Name:     blue star
IP:       129.120.64.10
Subject:  yet another rant (sorry)
Email:    bluestarliz@hotmail.com
Website:  http://
Article:
yes, definately big wet kisses to Kenny for having this page.  I'm trying rather unsuccessfully
to learn html (set back in part by school computers that are fucking retarded) and am beginning
to see the amount of work that can go into something like this.  That said, I'm going to rant
now; I figure I have every right in the world to with all the crap I'm dealing to.
Today, I get to work and the first thing anyone says to me is that as of Monday, cashiers at Wal
Mart are no longer allowed to have facial piercings.  Now this wouldn't be an issue except that
my nose is freshly pierced and I can't leave a ring out of it without fear of it closing up. 
We're also not allowed to have tongue rings, and I would rather get fired than take out over
$100 worth of piercings, thank you very much, even though I need the money desperately.  So I'm
thinking about letting myself get fired and getting a job as a telemarketer for the last bit of
summer.  Hopefully my nose will be better by the end of school and I can take it out to work a
job during the summer (and not at fucking WalMart).  [side note--I can't type for shit when I'm
pissed off]
Today was really bad at work too.  too many customers and a lot of them were really mean.  I got
my lunch break 25 minutes too early (a bad thing since it just means the second part of work is
worse) and then during my lunch break I ended up crying all over Joe.  I realized I was in no
shape to deal with the saturday evening rush, so i turned in my till and was like "I can't do
this" and told on of the nice supervisors that I was thinking about quitting, and she was like,
"yah, maybe you should, since you are always upset and it seems every time I see you you're
crying," which isn't the case of course, but this was the second time in a week I've gone home
from work in tears and I don't really cry too much.  I really hate working and going to school. 
And then when I'm home, the god damn TV is on and Jabba the Hut is sitting on the couch reading
romance novels out loud and listening to the Backstreet Boys on my clock radio really loud.  And
she gets up too early in the morning and she stays up too late and won't she get a fucking
job?!?  Arhg....I appologize....I'm getting really worked up here.  I think I'll go now and play
Thousand Arms.  I like that game.  It's kind of dumb, but it's as addictive as crack.
--Liz--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
                    Replying to Original Article:*thinks fondly on the abuse handed down to
Kenny by derek at the lasagna dinner*
anyways, right On derek...this board rocks. and Kenny, you are by far the single person I admire
the most, truely.  thanks for putting so much work into this page on top of all you have to do,
good luck in all your endeavors, see you in may