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09-16-03 2:53pm

~If you let em fuck you, there will be no foreplay. Rest assured, they'll screw you complete til your ass is blue and grey.~

HAHAHA! My mom just called my cell phone. She thought I was at work. (she's out shopping) She just wanted to tell me that one of the department stores out there is on fire. HA! I screamed, "Burn mother fucker! Burn!" That's just what kind of a day it is. I'd pay to see that mall go down in flames. I'd pay fifty bucks. Anyhow, when I was at work earlier, Mindy let the cat out of the bag and informed me that I got screwed out of my supposed promotion. I was going to update about 12 times this past weekend but my wireless connection was down. I had an interview with the DM on Friday. He also interviewed one other girl. They decided to hire her for the assistant position instead of promoting me. Now, you'd think I'd be mad about it. But honestly, I'm relieved. I hate the mall. So I've been sending out resumes again. I'll keep my shitty part time job for a little while longer. Just to pay the bills. But as soon as I find something else, I'm out.

~Pardon me if I burst into flames. I've had enough of this world and its peoples mindless games.~

I've been keeping a "mock" post since the internet has been f'd. But now that I look back at it, it's all just a bunch of bullshit. I'd post it...but it would just be a waste of time. I'll just fill in the important things really quick. Last Friday- drank a bit, went to TJ's, felt like crap, got pulled over on the way home. I'd driven my dad's car that night. Since they were out of town...I thought it would be fun to take a spin in daddy's car. So it had been about 3 or 4 hours since I'd had anything to drink. I was fine. Got about a mile from my house, pulled up to this intersection where I turn right...completed my turn and got pulled over. I knew the cop was behind me. He had been for quite some time. He was in front of me for awhile, pulled off into a bar parking lot. So I thought I'd lost him. Then I realized he just wanted to get behind me...thanks, Ass! So here I am, no car insurance (at least I was driving my dad's car) But I was thinking, "what if he radio's my license numbers in and finds out that I have no insurance? What if he realizes I'd been drinking earlier?!" So I was freaking out. He asked for my DL. I gave it to him. Then he says, "so the reason why I pulled you over was because you stopped passed the cross walk at the corner back there." WHAT?!?! It's 3 o'clock in the fucking morning! Who the fuck is going to be crossing this street at 3am?! Obviously he was just looking for any reason to pull me over. It was 3am. Most people are going home from the bars around that time. Logic. I wish cops wouldn't be so shady. Why didn't he just say, "I'm pulling you over because it's really late and I wanted to see if you'd been drinking." He asked for registration and proof of insurance. So I reached into my dad's glove box. Found the registration. No insurance card. I told the guy that he probably keeps the card on him. Then the officer asked whose car it was that I was driving. Told him it was my dad's. He asked if he knew I had the car. Right...like I'm gonna tell him that my dad is in Tennesee and has no f'n clue. So I said yes. Then he told me to step out of the car and walk back to the cruiser with him so he could run my DL. Holy hell! So I did just that. We get back to his car and he radios my #'s. Then he says, "Miss, have you had anything to drink tonight?" WHAT! I said no. hahaha "well the reason I'm asking you that is because I can smell the alcohol." Whatever asshole. I ate a chicken sandwich afterwards. It had been 4 hours! Jerk! Maybe you're smelling your own ass. Then he said, "well, where were you coming from?" I said my friends place in Shawnee. So he claims, "well maybe someone spilled something on you." NO! They didn't. I smelled like perfume and menthol cigarettes. Then he proceeded to make me take a fucking breathalizer. I could have said no. But then I'd find my ass downtown with no one to call. So I just took the damn thing and hoped it would come out clear. It did. So he apologized and wrote me a warning. A fucking warning for not stopping before a fucking cross walk at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning! So ya, that shook me up. I really need to get some car insurance. Son of a bitch that sucked. That's just what I need. Let's get a DUI while driving our father's vehicle with no car insurace. HELLO!!! His insurance would have covered it but still, I'd have my license taken away and get kicked out of the house in about .2 seconds. Smooth Laura. Real fuckin' smooth.

~I am rejection. I am redemption. I am desire for obligation. I am forever. I could be never if that's what you want.~

The cable guy came yesterday to fix our connection. I'd fallen asleep in the chair. So when I got up, I came back in here to find my computer was working and Tim had IM'd me. So I called him. We talked for somewhere around 2 hours. That's gonna kill me when the bill comes in. Laurie and I walked 5 miles around the resevoir. That was fun. Bugs...lots of little bugs. Later, I got online to check my email. The normal shit. delete delete delete! Then I found a message that said my guestbook had been signed. Who the F signed the guestbook? So I checked it out and found a message from none other than Dan. Dan...this guy from high school. We were friends...kind of...at one point in time. We used to debate over music during snack bar. I think I mentioned running into Rachel at the mall about 2 weeks ago. They dated for 2 and a half years after we graduated. Broke up a month or so ago. Somehow, he found out that I'm back in town. Who knows. He had e-mailed me and I deleted it...oops. So I found it, started to reply and he IM's me...talks me into hanging out and "shooting the shit". We ended up chillin' at Arby's until 1am. Things like that always seem shock me. When you least expect it, someone from your past pops up out of nowhere. It was nice to talk to him though. Nice to catch up on what's been happening. Here's another weird occurance. I came home from work and my dad tells me that Chris called. Eh? Chris? It would help to know which Chris considering the fact that I've known about 9 million of them in my life so far. The first Chris I thought of was psycho ex-boyfriend Chris. (from freshman year of high school) The kid is strange. I don't talk to him for months sometimes even a year and he'll show up or call. Odd. I figure it was probably him. But then I thought Chris...ew. Chris from Journey's. That would be terrible. Carrie told him I was back in Ohio a long time ago. Who knows. He might be in town checking out the Lima store. Ran across my old paperwork...Who knows. Whoever it was, said he'd call back later. But it was probably psycho ex-boyfriend Chris. Weirdo. Seriously, what the hell would he want? He already told me that he wishes we'd never broken up and I was the best thing that ever happened to him. (it was fucking 6 years ago! Get over it!) What's so great about me? C'mon now.

~Mistakes don't mean a thing if you don't regret them.~

So is the stress, and so is my life. Always wonderful to spill my guts here. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

~I'm watching you wash over me. And I've got the greatest view from here.~

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