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Name: Carolyn
Country: Central African Republic
Birthday: 4/24/1951
Gender: Female
Interests: A dinosaur would SO own a salamander in a fight. No contest.
Expertise: Hardcore porn. And fluffy bunnies. And unintentional rhyming. Guess which one is true!
Occupation: Government
Industry: Government
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/14/2004
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| I almost ran over a little turtle today in the prius. And I almost wrote that I ran over a prius in my turtle.
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| Work is a lot of work. I feel like I barely have time to eat and sleep as well as work. But the longer-than-an-hour commute has a lot to do with that. FUCK CONSTRUCTION!!!!
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| So my dad bought a brand new Prius?
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| how it started: On Monday night, Alex and I were at Vance's apartment, and I decided to make sloppy burgers. I put the meat in the pan, and asked Alex to turn on the burner while I did other stuff. I came back, and waited for the meat to start to cook. And I waited, and waited. Finally, I thought that the wrong burner is on. But instead of checking the switches, or asking, I touched each of the other burners in turn. The stupidest thing I've ever done. Needless to say, one of the burners was on. I burned my hand and felt really stupid.
Then on Wednesday I went home to St. Louis. The first couple of days were pretty boring because there were discrepancies between what my mom told each of my sisters and I about who could have the car.
Then I spent the night in the emergency room--turns out I'm allergic to Sulfa drugs. And not in any normal way: whenever I take them, doctors thing I have meningitis. The place where they stuck the spinal tap needle still hurts.
Other than that it was great.
At least the apartment was miraculously clean when I returned.
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| Ali, Brian, Alina, Kate, Annie, Lisa, Andilyn and I decided to go out to dinner on Friday. We decided to go to a really nice restaurant (nice by college kid standards, anyway). I didn't have a lot of money left in my account, so I had to ask my mom for some extra money so I could go eat dinner with my friends. With my friends. The only reason Kate went was to hang out with us. We drove to Olathe. Not a particularly short drive. THIS WAS THE WHOLE REASON WE WENT THERE.
When we arrived, a woman was holding a "stray" cat. It looked like a happy, healthy housecat which had not been outside for more than an hour. It was not obviously hungry or thirsty, it was playing. It was abundantly clear that a) the "situation" was under hand and b) there was no dire need to "save" the cat.
It was windy, and I was hungry, so I went inside to put our name on the waiting list. For 8 people, the wait was to be 40 minutes. So a few of us sat down to wait. 45 minutes passed. Brian, Kate, and I were seated. Three of us. For some reason, five people needed to rescue the fucking cat. (on a side note, there was an apartment complex about 50 feet away. It is probable that they stole someone's cat last night.) So we ordered our drinks. We were told that our friends would be back "soon", and that we should order our dinners. So we did. It was a very busy night, and three of us were sitting at an eight-person table. Do you know how ridiculous that looked? How embarrassing that was? As it was busy, it took a while for our food to arrive. We ate very slowly. We finished our meal an hour later. Still no sign of the five people. The waitress handed us our checks without asking if we wanted dessert, and told us that her manager had told her to try to get us to leave since we were three people and we were taking up three entire tables. She came back again and was more insistant. Finally, after one hour and forty five minutes of fucking with the cat, the rest of the party arrived.
No "hello". No "sorry we're late", no "sorry we made the three of you sit here at a gigantic table in a crowded restaurant". Nothing. Wait, someone asked if we had ordered yet. We had already paid for our meals. Kate didn't eat, she was only there to hang out with the group. No apology to her either. So I was already angry at this. Lisa was sitting next to me. Talking about me. Like I wasn't even there. She said, "I don't know why she's so mad, we were the ones who had to drive around for an hour." Wow. Just, wow. So then they say that they're taking the cat to Lawrence. And I said, "Wait, you're taking the cat back to Lawrence? You know that it probably came from somewhere right around here?" And Lisa said, "Just drop it, Carolyn." And I flipped. Not really, but it was too much. I said, "We sat here waiting for an hour, you must be kidding." And she made a nasty face and said, "No. W had to drive around for an hour!" And I replied, "No, you didn't. You had a choice," and I left. I couldn't stand to sit there and be talked about anymore.
They had a choice. They chose to make their "friends" sit and hold places for them while they dicked around with a housecat. I can't explain how embarassing it was with everyone else in the restaurant looking at us like we were gigantic assholes, or with the waitress coming back over and over again asking where the rest of our part was, or her finally asking us to leave.
I left the restaurant, called Alex, who was at work in Lawrence, and went to the Borders across the street. The rest of the night was trivial. I don't understand how you can do that to people who you call your friends. I don't understand how you can talk about a person who is sitting next to you, loudly, like she isn't even there. I can't understand how you can think that it's appropriate to abandon your friends to go on a wild goose chase with a stinkin cat.
Alex told me what you said, Ali. I'm not mad at you.
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