a fight scene, you don't have to speed up and slow down the tape at random, but the bottom line is if you liked the comic, you will hate this movie. I'm sure by tonight, thousands will be BAWWWWing.

while I'm on subject of Pop Culture, at work, I'm forced to listen to probably the worst thing that you can do to your ears via the local pop music station. The music itself is bad enough, but Ryan Seacrest hosts the afternoon show, and some local "lets be edgey but without any bad words" DJs host the morning show. Listening to the same 7 chart toppers over and over again really gives you an appreciation for what music should be. My boss argued with me a while back, when he tried to compare my old dead rocker music to his head bopping drum loops. I told him that my music would continue to be remembered for decades after the people who wrote it had died, whereas his shitfest would eventually die out once a shinier thing for the add ridded graphic that his music caters to is provided.

He laughed and told me that after 20 years, we'd still be listening to Britney Spears. God I sure as hell hope not, but it really seems like this bitch is going to be the next Modonna, just riding the wave of what pop music is at the time and eventually becoming a raving fucking lunatic with equally as crazy fans. The good news I guess is 20 years later, Modonna is a goddamned joke, and what respect she had back in the 80s has been traded in for a couple of photos of her at her craziest. So we can only hope the same happens to Ms. Spears. I think I might have to kill myself if I'm 50 and Britney Spears is a thin wrinkled bitch still doing award shows.

But think back to the 90s, when this brand of pop that we listen to today really started emerging. There were so many bands that just faded in and out of existance within a year or two, never to be heard from again. I hate to be this predictable, but I place the blame of this shit squarely on MTV, because those assholes know what sells and thats what they're in this game for. Not for music or art or culture, they're in it for cash. Hell, maybe being in it for cash is our culture. That aside, their presence is the sole reason the music you hear on the radio has been an overwhelming tidal wave of shit.

The Watchment movie was set out with the promises that it would be faithful to the comic book, and it did so on the surface only. Shots reconstructed from the pages of the book visually, but without the same feel that they were supposed to give. There were parts of the comic book where I truely felt moved for some of the characters, for their ordeal, for being unable to overcome what makes them week. I'm a softy when I read, really. But the movie just fell short of that. Following in suit with the rest of our culture, comprimises were made, and what was an opportunity to really bring something beautiful to the people was stripped of its soul. Just like the rest of our sterile culture that fears change, and seeks to be edgey only when no one's feelings are hurt, The Watchmen movie has been neutered, in spite of the fact you can see Dr. Manhattan's cock no less than 12 times during the course of the film.

"Never Comprimise, never surrender, even in the face of armegeddon." 
You said it, Rorshack.

~Kit

Current Mood: mellow

I haven't been around for the past week or two due to valentine's day. The horrendous scheme to insert a shopping holiday between Christmas and Easter is still going strong, apperantly, and I have an 11 day work week under my belt to prove it. Not only did I have to sacrifice my days off last week, but most of them were over 10 hours long, a few capping off at 13 or even 15 hours. To summerize the week for you, if you enjoy Valentine's day and think its not a total load of shit, have your friend hold your head in a 5 gallon bucked filled with water and don't have him let go until the last bubbles stop comming up.

Most of my past 2 weeks was spent either working or sleeping, trying to read this book I grabbed from Border's about Earth in its entirety. Borders has a few pictorals published by various companies in their science section that are amazing. I like to read and all, but the images that accompany them really add to the layout. It sorta feels like reading a high school text book, but the diagrams and bullet points that pepper the pages do their job well.

I've been concerned about the progress on the house we're supposed to be getting. Our bid was taken, but now this development has come up where at one point where thought it was going to cost us only 800 dollars a month or so for the mortgage, we're now being told its going to be more along the lines of 1200, which smacks of bullshit to me. Every mortgage calculator I've used bases us around 800-850 dollars, but since my roomie is the one in charge of this thing, and his father is the one dealing directly with the realators, information is being hard to come across.

Unfortunately, not much else has happened in the past week, since I've been so wrapped up with work and all, I haven't had much time to get anything else together. I'm thinking about taking some time next month to go to keys on a warm weekend with the gang. Depending on how it coninsides with the house and when we get gotta move our shit to it, I'd like to go swimming off the coast and check out the reefs. Maybe if things go well we'll try starting up Mile Zero, our plan for a furry gathering at Key West that didn't get to happen last year

Now that my crazy work is over, I'll be back more often again. More to come later

~Kit

Current Mood: cold

Yesterday we were on our way to Walmart to grab groceries from the week. I don't want to dwell too much on Walmart, I can come back to that another time when I have the appropriate time to complain about that clusterfuck. But I hate going to Walmart at any time other than 4 in the morning. You go to Walmart in the afternoon and it makes you wonder why terrorists couldn't have systematically bombed each and every one of these fucking places instead of the trade center. I think if they did that, catching hordes of fat families with numbers in the dozens, that maybe we'd be more willing to forgive them. I know I would. Watching how people act while shopping for the cheapest ramen noodles they can find really does make you feel ashamed, not just for America, but for the entire goddamned human species.

