With the public people in the public places publicly.
Why? Because working with “The GP” gives me tourettes. Now, I’m not playin’ y’all. I’m not saying that to be mean to tourettes sufferers. And I’m not just saying that because some tourettes sufferers say curse words or inappropriate things. No, when I’m out with these people, I have other issues. Tics. Things I can’t control.
Maybe I have social anxiety. But I’m not really that way around other situations....just when I’m working. I have work tourettes.
Examples:
* I see someone walking down the aisle and I say to them, “Hi! Are you finding everything okay?” Now y’all should know by now that I do not give two shits about whether they’re finding things okay. It just comes out of my mouth without me even knowing until it is out.
* I walk up to the counter and I smile. WTF? I KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME. I DON’T SPONTANEOUSLY SMILE AT PEOPLE EVER.
* I’ll help a customer and be all smiley, selling, selling, smile, smile, thanks, smile, smile, have a great day, smile, smile. Then I turn around and I feel like my head is going to explode unless I make a face that tells other around me just how much I fucking hate “The GP.”
* If someone asks me for something that I don’t really want to do or asks me to go somewhere that I don’t want to go, I curse (you KNEW cursing was going to show up eventually, right?)...I curse enough to make a sailor blush.
So you see, there is no way that I should be allowed out in public. I never know how I’ll react to the ignorance of some people. Some people make my eye twitch. Some people make me spontaneously smile. And if you know a SINGLE THING about me, you’ll know that I AM NOT LIKE THAT EVER. That both an eye twitch and a smile are, in my book, equally horrifying. I’m pretty sure I need to be medicated.
this is now. I got my hair did, y’all! I finally found someone to cut it so I didn’t have a mullet or something worse. But really? Is there anything worse than a mullet? I mean, I come from the LAND OF MULLETS so I know they suck pretty hard.
Anyway, my new hairs:
And here I was. In my High School Senior photograph from 1990. I didn’t realize I was so fat in high school! I mean, I wasn’t really fat but my face...well, it must be holding on to some baby fat or something. My cheeks aren’t that puffy now and I’m WAY bigger than I was in high school!
Keep in mind that this is a photograph of a photograph so the quality is notsogood.
Anyway, thought you’d all enjoy my BIG ASS PERMED HAIR. *snort* 
So, like Happy Halloween and stuff, y’all. I’m not one to dress up or one to pass out candy to beggars...but I do love dressing up my dog. LOL!
You KNEW it was coming, right? Of course you did.
So, anyway, here is Dixie’s costume for this year. Actually, it is a bit large for her but the Small looked so little and the medium is what I usually buy her...but I guess I should have gotten the small. I mean, I can alter it and take in the straps and stuff...but yeah, I’m kinda lazy.
Isn’t this a look? LOL! She looks so put-out by it. heh Actually, she was in hate with standing on the folding table. She knows when she stands on the folding table that she is either getting her nails clipped or brushed with THE OMFG RAKE...which isn’t a rake but is just a comb that strips her undercoat. Anyway, she hates it.
I guess I could have brushed her hair but that would have added to the trauma of being on the table.
I LOVE this picture of her. This is the look she gives me when she thinks I’m being a FUCKWITTED MORON.
And this one! With the ears...they make me LOL to death!
So yeah anyway, Happy Halloween. Have fun taking your children to strange houses and begging for food. Hope that works out for ya’.
I was grocery shopping earlier and noticed this soup on the shelf. It was so sad. I wanted to buy them all up so I could turn that frown upside down.
What the fuck am I talking about?
This:
Is it me or is that Creamy Sweet Corn Soup frowning? :(
