I’m so f*cking furious right now. I just got off work thirty minutes ago, and just got home. I didn’t want to postpone this blog for even a second. My anger is giving me the motivation to write, so this could get really vulgar.

The sole contributor of my anger right now comes from the sh*t heads that I work for. They called me into work today, which I had NO problem with since they haven’t given me work for about a week now. This is because they like to tell every other f*cking employee that I’m slow as shi* and need to work faster EXCEPT me. I mean, if you wanted to criticize somebody to make sure they improve their work skills, wouldn’t it make some damn sense to tell them instead of everyone else? I’m pretty sure, because of this, they only work me once a week…except this week because all the workers are going home. I’m their only option left.

Anyways, my scheduled time to get off work was at 2:00. They asked me to stay until 4:00 because one of my coworkers wanted to go to Owensboro, KY..probably an hour away to go to another sushi restaurant to eat. UM HELLO!? There are TONS of sushi restaurants here to eat at. I told them no can do. I made up some excuse not to go, but they didn’t let me leave. I’ll admit, I don’t give a shi* if I help them or not. I could care less if they need me, this is because they treat me like sh*t, and I don’t give a damn about their business. Their restaurant could go out of business and I wouldn’t give a sh*t because they’re nasty…I’ll go into that later.

Well, the owner’s wife asked me when I first started working how I got paid at my last job. I told her I got an hourly $7.25. I’m assuming she asked me this because she pays everyone under the table because they’re not legally allowed to work here. She told me, “okay” that she would pay me that way too. Bulls*it, I have not seen an hourly payment yet. Well, I got to work at 10:30 am and when 2:00 came I got $20. If I’m correct, I should have gotten at least $25. Normally, I make $30-$35 because the tips I make. Well, I figured, okay, maybe I’ll make more at around 4:00. I estimated around $45 because that’s what EVERYONE else makes when they work from 10:30 to 4:00. I know this because my boyfriend and his friends work these hours on occasion.

The boss said, because I only made $20 whoever came in after 2:00 I could keep all the tips they left on the table (they do split tips by the way). I knew better than to believe such a “generous” offer, because 3:00-4:00 are our SLOWEST HOURS. Only one table came in, I was tipped $6. So all in all I only made $26. This happens quite a bit, and if you’re wondering why I’m still working here it’s because I’m looking for another job, and I need any bit of money I can get. It’s just really infuriating.

If I wanted to get onto them, I could talk about how unclean they are. When people order food, they rearrange with their bare hands. They don’t wear gloves, I’m not even sure if they even wash their damn hands after they use the bathroom. When people order hibachi; she will try to rearrange everything to look pretty, lick her fingers, then put them back into the food. Isn’t that appetizing? Someone else’s saliva in your food. They also have a roach problem, in the 20-30 days that I’ve worked there, I’ve counted around seven or eight roaches. Oh yeah, and maybe I would know how to do my job if they showed me how to do everything when I first started instead of having to figure everything out myself. I fuc*ing can’t stand people. Maybe I shouldn’t bash all fobs like I have in previous blogs, but these people sure do make hard to believe there are more tolerable ones. Ugh, they make me physically sick to my stomach.

Did you ever go to school with that one popular girl? She was gifted in either cheerleading or something else that made her irresistible to guys, and you didn’t know why because her nose was always stuck in the air? Oh wait, it was because she was conventionally good looking. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, and that athletic body that made you feel bad about yourself..so bad in fact you couldn’t even bear to look at yourself in the mirror. Probably because she wore body fitting clothes that fit her every curve.

I’m not even kidding, I was ashamed of my body in high school because of girls like her. I wore my baggy black jackets because you know, black is slimming, and maybe if I wore black jackets I would look just as skinny as her. As you can imagine, this backfired. I looked either like the great pumpkin, except rotten. Don’t worry though! I had an even baggier orange jacket. I wore it….all year…even in 80-90 degree weather in the summer.

But back to her..

This girl was something else though. Even if you smiled at her, she would look straight through you as if you weren’t even there. She had popular girl syndrome, basically meaning, you were just a maggot..or worse, non existent. Don’t get me wrong though, not all the popular girls were like that. Some were extremely sweet, and were much more beautiful..most likely because their personality reflected off of their faces. I remember her making fun of my friend a lot. It went from insulting her drawings (which is the last thing you want to do to an aspiring artist), to just being a bitch. It was to the point that if I even said her name, my friend would scream “FUCK YOUUUUU” as if she were around to hear.

