my roommates and i have some contraband in our apartment...



this is wendy, short for wednesday.
it's really not that difficult to sneak one of these in.

these are my three guinea pigs. mrs. gibbles is the black one, rose is the red one, and atlantic is the big one that is in the cage. i took this a little while ago and mrs. gibbles died not too long afterward. anyway, this weekend i guess atlantic came down with pneumonia, and my normally pudgy, healthy pig became nothing more than skin and bones. i guess he wasnt eating or drinking and would just go in his igloo and face the corner. anyway the point is that he died on sunday. this is the only picture i have of him except for the like 12 that are on my phone but i cant get it to send them. he was a sweet pig. his name was atlantic because the little girl who gave him to us learned that the atlantic ocean was three shades of blue and atlantic the pig was three colors.

this is my problem and i shouldnt have made it a problem with other people

this is a problem of being angry and not knowing how to release it

this is a problem of hoping my exaggerated words would help my card get chosen for the website

this is a problem of frustrated attention-seeking

and now this is a problem of wishing i hadnt posted it.

sometimes i think i should have named this blog "canned laughter."
it wasnt something i was thinking about in july, 2003 i guess.

i honestly picked the name canned lemonade because we had some in the fridge. my mom bought some and yes, it was the carbonated kind, and yes, it was real garbage.

i got this in march and i just never got around to taking a picture of it before

i made a postcard to send into postsecret.

i was angry, i was frustrated

i took an inkling of truth and blew it up. after all--post secret is anonymous, and the more outlandish the postcard, the better chance it has of being chosen, right?

i put it on here and realized how untrue it was, but i cant undo it.

its gone. i dont think i can live with it being on here. it was a mistake and im sorry i made it.

if you want me to wear 36 pieces of flair like your pretty boy brian, then why dont you make the minimum 36 pieces of flair.

fucking piece of fucking fuck.
so on friday someone came into work at like 9:03. we close at 9. some other customers were in the store at the time because they came in before 9 and they were waiting for their pizza to be finished. so we werent exactly locked up for the night but the point is, we close at 9. a customer showed up after 9. i dont think we should have to serve him. unfortunatly it doesnt matter what i think. unfortunatly we were a little short with this customer. unfortuatly he is friends with one of the owners.

which means we have to stay open till 9:30 now (probably)
and im losing my free pizza coupons for next week as an insulting little slap on the wrist.
and oh yeah. its raise and review time. for me its just review time im guessing. so thats going to be great.

if we cant turn away customers at 9:03 then why does the sign on the door say we close at 9. i dont understand.

someone said to me at work a little while ago "thanks for making dinner." and they sounded really sincere. it was the only time in recent memory that i really felt appreciated for what i do. most of the time i feel like a pizza whore. they slap down money, and i have to do what they want me to. i know its my job...but its this constant thing...they are always calling and they think its funny when they say they will be there in like 2 minutes and there is no respect at all. they could have called a little earlier so we actually had time to make their pizza, but no. besides, what else could we possibly be doing other than waiting on our knees to make their meal. people come in 1 minute before we lock the door and they are completely aware of what they are doing, but they shrug it off. some even say things like, "oh i bet you hate me right now" as they strut in. i cant take it. i cant take the fake nicey-nicey crap i have to pull all day. im sick of being a pizza whore.

i took my tongue web piercing out.
i got it in november. i thought it was novel and cute.
it was actually very annoying and i was always playing with it so i always looked like i was chewing on something and it was stupid.
its the first piercing i have ever retired. a little sad but my mouth is much happier.