Saturday, May 28, 2005

My poor Feet

Not much going on in my life that you guys would actually enjoy hearing, but I'll tell you anyway, cause I'm bored. I got four new pairs of shoes from payless yesterday. I wore one of them today because I wanted to show them off. and what do you know, I had to walk home from work. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, except I was wearing brand new shoes, sandals, to be exact. Keep in mind Alorica is less than a mile from my house. You would think my feet could handle it. NO FREAKING WAY! by the time I got to Smiths, my feet were bleeding. BLEEDING PEOPLE! I couldn't walk anymore! My sandals had rubbed off the skin on the side of my feet, and were rubbing into my raw flesh. ow. I stopped in Sally's beauty supply to check the damage. I ended up getting blood on their floor, and buying a french manicure set.(I couldn't help myself) I am so glad I finally bought a cell phone. I called home and my brother barely walked in the doorfrom being gone all day. he came and picked me up. I couldn't walk to his car with the sandals on, so I walked through smiths parking lot barefoot. Not the smartest thing in the world to do, but I was in Macho pain here, plus blood was getting all over my sandals. Now that I think of it, that was really dumb. the walking through the parking lot barefoot I mean. Who in there right mind would voluntarily walk ANYWHERE in magna with an open wound barefoot? Great, now I have AIDS. Oh well, at least I'll have pretty french manicured toe nails.
I hate having to work on sundays. I'm getting my schedule changed as soon as possible. I feel like a part of me is empty not going to church, Which is really weird, because i don't really enjoy church that much. I guess it's out of habit. Going to church for 18, oops, 19(wierd, I'm nineteen. I'm just now realizing this) years, and all of a sudden, I can't. It won't be for long I hope.
I think they messed up with my last paycheck. I got $300 more than my last one, and I worked the same hours, with only a little overtime. I'm not one to complain though. mums the word. :)
Dangit. I have to keep stop writing to blow my nose. I have a bit of a cold. Not too bad though. I guess I shouldn't complain.
Does anyone else like McDonald's McGriddles as much as I do? I am ADDICTED to them! I think they are my latest addiction. I have to leave my debit card home when I go to work or else I would buy one evrryday for breakfast. I think I've given up on being thin. I just like food too much. And why deny myself? I know I'll be depressed about my weight, be jealous of others' and eventually need a shrink, but in the end I wonder what I would appreciate more, enjoying food all my life and having a good time?(while clogging my arteries and getting sick), or being thin? when I'm on my death bed, I wonder what would I regret more? Anywho, enough of that rambling.
Well, Randy had his surgery the other day. He's been lying down, barking out orders to all of us. He sure is a slave driver. I guess if he ever gets too bad, I could trip him or something. Ok, so he's not THAT bad. it would still be kind of funny though.
Well, I've officially run out of things to say, and need to take a shower and go to bed, and whiten my teeth, and reads my scriptures, and feed my cat. oh, speaking of cats, Button died yesterday. I was at work when he died. My parents buried him in our back yard. It's sad, but he was in pain, and couldn't eat. plus he had a really good life, so I'm ok. Death doesn't bother me for some reason. It's not like I'm fascinated with it like Michelle though. I'm trying to convince my parents to get another cat. It is wierd with just two cats around. Everybody needs a dozen cats or so. they are very enteraining and comforting. They get to know you like another person, and they know your emotions. Gotta love em'.
I'll leave you today with the diary of a paranoid cat to cheer you all up from the bad news. Tootles!

Diary of a Paranoid Cat
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the satisfaction from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to throw up on their favourite chair....must try this on their bed.
Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was....Hmm. Not working according to plan.....
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning, foamy chemical called "shampoo". What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odour of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to molespeak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.

1 comment :

  1. What's your cell number so I can put it in my cell phone? I'm glad I'm not the only weird one fascinated with death!
    Love, Shell