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created on 12/18/2006  |  http://fubar.com/rant-rant-rant/b35526

flamingos.

it's adorable. it really is. grow. up. then we'll talk.

void

i'm not in the mood to write a blog i'm not in the mood to read your blogs. as a matter of fact... the only thing i wanted to say at all... was fuck off. all of you. except you... because you didn't do anything wrong. but the rest of you.... fuck off. that is all

flame wars?

so i go outside for a cigarette. i'm sick beyond belief... and apparently retarded. i'm using a lighter with an adjustable flame... and didn't bother to check the flame before i lit the cigarette. i now have half of the amount of eyelashes on my right eye that i did five minutes ago. gah!
yesterday... february fourteenth... two thousand seven. also known as this robots manufacture date. i wake up... unplug myself from the wall and throw on a pair of jeans. it's freezing! i yawn... take a look out the window... and notice that the weather is not so good. shit weather... on my birthday? NEVER ::chortle:: i throw on a trogdor hoody (burninating EVERYTHING) and run downstairs. no time for coffee... gotta take chris and dad to work... i need the vehicle today. boots... hmm... ::thinks:: boots... where are they? jackpot. i throw on my boots... grab a scarf and a pair of gloves and i'm out the door. "CHRIS! grab my cigarettes! and don't forget to close both doors!" i get in the van... mmm... it's warm. dad and chris pile in... dad in the back... chris in the passanger seat... me driving... chris is fucking with the radio... "TURN IT BACK TO G ROCK! i'm driving... it's my say" i look at the clock... it's quarter to nine... fifteen minutes to get from here to point pleasant... on a shit day? not happening. "you guys are gonna be late" dad says "it's ok... just be careful, the roads are horrible" ::grins:: "come on... i'm from detroit... this is my natural habitat" and then i take a hit of the smoke chris handed me. it's natural... it's normal... it's a wednesday. i drive the guys to work... coming home was a bit nasty... i could deal without all of this snow... but it can't stay beautiful all the time... right? (i should be in hawaii) so i get home... in one piece... grab phone... text chris "i'm alive" he replies "oh good. i don't date dead girls" i run up to the door shivering. it's LOCKED! we NEVER lock our doors... EVER EVER

