Cock And Balls @ MindSay

when the moment is not right.  Well, my grandparents are crazier than five kinds of hell.  My mamaw gets the shits if I get on the internet, and she stealthily stole the cord I use to connect my modem to the phone jack.  So I have to wait until they're asleep to get online.  Bummer.  Good thing I have a job, and a car, and a not-so-super Wal-Mart around.  I hooked myself back up and I'm going to have to unplug this shiz every night after I get offline and hide the cord.  Whaaatever.

I made $105 last night in about six hours.  That was awesome.  I celebrated by going to a local bar with some people from work and buying myself two Coronas before the bartender decided not to trust me and ask for my I.D.  Motherfucker.  Luckily, I'm what they call a "two-beer queer," and two Coronas did me more than well.  Vermont might make the legal drinking age 18.  There's some common fucking sense for you.  The green mountain state is looking better and better.

There's this Mexican at work, Juan, and he's sweet and all, just an old Mexican dude, and he took my picture with his phone last night so he could "see me every day."  He always asks me "Do you work tomorrow?"  He doesn't know much English, but he's asked me where I live and who I live with.  He also asked me if my boyfriend bought a ring I was wearing at the time.  I said "an ex-boyfriend," but I'm sure now that I should have just simply said "yes."  He bummed a cigarette off of me, and I showed him how my lighter doubles as a switchblade and he laughed a lot.  He's fun, just not my type, I guess.  Communication is a big thing for me.  Imagine that.  Poor, lonely, Mexican Juan.  I hope he doesn't use that picture for the purposes of jacking off.  Ugh.  What's a girl to do?

I had some weird dreams.  One scene I remember was me pissing in a sink, because someone was on the toilet, and there was a big blue jacuzzi in the bathroom.  Another was about me running from some bad guys in a mall, trying to hide from them, and there were all sorts of crazy little secret passages, and I guess I got away or woke up or something.  I did some shopping, as well, before I was being chased.  I remember looking at some sweaters and some leather jackets.

I got gypped out of lots of money tonight, because I had only the "balls" of what is commonly referred to as the "cock and balls" section at work.  It's three tables that, when you look at the chart, closely resemble a cock and some balls.  My cock was being utilized by another waitress who had a large party who sat at the most integral part of my section all night, and I never had any guests sitting at my cock.  So, I only made about 1/3 of the money I had the potential to make with my cock fully intact.  That's the story of my cockless life.  Waitress circumcision is almost as much of a bitch as raggler circumcision.  I only made about $60 tonight, all of which got blown at wal mart on dumb shit like the cord that's allowing me to be online and type this shit right now, food, an ink cartridge, and some shirts my mom wanted me to pick up.  I'll be reimbursed about $20 for those, though.

My car has been making more and more unexplainable unhealthy noises lately and I'm beginning to get really concerned.  It has started every time I've begged it to, though.  It's a give and take relatioship, I reckon. 

Yeah, well, that's about all she wrote.