posted on October 08, 2003 @ 7:41 a.m.
"forsaken," vnv nation
well, well. let us see. at the garage i worked at on friday (PG5/manor garage/MAG � the garages now have, like all other ut buildings, at least three names), there were events. i ended up having it all closed by 9:30 p.m. and ventured to PG4/27th street garage/TSG to perform a lot check.
the person working was cindy, a proud christian with two teenage daughters (one a step-daughter) and, uh, some other younger kid. maybe a boy. anyway, after the lot check, as i was calling to make sure it was ok for me to leave then at 10:00, she said, "i'll tell you something sweet i heard today when you finish your call." well, mrs. brahmell (sp!) mows lawns on the weekends and teaches for austin ISD in addition to her three-day position at the garages. she was calling her husband to ask the final number of lawn requests for the next morning, but he said he did them all (four) that afternoon so she wouldn't have to.
somehow we got into this conversation about her past relationships, how she was too immature for her first marriage, and her eight-year abusive relationship that followed only ended when a friend saw him hit her and make her bleed and called the cops. i told her how terrible my dad was to my mom, and how i now know if anyone ever disrespects me � "physically or emotionally," she interjected � i'm going to hit them and tell them to never talk to me again. she talked about how her husband always does things like that (the lawns) for her, and he loves being a father. i told her i'm so afraid to have children because most people i know and myself have crappy fathers; i'd have to be with them a very long time before i decided to procreate with them. somewhere in here is when she gave me a one-handed hug that turned into a full hug, complete with a heart-felt squeeze. she told me not to give up hope, that she knew one day i'd meet someone as perfect as her husband. i said, "i just have to wade through all the stupid ones first. it seems your suffering truly paid off." as i was walking out the door, she told me her plans for the next morning: her husband ordered her a hammock from south america for her birthday, so they were going to enjoy the sunshine and cool weather. "that sounds beautiful," i said with a smile. she waved. "just don't lose hope. the good ones are out there."
this all did, briefly, make me feel a little better. but let's face it, boys and girls, it only emphasized i was going home to an empty place. jennifer and va went to a dynamite boy show, so i bought some mint chocolate chip ice cream and watched fox. as the re-run of the 9 o'clock news came to an end at 2:00 a.m., cat called. then jennifer got home. she'd just gotten back from kerbey lane, but i convinced her to go back with cat and me. she said my mohawk boy was working, so i got excited since i can't recall the last time i saw him.
his mohawk was flaccid beneath a bandana, but he was in his usual camo shorts, big army boots and glasses. i also saw mine and cat's waiter from last weekend, who shaves his head and has two little "horns" of red hair and whose name, i learned, is matt. last week i made his face out of construction paper and left it with the tip. cat said matt didn't charge for his drink because i asked what color matt's eyes are. anyway, after he brought us our drinks, he said to me, "thanks for that construction paper me. i really liked it."
as i added sweet 'n low to my tea, i smiled and said "thanks" as friendly as i could and was grateful i didn't feel the burning in my cheeks until he walked away. he was really nice, though, and didn't charge us for any of the drinks. all i had for him this time was a pack of orange pez, and i took a chocolate-covered pretzel and chocolate-covered oreo from jennifer to give him. he brought us a big bag of chips even though i didn't ask for them. one day, we'll have babies.
saturday night i watched since you were gone, which was funny. jennifer and i went to stephanie's around 11:15 p.m. for her belated birthday party for her brother, matt. it was interesting. i saw both cameron and noah's asses, and was mildly molested by cameron a couple more times.
sunday was spent sleeping. va, marjan, and michael, marjan's boyfriend, came over. marjan, because she's the coolest persian this side of the mississippi, bought me batman and superman lunchboxes for my birthday. aww. they rock. she and her boyfriend left after a while cause she's really sick. me, va and jennifer had drunk a wee bit and took half shots of everclear, but i just got kind of warm and content. we watched identity, which was okay except for the last 20 minutes or so, and house of 1000 corpses. i liked the latter. when va left, we watched drainiacs ("they'll suck the life out of you!"), the shittiest movie ever, and when jenn went to bed i watched crash, which is just some lame shit that belongs on skinemax. james spader making out with another guy, though � that was quality. :purrs:
the bus driver bit is long and uninteresting, but she troubled jennifer so i felt obligated to give her a hard time. "i need to get out."
"use the back door."
"thank you for being so nice."
"you're welcome."
"bitch."
i spit it out all ghetto style. there was so much i'd planned to say, but just looking at her made me so mad.
jenn: "god, tima, stop it! i can't live like this!"
me: "does this mean we're getting a divorce?"
<3, chels.
p.s. � i never wrote about the guy i saw almost die. he was trying to be hot shit downtown at 2:00 a.m. on the weekend (a complete madhouse). he sped past me and across traffic turning the wrong way down 5th, and when his motorcycle fell sideways because he turned too sharply, a taxi ran over it. this was like 10 feet from me, and my window was down so i could hear it, so being the girl i am i screamed. then i saw the guy get up from the other side of the car; he'd rolled off his bike and missed being run over literally by inches.
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