So, over the past few weeks or so, things have steadily gotten worse. I was fired, then got my job back. No less than 8 days later, I got fired again! Me and 'date' broke up, because he was a super dick and is apparently quite racist. So, bye bye 'date'. Moving on to 'handsome', he and I no longer speak, but during the past few weeks, we had been acting like an actual couple. He bought me lunch at Denny's, paid for one of my packs of cigarettes, and kissed me a lot, hugged me a lot, and so on. It was nice. However, I came across someone that I hadn't talked to for a very long time, who will be named 'buff boy' for the purpose of this blog, because I can't think of anything better. 'Buff boy' asked me on a date, which had to be rescheduled twice because my mom is a little too fucking strict.
All in all, the date was awesome. We went to the gym, had leg day, which was torture, but I love leg day so it wasn't too terrible. After the gym, he dropped me off so I could shower and change and he could do the same, then we went to Five Guys to eat and he loved it! Then we went to a chocolate bar and I ate sooooo much chocolate, I felt sort of sick. And lastly on our date, we went to smoke hookah. I had a blast and I enjoyed my time with him. So, because I am feeling so close to 'buff boy', I decided to stop talking to 'handsome' and all my other 'hoes'. And now, 'buff boy' and I miss each other all the time and even though we went to the gym today, I already miss him.
So, I have nothing else to bitch about because not much else has happened because my grandfather has becoming an asshole recently, but, that's another story entirely.
Bye, my three readers...
Monday, June 1, 2015
Friday, May 8, 2015
Blah - 05-08-2015
In my last post, I mentioned that I have the potential to be quite a bitch. Well, today I hardly even saw a manager, for once in pretty much my entire career at where I work. However, a woman who was hired about two weeks ago (and for the purpose of this blog will be called 'old bitch'), decided to get one of my friends fired for NO fucking reason. She lied to our GM, thus, my friend, who will be referred to as 'skinny dude', is now fired. According to 'skinny dude', he went off on 'old bitch', the assistant managers who fired him, and plans to come back to speak to the GM tomorrow or the next day.
This just proves that any retail job is hell, people suck, and most of all, don't trust 'old bitch'.
On to the next bit of news, my date went pretty well. Myself and my date went to the local-ish Asian mall. Aside from smelling horrible, the mall was pretty interesting. We bought some Matcha Kit-Kat and strawberry Pocky. After we decided that it smelled fucking terrible and furthermore, to leave, we went to a local regular mall. Thank god it smelled like cinnamon and that terrible cologne from Abercrombie and Fitch, along with the smell of new clothing. He bought me a pair of Vans, a corset, and one of those sets of couples necklaces.
As I had assumed, he's very affectionate and also very eager for our relationship to become serious. It's not really bothering me too much, but it's pretty.... Strange.
Today was a pretty boring day, but when I got a text this morning from my... Let's call him 'handsome'... Friend, for the time being, saying, "Good morning sunshine". Seems he likes to call me sunshine, and I sort of like it. He may be forty-eight, but I do not care. He's my height, has a mostly-grey gotee, salt and pepper hair, three tattoos, one of a welder (because he used to be a welder), a panther, and praying hands with a rosary, and he's strong. Really strong. Not to mention he may be hispanic, but he's got a somewhat... Country accent and it's damn sexy. He actually kisses me all the time, which, the first time, I didn't expect one bit, but it's nice.
Aside from 'handsome','date', and my friend getting fired, it's been a boring ass day.
I'll leave you all alone now, pretty sure my three readers (I gained two more after my last blog post, thanks so much you two) are dying of boredom now. Night night.
This just proves that any retail job is hell, people suck, and most of all, don't trust 'old bitch'.
On to the next bit of news, my date went pretty well. Myself and my date went to the local-ish Asian mall. Aside from smelling horrible, the mall was pretty interesting. We bought some Matcha Kit-Kat and strawberry Pocky. After we decided that it smelled fucking terrible and furthermore, to leave, we went to a local regular mall. Thank god it smelled like cinnamon and that terrible cologne from Abercrombie and Fitch, along with the smell of new clothing. He bought me a pair of Vans, a corset, and one of those sets of couples necklaces.
As I had assumed, he's very affectionate and also very eager for our relationship to become serious. It's not really bothering me too much, but it's pretty.... Strange.