EVER

grab phone... call trashley... "why is the door locked??!?!" "i didn't hear you... i'm coming" ::padpadpad:: ::shivershivershiver:: ::click:: "we have no power" ::grins:: WONDERFUL! i come inside... the phone rings... "atarah, hi! how are you? this is eileen from (insert title company name here) you're still available for the closing today... right?" ::nods slowly:: "mm... yeah. BUT, i haven't got the fed ex pack yet... it was supposed to be priority overnight eileen... and the weather we are having here is HORRIBLE! it's going to take me about three hours to get up to kearny, and i don't have the package yet." "it's ok, let me make some calls," she replies, "oh, and happy birthday!" "thanks. talk to you soon. ::CLICK::" so i decide it's time to shower. at least we have hot water. i hop in the shower while listening to the playlist that steevee made me for valentines day/my birthday. it includes neat stuff like O-ZONE and shiny toy guns. ::lather rinse repeat:: out of the shower. still no fed ex... which means no docs. can't do a closing without docs now can i? (the answer is no) i sit down with my copy of good omens with all three dogs curled around me... just chillin. i can't play video games with no power... or play on the internet... besides... i like to read. about an hour goes by... she says she loves me but... she comes and goes when she pleases... when the door shuts... it's like another paper cut... and i'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids (ringtone) "hello this is atarah" (cheery work voice) "hi atarah, it's eileen. i just spoke with tom, the buyers attorny, he says we can just print out the docs from his office" "ok, let me get dressed and i'll head out. but i have no power, so it's going to be a couple. i have to call a friend and have them feed me mapquest directions. i'll give you a call when i am on my way. thanks eileen" ::click:: dressed... gotta get dressed... wow... what a day so far. so i get dressed... and i get ready to go. i start the car... come back in... sit down for five minutes. go out and leave. it takes me FOURTY FIVE MINUTES to make a normally ten minute drive to the parkway. ::breathe atarah... just breathe:: it's going to take me FOREVER to get there. fuck this... i pick up my phone and dial eileen... just as i dial a tree branch falls onto my van. real fucking nice. ahh... the perfect excuse. "hi eileen... it's atarah. look, i'm really sorry for all the delay, but i'm having some issues here. the weather is really bad... and i swerved to get out of the way of a falling tree branch and i am stuck in a snow pile... uh huh... uh huh... yeah, i am ok but i don't know how long it's going to take until i can get out of here... uh huh... uh huh... call me with an update... i'll call you when i am free. thanks eileen" ::click:: NEXT! "hey dad... i got out of my closing... i'm going to head back up there to get you guys... i'm gonna be early... but it just makes more sense." so i hop on the parkway and drive. ten miles down and the snow is pretty much gone... gotta love exit 100. the second you get there it turns from winter to spring. i get to chris' work... and hang. he takes forever. we go get dad... and drive back up to home. still no power. "now what?" dad suggests birthday dinner. we go to an awesome little microbrewery about twenty minutes away. they have power there... and beer... and food... and... and... a valentines rush. so we sit at the bar and drink. when dinner is over we head back home... STILL NO POWER. that's right kiddies... i went about a full twenty four hours with no computer and no video games... i nearly died. anywho... chris and i head out to our local bar. we drink... we meet up with friends... we enjoy. midnight: we come home. birthday sex and bed. i wake up this morning and the power is on... but still no cable. which means no internet. but i can deal, at least i have enchanted arms. so i play ... forever. and now i am back. i think. maybe for good. sorry if you missed me... but that was the extent of my birthday. thanks for all the happy birthdays and all of that. i heart all of you.
so... those of you that don't know... i am a heavy smoker. yes... yes i am. not too heavy... just heavy enough to smoke about a pack a day. which is cool with me... could be worse. but this also means that because i don't buy cartons... i have to go to the store and get a pack of cigarettes every day. it's a nice little trip out of the house... since i work from home. i always go to the same place too... a little convenience store down the road about five minutes. one of the guys there is awesome... he's constantly begging me to go to atlantic city with him and blah blah blah... but the guy with the moustache... fuck that guy. so i walk into the store... the cat pulls my pack of smokes off of the shelf... without me having to say a fucking word... and then asks me for my id. of course i don't have my id... it's in chris' wallet... because my boyfriend is a dumbass and forgot to take it out of there from the other night when we went out. now... as i stated... i didn't even have to tell him what kind of smokes i wanted... which is a big deal when you smoke marlboro red seventy twos... (yes they are different from standard reds... they taste like yum... reds taste like aborted fetus) obviously the mother fucker has seen me before. so i tell him that i don't have it with me... and i give him my birthdate... just in case he needs to pop it into the computer. nope... not good enough for this jack ass and his moustache from hell... "i'm sorry miss... but i can't serve you" in his baderkaderk accent. "motherfucker" i say out loud. "i am here every day! you didn't even ask me what i needed!" i exclaimed, loudly. i'm not used to this shit. i am charasmatic... overly charasmatic... people fucking LOVE me. they can't get enough of me. they beg me to fucking shop at their shit stores. uh uh... not this bastard. this bastard wants to play ball... and right now... his bases are loaded, and my bat boy forgot to give me my god damn license back... douchebag so i STORM out of the joint... furious. i then get back in my car... and travel to the liquor store that is at the END OF MY BLOCK. that's right... the fucking liquor store. they don't have my cigarettes... but they have reds. and i know for a fact that they won't card me... why? because they have never once carded me for anything. they thought about it once... asked me how old i was... told me i looked to young... and STILL let me buy the sixer of guiness and bottle of patron i desired. fuck you convenience store... i will set you a-flame. //end rant//
Dear girl with the swollen eyes, please do yourself a favor and wear sunglasses at all times. i was sitting in front of you at the cornell graduation on saturday... in front and off to your right, and i am sure you noticed me staring you down. i couldn't help it. you have the biggest eyes i have ever seen on a girl... or a creature... at all. they kind of reminded me of ostrich eggs. now, let me explain something... when i say that they were large... or... ENORMOUS... i don't mean that they were big and pretty. sweetheart... i was surprised that your eyelids fit over those bulging gooey wet things. when you laughed... and you did... a lot... like a twelve year old talking about sex... i thought they were going to explode. i was afraid that i was going to have to run off and call an emt... i couldn't help but make jokes about you. it almost made me feel bad... keyword: almost. (remember boys and girls... i am a self proclaimed cunt of a woman) i honestly wondered... out loud... to everyone that i was sitting with... just how many times you thought you were making eyes with the cute boy across the bar... only to get up the courage to go and talk to him... and find out that he too couldn't help but think that you were in massive amounts of pain. with a shocked look on your face at all times. i would compare your everyday look to the look of surprise on the sixteen year old virgins face when her boyfriend decided that he would ram his twelve inch cock DIRECTLY into her ass. you are terrifying. so, as stated before... just do yourself a favor and wear sunglasses. thankyou and have a nice day, atarahlynn**
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