me so sorry.
apparently, the day that I scooped up Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon from Circuit City, Julius Carry, the guy that played the role of Sho-Nuff in the movie….went home to glory. aww lawwwwd, WHY?!?! take me instead, lawd….and so on and so forth.
so…yea, i think i killed him. somehow.
anywho. i’ve soooo much to catch up on. i last blogged three Lil Kim noses ago and so much has happened since then. forgive me. i’ll try to recap as much as possible before i lay it on down for the night.
i’ll start from today. as i mentioned previously, i am working in a restaurant at the Tennis US Open in Queens. i expect to make stoopid paper during the next days. i recently discovered that all of the Newport smoking, box wine drankin’, fuzzy braid wearing social rejects i encountered during the job interview/cattle call were distributed to the dozens of concessions stands, dumping trashcans, or washing dishes. fine by me. my judgemental ass could not IMAGINE 90% of these individuals within 50 feet of consumable food. Ugh. oh, the woes of being uppity. le sigh.
after days of training, our restaurant opened today. day one. chaos everywhere. fucked up orders. skipped orders. miserable self-hating, manless, nappy-haired white women managers from Florida who spend free time moonlighting as dick-sucking vampires, attacking harmless employees in broom closets. and Rhonda.
Rhonda is the server’s assistant assigned to my area of the floor today. a nice woman, i’m sure. violently protruding teeth aside, i’m sure she’s great. (did i mention i’m judgemental?) we introduced ourselves to one another this morning…
me: “hey…i’m Alex. a server. are you my servers’ assistant?”
Rhonda: “mmmhmm. yea, i’m Rhonda. and I don’t know what I’m doing.”
well…needless to say, the day was interesting. chaos, chaos, and more chaos. good money though. white folks with disposable income and black AMEX cards. ugh. more to come on this.
and….a few other tidbits.
spotted these lovebirds in Union Square a few weeks ago.
Her: so fresh and clean displaying those panty draws para todo el mundo.
and him: with the underbite of death. DON’T let this man get a grip on your ankle or fingertip. its a WRAP!
spotted THIS bird in Union Square, with my FAVORITE thing….BLONDE [fake] HURR. oww!!
AND this fool, for daring to be seen with such a fool.
on a recent trip to Alice Mae’s/Bessie Anne’s/Sally Ruth’s or whatever soul food joint in Harlem with Alana, Dre, and Royce….
we spotted Big Mama Mammary Gland (Sherri Sheppard from the View) leaving with her beloved Jeffrey (curly-headed 2 y/o son). my otherwise perfect camera game was lacking this day.
some shots from chasing down rejects in Times Square:
i dunno why i took this….i just thinks he looks insane:
there’s a LOT more to update…but i have to be clocked in and ready to work in 7.5 hours. and 1 of those hours will be spent on a train. oh joy.
later for now fam.
1. save a life. kick a hoodrat.
EDIT: and…i just remembered that the miserable ass manager (with the nappy hair) ran up on me screaming “EARRINGS! EARRINGS! OUT! PLEASE!”. i’m thinking: “girl shut up! we don’t open for another two damn hours.”
and in the hustle and bustle of the damn day…..
i threw away both my earring and bar for my industrial piercing.
and so now my life’s mission is to make her miserable life even more miserable…er.
off to work.