But more to the point, it IS the population of this country that wast he focus of our discussion yesterday. We started off by talking about Battlestar Galactica, how the current season is going. In the show, the scant handful of people left spent the entire goddamned series following an old scripture to find earth, lead by their semi-prophet leader Laura Roslin. Well when they find earth, its a dead husk of a planet, raveged by nuclear war. Then everyone gets super mad and starts blaming Laura, or their gods, or even the dogma of the religion itself. But Luddy brings up the point that they found the stupid planet, so the prophecy was right about it being there, in spite of its shabby condition.

Its about the nature of people. People are fickle. Really fickle. Maybe they didn't used to be that way but they sure as hell are now. Barack Obama, our own leader, in his first 2 weeks in office, made some poor choices to be nominated to his cabinet. Daschle comes to mind. And people are already starting to question his ethics and wonder if we did the right thing. Back before the elections, I recall seeing a campaign which featured a large letter W, heading the phrase "worst ever?", which then flips over to become an M heading the phrase "Maybe not", implying that John McCain would have been worst than president Bush.

You people have a long term memory worse than fucking goldfish, and they're stupid enough to forget that they only have 6 inches of space to move around in. When President Bush started doing really stupid things like signing in the Patriot Act or reducing emmissions standards and water purity standards, everyone got up in arms and talked about what a jackass this man was, and what harm he was doing to the country. We all said there could be no worse choice, with the possible exception of Dick Cheney. We talked about how Rumsfeld and Gonzalez were getting away with murder during their press confrences. We talked about how under his administration, fundamentalism saw a comeback that dealt a blow to gay rights, forced us to have the humiliating discussion of whether we should teach evolution in schools, and more or less ensured that 8+ years of studends would be ready for fast paced careers in fast food. We talked about this country would be plunged into debt fighting a war it A) couldn't win and B) no one cared about. And now, it seems like the previous 8 years, to some people, was more like a fightening dream than the horrible fucking reality it was

George Bush was the worst fucking president drag his balls all over that office. He has the lowest approval rating in history. And it seems like, now that he's gone, everyone just plum forgot about all that shit. Now I'm not saying Obama is a goddamned saint, but its been 2 fucking weeks! Give the nigga a chance! When you go to work, if your boss drops a shitload of work on your desk and says "and I need this done in 30 minutes", you're going to give him the finger when he's not looking and maybe go screw his wife to get back at him. Far be it for me to keep this country from falling into disaray, since that would be just hilarious, but I really can't believe how adament these people I knew were about getting Bush out of office back in 2003, and when he sorta withdrew himself during the previous year, just moved on to find someone else to hate, you hypocrital fucks.

If Barack Obama screws up super bad, I assure you I will help hand out the rocks to stone him with, but until the end of those first 100 days, the rest of you can just think about how shitty this country would have been if we had to endure another 4 years of George W Bush at the helm. Or Sarah Palin.

~Kit

Back to work agian today. Its threatening to rain all over me on my bike ride home, so there's that to look foreward to. Today feels like one of those days that might as well just not happen. Not a bad day, necessarily, but one of those days that might as well not have happened. Like its just a waste. I think I'm going to try to write some, maybe bone up on my music composition a bit after work. Something to make the day a little less of a waste.

Another thing about a day like today, is it feels as if its hanging on the edge, and can go right down to "Shitty". Something's in the air that makes you nervous, makes you look out of the corner of your eye. Your ears become a bit sharper, like something is out of place and your mind is desperately scanning over everything it can to figure out what. Maybe someone as simple as traffic you're accustomed to hearing isn't there, or maybe a buddy is acting just slightly off. Hell, maybe its nothing at all and you're a paranoid schmuck who needs to lay off the coffee.

I think I've been on edge about my mate losing his job. I know you're reading this by the way >:( And its ok. I've been sorta stressed over finances for the past....4 fucking months, and I guess the fact we just overdrafed our bank account for the first time in years sorta blindsided me. Thank god for overdraft protection. WaMu > Bank of America in every way possible. But he basically got hired where he is as a favor to me from my boss, who has been absolutely insane in the past 2-3 weeks, for the holiday season, and I suspect that once valentine's day is over, he may be let go. And the job market sucks superior tits right now. Plus we're going to be moving with our buddy Rave into a new house he's getting, and I hope the mortgage payments aren't too high.

