November 23rd, 2009
Oh hey journal... POSTED AT 03:35 AM What's up? It's been a minute, haha. Actually it's only been a week, but considering the events in my life change astoundingly fast and drama is always just around the bend... haha, well, things happen. Let's get caught up, shall we? Wellllllll I am now officially, a Hooters Girl! Server trained, certified, all that jazz! I take my first two tables on Wednesday. Now confessions... I cheated on two out of the 5 tests. Bad, bad, bad, but encouraged by two of my coworkers... I'm sure this will bite me in the ass if I don't study sufficiently before my next shift, ha.
Suzy and I have been getting close lately, we've been hanging out more frequently, she's a doll, sort of dim, but a sweetheart. I know it may sound harsh for me to call my friend "dim," but allow me to explain. As gorgeous and funny as she is, she's not all there in a rational sense. Aside from her terrifying driving habits (tailgating, texting while driving, fumbling around with her playlist as we continue to swerve out of our lane), she informed me of her rather haphazard sexual habits which both amazed and bewildered me. She had gotten pregnant before, and induced a miscarriage by hitting her stomach and praying for one. Yeah, she dropped this while we're speeding along precariously towards State. Then she told me that her and her most recent ex would have sex all the time... without a condom... she's not on the pill. Umm. WRONG. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG, you were pregnant before, and you just let him cum on your stomach, in the hopes that he didn't precum inside you and IMPREGNATE you. I just stared at her with my jaw dropped and babbled something about how bad that is and how she MUST be more careful. "Yeah you would think I learned from the first time..." "Why didn't you just get an abortion?" "I don't really believe in that." UHHHH YOU SORT OF INDUCED AN ABORTION ANYWAYS SOOOO... ahh Suzy. My crazy/beautiful coworker. She boasts about being liked by all the managers, that Mark let her take the menu test 6 times even though the allotment is usually 3 - but I think they like her because she's gorgeous but simple, she'll do what she's told without objection.
It's funny cause the day before my last shift, I was studying and I got this IM from Chris. Earlier last week I'd snapped at him because of his lack of availability for our, well to say it blatantly, booty calls. After pissing Ed off, my sex life has been reduced dramatically, and a horny Destiny is not a very friendly one, but I guess I've been putting the energy to productive use. Haha. Anyways, with Chris denying me two days in a row, I was done with him, and I told him I was done with trying. So Thursday night, I was surprised to receive an invite to come over to his house. I made myself up quickly and raced over to his place, where we had a pleasantly rough and passionate sack session. Friday training at work was going perfect up until a dude from the bar bounded away from his seat and slammed me into a lower chair, crunching my ribs and nearly knocking me to the ground. I had to report the incident to the medical nurse affiliated with Hooters, in case this work related injury gets worse... it hurt so bad, I didn't go to work the next day... which would have been my first day of taking tables. Cool. I did get an oil change done though. Success. Saturday I went to the gym (minimal work out due again to bruised ribs) and I impulsively called Carmela for lunch. This is called Day of Compulsive Actions in my calendar. We talked for a long time about her Justin and my Aaron, and she encouraged me to text him for a booty call. Of course, I was all about this plan. Let me explain further that Aaron began talking to me again, beginning last Monday. Obviously, my lust for Aaron has not subsided, but my like for him, has actually faded. (Although he did just IM me on facebook which sorta caused my heart to palpitate - that would happen as I boast about being over him). I went to a party first at Hardy, he was closing at work, so I preoccupied my time with Sierra and Suzy there. We got Trujilos after which was divine... I ran into T-bo there, we had our awkward/insane sexual chemistry moment, and then fun time began when Aaron texted me back at 1145:
We had fun, he's all about foreplay man... I can't deal with so much, I'm all about the act itself lol. I think I actually dozed off as we were fooling around. GIVE ME A BREAK, I got there around 1245, I chugged Malibu, and then we watched TV... I was seriously exhausted from the day, plus I think my bruised ribs are trying to recover. Anyways. When we actually got around to the dick sucking and so forth (hahaha Carmela has me talking so blatantly again) he flipped me into 69 - one of my least favorite positions ever. And then there was reverse cowgirl, smooth segue, however again, not one of my favorites - too impersonal, and plus my ass is like in his face. Although it's a lot more toned now, I gym it so much now... hahaha. So this morning... I grabbed all my shit and bounced, didn't wake him up... just hit the road. It was kinda badass and cowardly all at once, but I'd like to stick with badass. I left him a text message saying I wasn't trying to be rude, I didn't want to wake him up, and to hold on to my movie for me. He sent me a text tonight saying he needed his rest, and next time we should do it earlier... he correctly assumes I'm down to fuck him again haha. Happily ever after... except not even lol. Hmm. What else... I don't work Thanksgiving. I'm taking my mom to see New Moon, I think we'll have fun. Haha she's been so good to me lately, helped me study for all my Hooters stuff:
And this message is for Sylvia Aziz! I appreciate the comment, I'm glad my chaotic and rather ridiculous interactions with guys has been of some help/amusement to you, hahaha I'm flattered, I tried to find you on facebook as you suggested but came up with quite a few results, feel free to leave your url! This entry contained scripting, which has been removed for your safety. Click here to see the entry in its entirety. Currently Reading: Currently Listening: Benny Benassi - Illusion Mood: 1 Own(s) me.
