I own a stun gun. I’ve had a buddy use it on me to test its effectiveness, it feels like someone rubbing sandpaper vigorously on your skin.

Tasers, I feel, should have some restrictions. I’ve been subject to one (also voluntarily) and if anything, I think falling in the wrong place can severely hurt/kill you.

Pepper spray is more effective than a taser because you’re gonna be useless for a good 10 minutes if it gets anywhere near your eyes. And yes, I voluntarily subjected myself to that as well.

No because I’d end up disqualifying a bunch of people.

No.

I honestly don’t think I could handle meeting anymore people who could potentially be a permanent part of my life.

Someone’s lexicon can be a huge part in why I won’t listen to them or take them seriously.

I mean...

Now is a good time considering Facebook has turned into a fascist kingdom.

I sometimes wear women’s pants, although it’s kinda hard to tell. And socks.

Jackass 2. Having a Jackass movie marathon.

Crab

Soda

Batman and Robin... for the ice puns

Long before I started working I knew the workforce was full of cutthroat people and others who try to one up each others problems. For example, you could have a dying mother, your coworkers and manager might feel for you, but the company itself will not care one bit that your loved ones are dying. At least that's how it is where I work. Here you could take time off for mourning and have a coworker cover for you, but in the end they're likely to penalize you anyway just simply because you're missing time at work and they do not care about what you're going through.

Never mind the fact that I get mediocre hours, I work for people who can be cool but are insensitive nonetheless.

Today has been the worst day. Today my closest friend informed me that she has stage 4 leukemia and that she's pretty much done with. For 3 hours I was in my room breaking down. 9 years and suddenly this happens.

I just can't sit around and watch stuff all day anymore... especially on a little screen.

Malcolm in the Middle

Man, I haven't used Netflix this much since I found Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh and Goosebumps.

We're always arguing... about who loves who more. It's the only thing we argue about and I hope it's the only thing we ever do argue about.

It's been a long time since I've had a reason to smile at my phone.

I finally figured out what stresses me out; money and having to handle it.

My job title doesn't require me to be handling money. I applied as a stock clerk, and that was the job I was given. But nope, Wednesday I had to count he money in the register I was put on for the day only to find out that I came up $20.66 over short. I mean, what the fuck? $20.66? For the rest of the day I was wondering how in the hell that happened. If anyone short changed me that day it definitely wasn't for more than 4 bucks. And tonight I had to be a witness to a cashier closing and counting the money in 4 of the registers, in addition I had to count it myself to make sure she counted it right, and 3 of them came up over short, one of which was over $10 over short which is enough to warrant a warning to whoever was working behind that register.

I stock, I store keep and I occasionally cover for a cashier for a short period of time. At the end of the week I just need my check and a "thank you for your good work." I'm not there to handle money or watch anyone handle it. I fucking hate handling money on the job, it makes me extremely uncomfortable having to handle it knowing how seriously people take that shit. If something comes up short it automatically has to be assumed that someone is stealing, and I don't steal money just knowing how much trouble I can get into for it. I like my job and I don't wanna lose it over petty shit like that.

I'm seriously on the verge of tears.