This girl is a world martial arts champion. She went to France when we were in high school because of her talent. She has been in commercials for LG phones doing her martial arts, if you live in NYC you might have seen her ads in time square. She has a video on YouTube with over six million views because of her martial art skills. This girl’s skills in martial arts is so great that she was even a video game character model. She made the movements for Princess Peach in some sports game. She acted in some MTV show as a stunt double, and she was in the newest episode of How I Met Your Mother. She played the girl in the casino that was the cheerleader/pornstar, probably because she was a cheerleader in real life…and is a fitness model. If I sound jealous, it’s because I am. She’s living the life I’ve always wanted.

I won’t lie, I’m kind of pissed off. It’s just because out of all the girls I went to school with, WHY HER?! I would be proud if it were ANYONE else. I had the delight of putting up with her since 6th grade through high school.

Well, okay, I guess I’m still proud that someone I went to school from my small city is making it in the big city. I just wish she wasn’t such a good for nothing snob. She has a fan page on Facebook, and when people comment on her things that she went to school with she treats them like the little people. It just irks me.

By the way, to hint who she is. If you’re a martial arts buff, you should know her boyfriend, Matt Emig. He’s apparently legendary x.x

Today has been one of those days where you want to climb on top of the tallest mountain and just scream “f———ckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”. Of course, I had to deal with fobs today at work. They wanted me to call the Pepsi company to ask why the soda dispenser nozzle wouldn’t come off…I had to stay on hold for about an hour listening to this really shitty song about Mt. Dew….that’s the ONLY song that would play. It was a mix between listening to The Brady Bunch and equal to the annoyance of a local commercial.

Later on during my day today, my mom called me five times continuously just to bi*ch me out. I’m not even sure what I did this time, but I almost slammed my head through my head through my windshield….not exactly sure what’s with me and wanting to slam my head through things this week, but it just feels like the right thing to do.
This is my favorite though. When I got home today, my mom had gone through my purse and looked at my recipes and questioned all of my purchases. I stayed at Pin’s house for a week, so I bought myself things to do/eat. She accused me of buying food for people other than myself. Excuse me. No. Insanity.

As some of you may know, I work for a Chinese couple at a sushi restaurant. I was loving it at first, but as I get exposed to these people more and more I want to rip out my hair. I’m not sure if it’s these fobby Asians inparticular, but just being around them annoys the absolute piss out of me. For those that know me in person, they know that I’m a pretty tolerant person, but I just want to lose it when I’m at work.

It’s most likely because of the language barrier. The woman that owns the place, she knows enough English to get by, but it’s barely enough to hold a simple conversation. Her husband on the other hand, let’s just say “Hi how are you” is pretty much all he can say. We charade each other all day, and it drives me crazy. I do work with a woman from Malaysia, even though her English isn’t that great, I love working with her because we can communicate quite well.

I feel that the owners of the place are too much of the stereotypical parental Asian type. They get mad at the drop of a hat. Yesterday is a great example of this. After people leave, I have to clean off the tables. This consists of removing plates, and wiping down the table. It was pretty busy, and our tables were filling up quickly. There was only two of us waiting on people, and so I didn’t really have time to be a perfectionist. I went to grab a rag from the bucket we’re supposed to use for wiping down tables. I wrung the towel out as much as I could, but the woman grabbed it from my hands and yelled “TOO MUCH WATER!!” It looked and sounded like she was about to cry. She scoffed at me, and talked to her husband in Chinese and said “Keisha *insert Chinese here*. I’m not sure what they said, but I fucking swear. To piss your pants about a towel. She squeezed the towel once…that was it. I didn’t wring out the towel one more time…ugh. I mean maybe if you didn’t sit eating yogurt all day, I would get more things done properly.

“We were stumbling through this neighborhood and thought this house would be a safe place to stay for a little bit.” Riley answered. “Yeah, okay. That’s great and all, but what’s with the gun and the bullsh*t attitude? I understand that all hell is fu*king breaking loose, but now isn’t the time to make enemies. We should be creating allies, people we can trust so we can make it out of this hell hole.” I sternly said. “You are obviously one clueless brawd. You can’t trust nobody now. This isn’t the same world we were living in just a few weeks ago. It’s survival of the fittest. I’ll shoot anyone that tries to get in my way of survival.” Riley looked at me with such fierceness in his eyes I felt my skin burn. Even with everything going on, the look in his eyes frightened me. He had eyes of a killer. When people say eyes are the windows of the soul…they apparently weren’t talking about his because there was nothing there. No sense of humanity, no sense of care, just black coals. Maybe it was because the world’s turning into such bloody war, but something was telling me he was just bad news.

