Who cares?!

{ March 4, 2008 @ 5:35 am } · { vents }
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As, a waitress, I tend to take my job pretty seriously. More seriously than others anyway. I eat at restaurants in my downtime. I expect to be treated with respect and served as though my business is important. So when a woman I was serving on Saturday began a heated discussion with my manager, I wanted to know what was up.

“What was wrong with her?” I asked. “Was it something I did?”

“No,” he said. “There were people smoking outside and she was upset about it.”

Excuse me?! WTF?! Look, I am a smoker. I have no intention to quit anytime soon, but I actually support the smoking ban in Indiana. I, as well as other fellow smokers, know that people don’t want to breathe in second hand smoke. I mean COME ON, if I had a baby and someone lit up right next to me, I’d flip. SO I UNDERSTAND. That’s what this ban was intended to do!

So what the fuck do the non-smokers want from us?! We can’t inhale cigarettes while we pore over mystery novels, coffee in hand, at Steak and Shake at 3am. We can’t have that satisfying smoke after we WAY overdo it at the Chinese buffet. And now it’s not even socially acceptable to light up in places where it’s legal. Like outdoors! How was anyone “hurting” this woman by having a cigarette away from her general area? Was the smoke drifting in through the brick walls, through the foyer, around the kitchen, and into her food? No. She was just bitching to bitch.

Just like a tree in an empty forest, if I’m smoking away from society, am I really doing anything wrong? I mean sure, I’m slowly killing myself, but that’s decision I made for myself. I don’t need pre-menopausal soccer moms running to “the man” and tattling on me.

I’m seriously thinking about writing a letter to the editor politely asking all the whiny non-smokers to shut their damn mouths.

All that being said though, I really like this commercial:

Great choreography, around the bear traps and all. Even better lyrics. Ah, PSAs are becoming so clever. This person hated it, lol. But its WAY more fun than this one I remember from back in the day:

Ugh, whatev, I need a cigarette…

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{ February 26, 2008 @ 10:10 am } · { Uncategorized }
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I almost LOLd til I pissed myself. Garfield minus Garfield

Of stress, spoilage, and “illegal” substances.

{ February 26, 2008 @ 8:45 am } · { life }
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Humorous Pictures
Lol, I ♥ ICHC anyway, but this particular kitteh speaks to me. You see, a few months ago, I was busted (again) for driving while suspended. My car, towed (again). However, while the obvious rookie of a cop was searching my car, he came across a bag of catnip and I was placed under arrest for possession of “marijuana.” NO FAKE. SERIOUSLY. 15 minutes of bawling my eyes out in the back of a patrol car and I was released. :( Just thought I’d share.

So Travis just got the tax refund of all tax refunds. What’d he do with it? He spoiled moi. We went to Cycle outfitters and I got a brandspankin’new full-face helmet AND he ordered a new seat so I won’t get cranky riding bitch for hours on end. Then we headed to Circle Center (a tourist trap mall in downtown Indianapolis) where I shopped up a total storm. *sigh* It felt nice. With the ebb and flow of my income and the fact that I have to support my irresponsible brother, I haven’t had much money to throw around in terms of shopping. It was…therapeutic. PLUS, I got these shoes:
kelseyblack They’re so effin’ cute! Yeah, T-Rav outdid himself.

Now that all that excitement’s over, I really have to start getting my shit together. I need:
1. To go by the social security office to get a new social security card.
2. To drop by the dmv and hook myself up with an id so T and I can actually go clubbin’ when we celebrate our anniversary.
3. To lose 5-7 lbs so I look super hot in my birthday dress (and birthday suit, for later).
4. To keep looking for suitable places for us to live when we move in together. July 13th is little more than four months away!
5. TO PAY OFF MY GODDAMN TICKETS ALREADY!!! Jesus H., I drive better than most of the people in the free world and “the man” says I’m not “legally” allowed until I pay a stupid county some stupid money for a stupid infraction I committed three stupid years ago! Ack, that’s it! I’m moving to CANADA!

._. Tired. Off to bed.

Gratuitous, Egotistical First Post.

{ February 24, 2008 @ 3:01 am } · { Uncategorized }
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Hi, I’m Jennifer. I’m a 24 (soon to be 25!) year old waitress from some crappy town in Indiana. I’d tell you where, but you’d just laugh at me. I’m not married. I don’t like kids, therefore I have none. What I do have is a wonderful boyfriend (lame) named Travis:

T-Rav He’s not normally this salty. Ok, maybe he is. But he’s a great source of cynical wisdom. I share my place with two cats. Daisy, the little ball of sass. And DJ, the large and in charge laid-back cuddle machine.

DJHe’s such a ladies man.

Daisy1 She could care less.

Adding to the collection, a rambunctious, two year old, rottweiler-hound mix with “selective hearing.” Here’s Romeo (Romie):

Romie He’s the reason I’ll have gray hairs by 26. And last but not least, rounding out the quartet of obnoxiousness is my hilarious money-mooching 20 year old brother Michael.

Mike1 Every family has one. Mine just lives with me. He’s a source of both frustration and sanity…however that works.

So there. That’s me. That’s my life thus far. So what’s with “Saucy.Disco.”? It’s a phrase I came up with long ago to describe my outlook on life. Live it with attitude. To the music in your head. Shut up haters. You wish you had an internal soundtrack.

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