Today was a pretty boring day, but when I got a text this morning from my... Let's call him 'handsome'... Friend, for the time being, saying, "Good morning sunshine". Seems he likes to call me sunshine, and I sort of like it. He may be forty-eight, but I do not care. He's my height, has a mostly-grey gotee, salt and pepper hair, three tattoos, one of a welder (because he used to be a welder), a panther, and praying hands with a rosary, and he's strong. Really strong. Not to mention he may be hispanic, but he's got a somewhat... Country accent and it's damn sexy. He actually kisses me all the time, which, the first time, I didn't expect one bit, but it's nice.
Aside from 'handsome','date', and my friend getting fired, it's been a boring ass day.
I'll leave you all alone now, pretty sure my three readers (I gained two more after my last blog post, thanks so much you two) are dying of boredom now. Night night.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Second Post - 05-06-2015
First off, I’d like you to disregard everything you think you may know about me and start over. For all intents and purposes, my name is Saiyuri. Yes, I know it’s the name of that girl from Memoirs of a Geisha, but that’s one of my favorite movies, I love it, I love her, so live with it. As I’m writing this, my second entry on this page that only has roughly fifty page views and one follower, I’m drinking some strawberry kiwi sparkling water and watching some mind-numbing TV show.
Let’s be super honest, who the fuck even cares about this blog, other than myself? Not a single person, however, I do.
As I go through my life, I’m slowly learning things about myself. For example, I’m a bitchy, self-centered cunt. I don’t work well with most women at my job, and the majority of the men I work with are either trying to fuck me, are married (or otherwise taken), or are creepy and old. As far as the bitchy part goes, I’m very easily pissed off, in certain ways. If a manager pisses me off at work, then I’m most definitely going to tell them off for what they’ve fucked me over for. So, needless to say, I have my issues. Self-centeredness is probably one of my worst problems. I tend to be selfish, even though I try hard not to be. In fact, tomorrow, I plan to make a little pit stop to a Buddhist temple in my area and give twenty dollars to the monks for no fucking reason at all, except that I can afford to do so.
So, moving on to what happened today, since I’m sure my one reader must be dying from the suspense. Today, I spent the whole day trying to clean the house and get it ready for my new boyfriend to visit me. We’ve only been together for a week or so, but today was the first time we’ve met in person, and he’s actually two inches shorter than me. Which is honestly no big deal, but I wasn’t expecting it, is all.
He’s very sweet and shows me a lot of affection, which I like. However, he’s very…. Eager for our relationship to become serious and quickly so. I’m a little worried about it and I am going to continue to spend time with him, but I hope he doesn’t get too clingy.
We’re going on a date tomorrow to the local Chinatown mall and then to see a movie. I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.
Let’s be super honest, who the fuck even cares about this blog, other than myself? Not a single person, however, I do.
As I go through my life, I’m slowly learning things about myself. For example, I’m a bitchy, self-centered cunt. I don’t work well with most women at my job, and the majority of the men I work with are either trying to fuck me, are married (or otherwise taken), or are creepy and old. As far as the bitchy part goes, I’m very easily pissed off, in certain ways. If a manager pisses me off at work, then I’m most definitely going to tell them off for what they’ve fucked me over for. So, needless to say, I have my issues. Self-centeredness is probably one of my worst problems. I tend to be selfish, even though I try hard not to be. In fact, tomorrow, I plan to make a little pit stop to a Buddhist temple in my area and give twenty dollars to the monks for no fucking reason at all, except that I can afford to do so.
So, moving on to what happened today, since I’m sure my one reader must be dying from the suspense. Today, I spent the whole day trying to clean the house and get it ready for my new boyfriend to visit me. We’ve only been together for a week or so, but today was the first time we’ve met in person, and he’s actually two inches shorter than me. Which is honestly no big deal, but I wasn’t expecting it, is all.
He’s very sweet and shows me a lot of affection, which I like. However, he’s very…. Eager for our relationship to become serious and quickly so. I’m a little worried about it and I am going to continue to spend time with him, but I hope he doesn’t get too clingy.
We’re going on a date tomorrow to the local Chinatown mall and then to see a movie. I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.
Saiyuri~
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