So I guess I've been a bit on edge. Where once I went into work and was able to find plenty to do until it was time for me to go home, now I've been finding myself going on and hoping that its quiet so that I can get out at a reasonable time. I know what it points to. I need to find work with meaning for me. Not right now. I need to wait until we move so I can scope out jobs around there. But I can't keep doing this customer service crap.

Regardless, its what I'm doing for now at least, and its time to get ready. I'll be around later

~Kit

Current Mood: nervous

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAA. I'm totally going to watch the MOST AWESOME SPORTING EVENT in the WORLD. I hope the Doopy Loopys win. they are my favorite sports guild!


I'm trying to avoid anything about the super bowl today by staying inside and playing Dawn of War until the goddamn sisters of battle grind me into powder. Its not that I hate football, I really don't. I think football is actually far more interesting to watch than most sports. But the football fans are goddamned awful. I had to go to walmart yesterday to pick up some drinks and a few other things. Now I don't mean to generalize here...but thats exactly what I'm going to do.

The super bowl is a planned event. It happens around the same damned time every year. It does not fucking creep up on you. Likewise, football parties are also planned events. People plan for them. They don't occur naturally. So why the hell is it so difficult to go and stock up on the supplies for your football party more than 16 hours before the thing fucking happens. I shudder to think what sort of batshit insane crowd I'd have run into if I went out today. Here's a tip: if you have only 2 items, don't go to someone who only has 3 items and ask if you can cut in front of them. That shit isn't going to fly.

So walmart yesterday was a pit of large, sweaty, rednecky types with vacant stares, wondering around like zombies if zombies fed off of beer and nacho cheese. It sorta makes me wonder what the highest asperation for someone like that is. If they can eat nachos until cheese literally oozes from fat folds and clogs their anus, can they die happy?

There's no real point to this update. But if you're a big fat stupid football fan, fuck you. How about playing it every now and again to get rid of that beer gut.

~Kit

Current Mood: bored

Morning internet.

Yesterday I tried to get online to vent some of the seething hate I was feeling towards everything, but my internet connection decided to pile on the failure by shitting out due to some problem with my router, and if I can't find a way to fix it this afternoon, I may have to dish out the dollars for a new one. So today is shaping up to be just as awesome as yesterday, but I'll have to wait to see how work goes to really know one way or the other.

I mentioned in my last post I work at a shitty job making fruit arrangements, and then selling them to the people over in Windermere who apparently have enough money to just shovel into a fire for warmth whenever it gets cold out. Well technically its the other way around. We sell it to them, then make it. My job specifically is to be the person selling it to them. Sure, I'll help make the things in the morning or whenever its busy, but really my first priority is to be on the phones convincing people that what they really need is to go up two sizes from the arrangement they originally picked out. Never mind that the number of people served we list is already well above what you'd need. If there are going to be 3 people eating this thing, go ahead and convince them that it would be soooo much better to get the larger size to feed 6, just in case a starving homeless man knocks on your door during dinner and his alluring cologne of urine, cat urine, dog urine, and the dumpster behind Denny's intrigues everyone enough to let him in.

And then there's other things. Things like chocolate. We say its gourmet chocolate, but its more like...Hershey's. Scratch that. It IS Hershey's. Now maybe some people think of gourmet and think Hershey's chocolate, but these are the same people who think "Why do I need to cook, when for a dollar I can have a McDonald's double cheeseburger, the finest meal ever crafted, God Bless America!", which makes me think we need to reopen the old Japanese internment camps and shove the fat cretins in there until they die, turn to crude oil, and can be used to declare our independence from foreign oil. God Bless America indeed. And the kicker on this chocolate is that its EXPENSIVE. Like you pay 10 dollars for what basically amounts to a half a cup of chocolate chips. But the deal works out just fine because the fact of the matter is if someone had the choice between eating fruit or chocolate, they'd dip their hands into the vat of hot melted sugary goodness and lick it off their 2nd degree burnt fingers.

