Dear overdramatic guy in the line this afternoon,

I am sorry that I am one of four cashiers in a busy toy store and that you were next in line, but I really cannot help it if I'm helping a customer and have to step away for a moment to help her find something. Seriously, you could have waited three more seconds and another cashier could have helped you. Don't bitch about me to my co-worker, either. She has a more badass additude than I do. And she is my friend. She will tell me what you said. And we will laugh at you once you leave the store.

No love ever,
the cashier at register nine 

Current Mood: blah

Since I don't technically have a room-mate, the next best thing to rant about co-counsilers sloppy habbits at a Girls Summer Camp.

You. You and I played once. It was when I first joined and you were 'feeling active.' As it turns out, you like to dissapear for months at a time, citing anything from mysterious illnesses to 'lack of muse.'

Whatever. Happens, and I've given up bitching. If that's the way you play, then cool. It's not the way I play. I'm an RP nut. I lack an RL, so I play.

You have people to play with on this site. Quite a few of them are your RL friends and have jumped all over me for wondering in annoyance why you dissapear so much. So I figured you were covered and found my own little group of overactive players. My characters have moved on from the scene we did together lo those many months ago and are now embroiled in some other shit.

So please, when you come online for your thrice-yearly RP fix, go find someone else. Stop popping up to IM me like we're best pals and just a week or so has gone by, instead of four to five months. I am not here to be turned on and off at your convenience. I do not play by your schedule. I do am not a toy you can pull out of the closet and wind up whenever the mood happens to strike you. I am not your friend. I am not your partner. I am a ship that has passed you in the night and has moved on.

For the love of God, I do not revolve around your time, your muse, or anything to do with you. We do not get along. I do not like you. Leave me alone, because I do not want to start another storyline with you just so I can be shanghied in the middle of it while you go 'find your muse' for another six months. There are people willing to play like that. I'm not one.

Goodbye.

You know, when you write this: "she hides her eyes from those around her. Picked up a napkin at the bar and whiped off the red lipstick. She never wore the stuff before and felt a little slutty wearing it . "

After writing this: "winks at Innocent Bystander and heads upstairs for a moment . Leaving her mug of heavy spirits on teh bar. She changes iotu of knickers and tunic top. OH what was going to become of the innocent . She walks downstairs dressed in a pair of 9 inch stelleto high heals. IN black.. she also wore a knee lenght black skirt and a bodice that was clasped down the front in gold lotus blossoms. She had done up her hair in tight curls "

It is my only thought that you clearly have no idea of how much of a slut you've written. It's not just make-up that makes the slut. It's the wardrobe, too.

Don't try to hide your intentions. They're woefully obvious.

After reading through other people's posts of hellish roommates, I've finally decided to share my own even though I haven't really told anyone the extent of it, not even my family...even after 8 years, I think I'm still kind of traumatized.

( SWM: Long and probably not very amusing )

      I work as a front end coordinator at a grocery store on  the East Coast.  Yesterday, one of my cashiers flashed her light and she looked a little upset.  Apparently, before I got there, her customer, a middle aged guy with his kid, handed her a bottle slip (we have bottle return machines, and when you are done with them, they spit out a receipt that you hand to the cashier for either your money from returning the bottles or it is applied to your order). This is what happened before(as relayed to me by my cashier) and then when I got there.

C-cashier
CM-complete moron
M-me

CM:  I have a bottle slip
C:  Um, this looks different, I'm not sure how to put this in.
CM:  Are you kidding me? It's a bottle slip.  Did you just start today or something?
C:  Actually, I've been here for 6 months, but hold on I'll get my manager over here *flashes her light*
CM:  This is so ridiculous.  I didn't realize doing your job was so hard for you. 

Enter me, cheerfully, though he looks irate, and my cashier looks slightly battered.

M:  Hey there, what can I do for you?
CM:  I just gave this cashier a bottle slip I got out of your machine, and she can't figure out how to put it through.  I think maybe she needs a little bit better training before dealing with the public.
M:  OK, C, can I see the bottle slip?  *examines it for a moment, there is obviously something wrong*  Um, sir this is a Barnes and Noble receipt.
CM .......  *followed by glaring at his daughter*  what is wrong with you?  Uh sorry, she must have grabbed the wrong paper.  *Walks away yelling at his 6 or 7 year old daughter.

     Oh, and a quick question....what could possibly be the circumstances that would lead someone to leave a clear bulk food container filled with poop (tipped over and leaking, I might add) in a grocery cart?  Just wondering.

I thought sharing a flat would be pretty cool, but I ended up living with a freak.

( Woodland creature sculptures and socks in rehab. )

Recap: I'm a PI.

So, I get a phone call.
( Here's a cut. )

Current Mood: irritated

I myself have had a string of bad luck with roommates and I can admit to being the bad roommate on occasion.

its nice when people elaborate a bit in their posts


ALSO A REMINDER ABOUT CUTS. CUT YOUR DAMN POSTS.
If you don't know how, here's a link:
http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=75&q=lj-cut

You. Please. Cut it out.

You are brand new to the com. Brand freakin' new. So new, the group that you'll be play with only has two other people in (one myself) and hasn't even spoken of plot ideas.

Now, you seem to write well. You picked an alien character, which is WONDERFUL, as this is deep space sci-fi, and we need more aliens. You've been bouncing ideas off of me, which is cool. I'm glad you want to be involved, that really is good. Hell, you've even started to make a skin for our com. Honestly, I like you - no, I freaking adore you.

But. Seriously. Stop asking to be an admin. I have no use for another staff member right now, as the game is small and manageable at this size. If I need an admin, or a mod, or whatever, I may ask you. But if you ask EVERY TIME I speak to you, it just annoys me. CUT IT OUT.

1) Your partner-in-crime offering hers, when she is not the buyer.
2) You huffing about the previous customer taking up time with her tobacco request
3) Grunting your D-O-B
4) Telling me I'm being a dick about following the law
5) Asking for a manager, then storming off after shouting "Shove it up your ass!"

I didn't appreciate you leaving the bag of ice behind, either, since it got mixed in with the next guy's order. And he didn't say anything until after being cashed out. And he didn't even speak English!

Current Mood: annoyed

I rp over email. Recently I've had a lot of people contact me about roleplaying, set something up, then never send any posts. WHY?
The worst is when they send just the one message. "Hi, would you like to rp? (insert details here)"
"Sure!" I say. "What about (insert more details here)?"
No reply.
WHY?

Or what about the people that change email addresses and don't bother to tell you? Then three months later you get this awkward message "Oh my God! I'm so sorry I forgot about you! I changed emails and didn't tell you, lol!"

Edit: Also (general you) get my character's name right. If her name is Loraine, nicknamed Lor, don't call her Lar. If his name is Brandon don't call him Brendan. If his name is Ryan don't call him Cale (every other message, WTF?)
Worse, don't get your (general you) own character's name wrong. Zack is not interchangable with Zach. Again, Brendan is not interchangable with Brandon. And you, specific you, don't get me started on your "Domonic" that you sometimes spell "Demonic."