TARGETS

how do you know me? how do you see my blog? i must be pretty special huh if you happen to see this blog! wow! how do you even know my name? that is odd! odd indeed! how do these people know of my blog!?? geez am i that special? golly! this is incredible. oh the guy called one of the girls, hey 'fat girl' FAT GIRL?! REALLY? after i blogged about a bunch of fat girls! one of them has ham hogs stuffed into her jeans, no shape of an ass at all, she acts like a thug, she does have a pretty face tho and red hair but she is a FAT GIRL! the other one reminds me of that one SNL actor (moynahan?) that guy but as a girl, there is a nother girl just like her at this job! what is with all these fat, horrid girls!??

the girl asked a table i was sitting at for lunch, 'is anyone sitting here?" as if she may of wanted to sit down, instead, she grabbed the chair and brought it to another table. straight out of a mean girls movie. the thing is, she seems nice and if i was not singled out, i would probably talk to her but whatever.

i talk to the ladies who are around me, thing is, i am worried about next week. i have to remind augie that i will need a week off....

after the first week i then get transferred to the ASP facility, and work release. i am so not sure what to expect tho!?? i mean, i have no clue!??!?

i do like this job, despite the pawns...i mean, it was fine till, once again, the end of the day, and that guy with the jester cap that he wears once again, said, 'hey fat girl' to the fat girl.

that guy needs to be executed. just kidding but he does need to be taught a lesson. he is dropping the bomb too much and now i realize that all my suspicions are true.

am i flattered? no, i am not. however, this all adds up to me one day writing about all this.

other than that, work is, well...work!? i mean, i have a nice spot i like, (i dont want to lose that spot :( ) picking and packing. picking cookies and bars and placing them into the box. if i just work amongst myself, do my thing...(i really  do not care to sit with anyone and chitter chatter about how to make spaghetti sauce) at lunch. i mean, i want to blend it. i just want to blend in!

i am fine, but seriously, i mean....HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM HUH!??

PLEASE, ANSWER THIS! damn man!