So something occurred to me yesterday that I sorta mulled over for the past month or two but never really stopped to think about it till yesterday, and that is that I, over my career of time in the service industry, have gained a tremendous skill at crafting bullshit. I go into work and I sit down at that phone, and its like people WANT to fork over 40 extra dollars just because if they do maybe it means I'll be their best friend, come over to the house with pizza that I paid for with the money they gave me. Its actually a bit ridiculous. If I were a scumbag and had an ugly plaid shirt, I could probably sell used cars. The part that bugs me is that isn't what I want to be doing with my life. Sure I'm good at it, but who gives a shit? I'm probably only good at it because I've been doing it for so long, and that makes me think that if I've been doing something else that's actually useful like learning how to write or draw or play an instrument or build something or how to shoot people or something, that I'd be good at THAT and I'd be enjoying myself a lot more because I wouldn't have to go into work each day, put on a face that's genuinely not who I am and pretend that I actually give a shit about how many overpriced balloons you want tied to your pointless fruit basket.

So I guess all the little irritating things that made up yesterday, if nothing else, did a damn fine job of uncovering a conversation I've been meaning to have with myself for a month or two now. Sure, my boss chewed me out because he was bored at his other store, sure people kept calling me and raping my ear-hole by shouting into the phone, sure 4 dickheads in 4 different cars talking on 4 different cellphones almost hit me in the span of 4 fucking minutes, and sure my router decided to leave a turd on my desk and die. But I guess the reason the little things bother us so much is because they serve to tear down whatever calm collected exterior we've built up from the REAL problems that we diligently try to ignore or otherwise not let bother us and let those big important things come rushing in, forcing you to beat them back or at least deal with them for a day or two.

All in all, I think today is going to be a better day

~Kit

Current Mood: content

Man, its been a long time since I've written one of these damn things. All the funky new shit is throwing me off, but I'll endure through all this glitz and flare for you, the people who aren't reading this shit.

So my last journal was scrapped due to massive non use. I feel its time for something of a fresh start, plus I haven't written anything, and I mean ANYTHING in way too fucking long. Part of why I'm actually using this blawg again is because I know that if I don't at least write something, I'm just going to slip further and further away from something that I generally enjoy doing. Of course, my old journal I used to bitch and rant about things that didn't make any damn sense, and this journal will be no fucking different. Name change aside, I'm still a frothy mouthed asshole deep down inside, and with the way everything is going on in this stupid fucking country, nay, the world, isn't going to help that change anytime soon.

Since most of the people that used to read my stupid crap before have probably fell of the face of the earth or...died or something, let me start off with a small bit about myself. This way, I can shatter any illusions anyone may have about what is going to go on here. My name is Kit, I'm 24 (or something like that), living in Orlando with my boyfriend of 7 years. For those of you that are paying attention, that makes me gay as hell, but lets not dwell on that for now. I work at at a company that makes fruit baskets arranged to look like flowers (also gay as hell). Its actually kinda ridiculous. People with more money than brains basically pay us 4 times as much as it would for them to spend 30 minutes to make this shit themselves. There was a time when working for such a shameless company would bother me, but it's really a new era of needing money to buy things like food, so for now, its what I do.

I'm opinionated. Like really opinionated. Oh sure, you can say that opinions are subjective and everyone is allowed to have it, and sure, I'll agree to that. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. But here's the secret: mine are better. Until you prove me otherwise, with rational thought, your opinions suck. And I really don't care what they are, I've seen so many half-assed ideas and "theories" over the past 10 or so years, that if you don't want to bother to take the time to explain to me why your opinion is more correct than mine, if you'd rather be a giant pussy and tell me "hey, all opinions are valid, lets all get along ^____^", then you can go shove your head through a plane of glass until all the stupid gushes out of the wounds you sustain. If you want to have an opinion, then you can at least have the balls to be able to support it. Not being a re-re helps, too.

There's a few other things. I do the furry thing, as if you couldn't effin' tell by my userpic and name. The furry fandom will be a subject of my posts regularly, I'm fairly certain. The fandom that I originally joined has expanded too fast and as such has changed radically from the group I remember into the cespit of faggotry that it is today, so expect to hear about it from time to time. I've got a fondness for games. Video games, Tabletop games. My roomies and I play a lot of board games that I'll upload some pictures of because the shit we play is fucking bananas. 

I suppose that's all I've got for an introductory. I always hated these things anyway. Its like giving out your core friendship stats, which to me always seemed like some bullshit. I mean, the whole concept of social networking is sorta lame, but I'll take livejournal over myspace any day. I shudder to think about the sort of shitheads I'd run into there. Anyone who can tell you their life story within the first 30 minutes of you meeting them can't be all that interesting a person. Its much better to learn about a person over the course of weeks or months, or years, if you're lucky. I'll be back to update this thing on a regular basis, whether I have something interesting to say or not.

~Kit

Current Mood: mischievous