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November 11th, 2009
Concerned. POSTED AT 03:15 AM Okay so Hooter girl gossip is interesting. Apparently Erika, the girl I got hired with, isn't doing too hot in the serving department. This concerns me, because the other girls are judging her performance and reporting it back to the managers. "She's not ready to be on the floor." I do not want this to happen to me, especially hearing it from Liana who I've grown to respect, a great deal. Her personality and style is perfection, she has a class and sophistication, as well as professionalism, that many of the 20 year old CT's can't match. I'm scared of not doing well. With these tables, it's all in my hands. I need to get my spiel down. I need to get more confidence. I need to get my shit together. Which is why this entry won't be longer, I'm going to go study. Training so far, has been quite intimidating. Currently Reading: Currently Listening: Mood: pressure |
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November 5th, 2009
lol POSTED AT 10:50 PM Robert
oh now your ignoring me eh?
6:31pmDestiny
I had to make soup
and no i have not
I don't like paying for movies
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November 4th, 2009
Hair. POSTED AT 06:28 AM
By Chris Rock's "Good Hair", and Tyra's segment on it, "What is Good Hair?"
So in the black community, "good hair" is seriously a crazy issue.
Having not grown up around many black people, I wasn't exposed to relaxers early on, or even hot tools. However this didn't mean that I was not ridiculed. Having grown up in a predominantly white environment, my multi-cultural background gave way to white culture, which often has no idea what to think of me, and additionally, my seemingly eccentric hair.
As a child, my mother did the best she could, keeping my hair in braids and and ponytails. My hair has always been incredibly long for a "black girl", due primarily to my Filipina, Spanish, and Tlingit heritage. However recently... I've become addicted to hair extensions, due largely in part to seeing white people use them. Funny, huh? Cause most hair pieces I've ever heard of have been used by African Americans.
Now I refuse to call them weaves - those are traditionally sewn or glued into the hair. The types I use are clip in - no damage done to the hair, you just clip in the wefts and take them out at the end of the day. It dramatically changes my look, and for some funny reason, I feel more attractive and desirable with these hair pieces in. It's why I think I got the job at Hooters, actually.
This is old:
I feel like in order to be wanted, I must be straightened and styled to be accepted. Isn't that interesting? The one awful thing about hair extensions... or a woman's weave... are those times when you're trying to be intimate. Flashbacks to Aaron trying to run his fingers through my hair as I went down on him. Dodging bullets I was... you can only imagine.
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October 30th, 2009
I'M TRAINING TO SERVE!!! POSTED AT 05:21 AM Next week. I am so fucking excited. Finally, after a year of bullshit at the lob, I get down to the nitty gritty at Hooters. ... <3 YAYYYYYY PS HALLOWEEN WEEKEND WILL BE EPIC! <3 Currently Reading: Currently Listening: Mood: |
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October 28th, 2009
Blackbook. POSTED AT 07:13 AM
This entry contains sexually explicit information that can be offensive to some people.
Please don't read it if you can't handle it.
I'm not big on foreplay. I like it hard and rough. And I like to feel dominated. I like names, slapping, biting, massaging, and hair pulling. And moaning is my favorite
Haha. This is funny to me.
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October 28th, 2009
Have you ever been with a black guy? POSTED AT 05:10 AM This entry contained scripting, which has been removed for your safety. Click here to see the entry in its entirety. Currently Reading: Currently Listening: Mood: amused |
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