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iTOREtheSKY
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hahahahahaha you have a WEIRD way of showing love my friend!
I know. lol I'm kinda sorry. I guess it's all that Pod Racing I did as a kid. Musta breathed in too many fumes.
hahahahahaha you have a WEIRD way of showing love my friend!
Did anyone hear that a USA team member had to break his way out of his bathroom in Sochi? So many things have gone wrong... Doesn't the Olympic committee have supervisors who check up on the site? Who make sure buildings have all the walls they should, who make sure doors unlock, cars are able to park, and the mafia doesn't try to collect "protection" money?
Math is kicking me in the teeth. I'm gonna have a looot of playing catch up to do.
*strolls in* Did somebody say lightsaber? Hardcore star wars fan right here
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I'm at a new branch for work now, so I'm getting used to all the customers. It's a little intimidating for me when the other tellers know all these people by name and can be chatty with them and I'm just standing there, all awkward and trying to join in when I can. I know that all comes with time. I just hate it in the meantime.
One young lady came in today. Cute and sweet as could be. She had a bunch of cash to deposit, a lot of $1 bills. After she left, I asked the other tellers if she was a waitress or something. One of them looked up and sort of hesitated. I said, "Oh...she's the other thing." What brings in $1 bills are waitresses...and strippers. She's a pole dancer.
And I actually got kind of mad. Not at her, not even at the men who come to watch her (I mean, sort of at that, but not to the point where I don't see them as humans with hurting souls). Not at the fact that she can make more in a weekend than I do in a week (I used to be bothered by that, but honestly her respect, dignity, and body are worth more than that, a worth not put into cash), I was just...upset that it's a thing. I know it's not really anything new, someone choosing to sell their body in exchange for money. But it bothered me. I think I will be praying for her.
I'm at a new branch for work now, so I'm getting used to all the customers. It's a little intimidating for me when the other tellers know all these people by name and can be chatty with them and I'm just standing there, all awkward and trying to join in when I can. I know that all comes with time. I just hate it in the meantime.
One young lady came in today. Cute and sweet as could be. She had a bunch of cash to deposit, a lot of $1 bills. After she left, I asked the other tellers if she was a waitress or something. One of them looked up and sort of hesitated. I said, "Oh...she's the other thing." What brings in $1 bills are waitresses...and strippers. She's a pole dancer.
And I actually got kind of mad. Not at her, not even at the men who come to watch her (I mean, sort of at that, but not to the point where I don't see them as humans with hurting souls). Not at the fact that she can make more in a weekend than I do in a week (I used to be bothered by that, but honestly her respect, dignity, and body are worth more than that, a worth not put into cash), I was just...upset that it's a thing. I know it's not really anything new, someone choosing to sell their body in exchange for money. But it bothered me. I think I will be praying for her.
We try as a church service to preach to them here in downtown. When we talk to them, they're SO broken and lost, but are SO good in hiding it cuz that's their life n' their work. I'm not giving her any excuse, neither will I judge her, lest I will be judged. But I guess you are right, they need LOTS of prayers....![]()
I think I've been practicing saxophone too much tonight. My face is numb. Although.. it's kinda entertaining. *pokes face*
Same thing happened to me at the dentist once.I think I've been practicing saxophone too much tonight. My face is numb. Although.. it's kinda entertaining. *pokes face*
preach sister.
i have an embarrassingly large collection of knee highs.
nooooOOOOOOOOOO!! You should be playing horn!![]()
Ahem. Marry me.
Long boots with heels + skirt/dress = SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
Ignore the man. What he's actually trying to say is you should be playing clarinet.
Ahem. Marry me.
Long boots with heels + skirt/dress = SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
Ignore the man. What he's actually trying to say is you should be playing clarinet.