Thursday, March 27, 2008

good fun times at mcdonalds


alright, how many of you have ever tried to impersonate another person or attempt an accent at any random fast food drive through? i do it every so often. i've never had anyone complain or get angry.

so last night i decide im hungry, cam, lets go! zach lets go! we drive around trying to decide what we want to eat, in the mean time we listen to zach's ridiculous love life, that's a whole other blog! anywhoo, we randomly find ourselves at mcdonalds. its midnight, maybe three cars in front of me, and maybe three employees are there. so i order with a gay lisp! i said nothing out of the ordinary that i would not have with a normal voice, other than saying "thanks sweetie" at the end. cam and zach are busting a gut and embarrassed that i did it. i think to myself no harm, i've done it before. HA HA, boy was i wrong! we get to the window to pay. the guy (no joke looked like the guy in the picture, except no big hair) tells me i was being disrespectful, and that his employees could have gotten my order wrong, and i would have come back mad at them. LMAO! what tha hell? so every one of your employees wears a head set and listens to every order? and how the hell do you deal with people who have a real gay lisp, or people who you really can't understand? i asked if he could hear me clearly, he says yes. i then ask if he got my order right, he says yes. i ask how was i being disrespectful, he says with a very angry tone (oh gosh this is classic!) "IM NOT A SWEETIE, IM A GUY!!!!!!" LMAO! i didn't know what to say, should i laugh? should i say something smartass? instead i was quiet angry and flustered with the guy. i asked him three times if he wanted an apology. he says no and continues to discipline me, i honestly did know what he wanted. finally the fourth time i ask if he wanted an apology, he says yes, out of anger i said "uh! no!" then drive off to the next window. as i get to the next window he is standing there with his hands on his hips mad as hell! i was like this closet gay mofo is gonna spit in my food then throw fries at me and scream "IM NOT A SWEETIE, IM A GUY!!". the image of him standing there staunch serious about me calling him sweetie will forever haunt me. he was pissed! and he had every right to be. "WHY ARE YOU GUYS SUCH JERKS?!" is what comes out of his mouth. ugh, first of all, i ordered like any normal person did except with a lisp and saying "thanks sweetie". second, i was friendly and very nice until your retarded logic came into play. third, you guys? it was just me doing all the talking. fourth, dude, get over yourself, you ain't that manly. fifth, ha ha, you got owned with a gay lisp! cam thinks i offended his masculinity, zach says *asain accent* he's just stupid (typical answer for everything), i say, maybe he thought i was making fun of his lisp. whatever the case, it was a fun, frustrating, and a fulfilling night. thanks mcdonalds drive through guy, all i was doing was ordering with a lisp.

Friday, March 14, 2008

songs withhold memories...

lately i feel like a bum since i discovered blogging! i now spend whatever extra time i have reading and creating blogs. i'm lame i know! anywhoo, today the lameness resulted me looking up videos of my favorites songs that have gotten me through tough times. they hold memories of hard times, good times, and times of lessons taught. warning, they can get boring, but its something for me to do at the moment.

tori amos, love her!! she is my all time favorite artist.


tori amos, GOD


tori amos, crucify


massive attack, tear drop


jude, i know

Thursday, March 13, 2008

so bored!!!!

i did not make the water as cold as i wanted, had no ice!!!! ugh!!!! this is for the farting!

the day starts out good...

im still learning this crap, video is blurry i know, im from the damn reservation, what do u expect...

Sunday, March 9, 2008

honesty never valued...



so, i somewhat pride myself in trying to be as honest as i possibly can. there are times it has gotten me into trouble but in the end never fails me. i love honesty, i strive for it. i love when people can be honest with me. i dont understand lies and liers, especially amounst your closest friends. i feel a certain amount of security ensures atleast a little bit of loyalty. yet i find an "honest friend" hard to find. why is it ok for them to lie to me, but not ok for me to be honest with them? is my honesty worth nothing? and why is their lying worth everything? keeping secrets and telling lies seems to keep the world from not ending but at the same time honesty ends or crushes a persons world. i feel what keeps a person afloat is to be as honest as you can. admit faltering, but strive to be better. family and friends, honesty has value, try it, it works.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

farting is classic but enough is enough...


the sweet sound of cheeks clapping when wind dances past the crack of a butt can be memorable. now i grew up in a family of farters which makes me a little tolerant of farting than most. you all remember julio? the retarded roommate / friend. well i've determined he is one of the most disgusting people i know. i swear julio never wipes or cleans his septic tank. i believe the smell comes from years of carrion, contamination, corruption, crud*, defilement, dregs, dung, excrement, feces, feculence, filthiness, foul matter, foulness, garbage, grime, impurity, mire, muck, mud, nastiness, ordure, pollution, putrefaction, putrescence, putridity, refuse, rottenness, scuzz, sediment, sewage, silt, sleaze, slime, slop, sludge, slush, smut, trash, not to mention uncleanness build up. simply put, julio's farts are rank! he constantly reminds of whom is in the room at the time "oh, i farted" then have to smell that manure sediment in the air, literally smell manure sediment in the air. it's bad enough that i have to live in the same apartment. i love the guy so much i've stepped it up to share a room with him and endure sleepless smelly nights, days i need to walk around with a gas mask, even wake up to the pleasant aroma of julio's insides. i've done everything to try to get him to stop. i've sprayed him down with fabreeze, tell him he smells, berate him with endless mockery and rude comments (you all know i sometimes don't hold back), banned him from farting in the room, spray him with nasty smelling cologne, scream profanity while he sleeps and wake him up and i've even tried to publicly humiliate him. that disgusting, nauseous, foul-smelling, brazilian has an ego / pride surrounded by an ocean, the grand canyon, and a damn iron great wall of china. his damn ego / pride is the effing 8th wonder of the world, nothing penetrates it. just a little advice, buy some rid-x. damn his rotting flatulence. farting is classic, but enough is enough! did i mention julio inspired me to support THE CLEAN AIR CAMPAIGN.