“I can clearly see that the two of you don’t want to tell me anything about yourselves, but let’s just agree on backing off each other and staying out of each other’s ways..and if worst comes to worst, we’ll help each other out and go our separate ways. We don’t need to create more trouble than there already is.” I could tell Riley wasn’t really into this whole idea, but he nodded. The older man smiled at me “I don’t see the bad in that, we’ll stay out of your way.” I nodded and made a final statement before leaving the room, “Thank you. I forgot to mention, I was traveling with another survivor, he went out earlier and hasn’t come back yet. Try not to shoot anybody that comes in here..unless..you know…”
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I crept into the garage, and saw a glimpse of hope. A 1958 Chevy Camaro. I walked over to it, and opened the door. I hadn’t felt this great since I shot my first buck with my crossbow. Too bad Merle wasn’t there, probably off banging some bit*h..who knows. I saw that the keys were still in the ignition. I turned the key, but nothing happened. That’s when I saw that the car was out of gas. As much as I wanted to yell and scream, I told myself to shut up. Like I’ve been tellin myself this entire time, no use in hopin’ and prayin. Things will be just fine if I keep going. I remembered not too far out there was a gas station. If I carefully backtracked my steps I could make it back, find some gas cans and siphon some gas.

I left the garage, and scanned the streets for walkers. There was a group of around five or six to my left. There was no way I could take them all myself, so I decided to stick with weaving in and out of the houses around me. Since it was still dark out, my best bet was to rely on all of my other senses. I made it three houses down, that’s when I heard a gurgling sound from behind me. I was spotted by a walker.

It got ahold of me, and was trying to dig it’s fingers through my clothes as it snapped at me. I stumbled to the floor, no use in trying to ready my crossbow. It crawled on top of me, it felt like I was pinned down, but it was so emaciated all I had to do was push it off. Strong fucker it was. I didn’t have time to ready my crossbow, so I hastily grabbed for an arrow and continuously stabbed the fucker in the eye. It took several times for it to finally weaken and fall to the floor. When it finally did, I lifted my boot up and smashed it’s skull in. “Fuc- you”
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The Walking Dead video game has been out for almost a month now, and I’m just now jumping on the bandwagon.

You play as Lee Everett, a man convicted of murder. The game begins with him being transported from Atlanta to somewhere out of the city. The vehicle he’s being transported in suddenly gets into a car accident, and before he knows it, he’s stranded in a neighborhood infested with walkers. As he’s trying to find answers and his way out of the neighborhood, he becomes aquainted with a seven or eight year old girl named Clementine. The two of them venture out into the walker infested world, trying to make it out alive.

During the gameplay you’ll meet survivors, including Herschel and Glenn. Your interactions with each and every one of these survivors is a vital aspect of the game. You can either build or lose trust, and this can cost you in the game. Your decisions are important too, for instance, in the first episode you have to choose who to save. Even though other episodes aren’t out yet, this will definitely effect how the game will play out later.

So far I’m loving the game, but a little disappointed that it’s being released monthly. I would definitely recommend it to people who enjoy games like Heavy Rain. If you’re looking for a zombie game that’s like Left 4 Dead or Resident Evil, you probably won’t like it. It focuses more on character development rather than nonstop action. I did end up finding myself having emotional attachments to some of the characters, especially Clementine. You feel as if you are in this Walking Dead world, and every decision will effect you rather than the character. Oh and, as far as climax goes in the game, well, it’s pretty much identical to the television series…referring to waiting for Sophia’s return for half the season, then finding the second half full of action. I’m guessing each episode will be like this.

Just for another quick reference, it took me about two hours to play through the first episode. So it’s all depending if you like to scavenge through every detail in video games, because that’s how I am.

Ever since the second season of The Walking Dead, I’ve had this huge infatuation with Norman Reedus. I mean dear God, have you seen the man? He is looking pretty damn good for a 43 year old man. It’s like the equivalent to my crush in the 90′s on JC Chasez…purty bad…….yup. Well, I drew him for three or four hours. I gazed at his picture like Jack did to Rose as he looked at her bodice lmao…awkward yet? Kinda thought so. I’ll just skip to the picture for your mental well being.

Not totally identical, but who cares

My dog gave me a fat lip today. Isn’t that something you don’t hear everyday? It happened innocently I suppose you could say. She was chewing on some plastic that she stole from our trash can. I believe it was an ice cream wrapper with some ice cream still left on it.

I tried to take it out of her mouth, because I know for a fact she would have consumed it. As I tried removing the wrapper from her mouth, she growled at me as if she were going to bite me. She turned her head around, and of course, hit me square in the jaw with her thick skull. My lip released a good amount of blood.

Here’s the result:

I’ve been a big baby about it. When it comes to very noticeable injuries, I tend to get sensitive and pathetic. My lip’s swollen with a bit of crusted over blood, but that’s basically all to it. What a typical day.