Sinful

today i went to go get my eyebrows waxed. (i know, gross isnt it...) i noticed my eyebrows were getting rather unshapely this morning so i called the salon i usually get them done at and asked if my stylist, micki, was working. she was. so i went up there to get my eyebrows waxed. well... she had never waxed someone with eyebrow piercings, and id never taken them out before, so this was quite the experience for both of us. after pondering what to do, we finally made the (very bad) decision to go ahead and try to wax without removing the hardware. this was stupid. we got wax all wadded up around them and then couldnt get it off, so, like idiots we're trying to use cotton balls soaked in alcohol and the cotton sticks to the wax. so i have this big huge green ball of wax and cotton stuck to my face. i might add that this was not very attractive, at all. and people are starting to stare. finally we get the gunk off the piercings and decide to take them out. that went all well and good, but then i had trouble getting them back in once she was done waxing. read that as: its a really bad idea to attempt screwing little metal cone-shaped ends onto tiny tiny pieces of barbell when you have fake nails on. i dropped one of the ends and it took forever to find it. these little guys are about 1/16 of an inch or so. long story shortened: next time ill take them out before we wax and ill try my damnedest to NOT have fake nails on when i do it. zort zort.

Note: it usually only takes 5-10 minutes for the wax... today it took 45 minutes. :\

Posted by sin at 12:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

sums up the last post quite well:
The Nobodies - Marilyn Manson --

Today I'm dirty
I want to to be pretty
Tomorrow I know, I'm just dirt
Today I'm dirty
I want to to be pretty
Tomorrow I know, I'm just dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We feed machines and then we pray
Look up and down mortified
You should have seen the ratings that day
Some children died the other day
We feed machines and then we pray
Look up and down mortified
You should have seen the ratings that day

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are
We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
We're dead, we know just who we are

Posted by sin at 04:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

so... i was sitting in a bar friday night with some old highschool friends. we were talking about how things 'used to be'. one friend happened to say 'you know, ten years ago if we had seen ourselves today, i think we would have shot ourselves.' i had to agree. ten years ago we were 'those' kids. the ones that people didnt really want to associate themselves with. we kept to ourselves. it was a lot like the caste system... the untouchables. dressed in holey jeans, black shirts, unkempt hair, and doc martens, we wandered the halls of our schools avoiding the 'popular' crowd at all costs. so here we are today, wearing business clothes and crap from abercrombie and fitch, driving cars that are practical, as opposed to ones that are 'cool'. ten years ago i would never have been caught dead shopping, much less working, in the store i work now. in our hearts we have changed, but in our minds we havent. and its amazing that two little words can end up meaning so much. im sorry. it goes a whole lot farther now than it used to.

note: i still wear doc martens and a whole lot of black, though my clothes have gotten much more expensive over the years. i think all of ours have. something about the feel of a good fabric as opposed to cheap t-shirts with bands and/or stupid little sayings plastered all over them. *shrug*

Posted by sin at 11:19 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

FIRST: on monday night when i closed, i had problems with reconciling the drawers (nightly deposit and petty cash) for some stupid reason they weren't adding up and it took me FOUR tries to get the two registers to come even. i was not having a good night. the mall/our store closes at 9pm and we have to be out of the mall by 1030. i was leaving at 1020 and one of the security guards stopped me and yelled at me and said that we had to be out of there by 10pm. he was a jerk.
THEN: tonight when i was working, while i had customers in the store, this same security guard comes in, walks up to me and says 'are you --------------?' and i answered yes. he slapped a parking ticket down on the counter and says 'you must pay your fine by 5pm tomorrow in the mall office. you cant park there. mall employees must park at the end of the lot behind the blue line.' and he goes to leave. (note: im handicapped and i was parked in a handicapped spot AND i had my placard hanging visibly in the front window of my car.) so now im pissed, because not only did he yell at me and embarrass me in front of customers, but he had the audacity to use both my first and last name in front of them - therefore telling them my personal information, which is supposed to be private.' so i yelled at him to come back.i started yelling. 'COME BACK HERE. NOW.' and he did. then i made him call the mall manager AND his supervisor Bill (who i met saturday). when they got there, i proceeded to rip him up one side and down the other, i got out my purse and slapped my DMV handicapped ticket on the counter and shoved it towards him. 'i am a handicapped citizen and i have every right to park in a handicapped spot. because of people like YOU, i am not treated fairly or appropriately. ive been legally handicapped for fourteen years. its not going to change. EVER. you WILL respect me, and you WILL NOT - EVER - call me out in front of my customers again, or i will report you to the ADA commission. IS THAT CLEAR?!' michelle, the mall manager, ripped up the ticket and told him to leave me alone, i also pointed out to her the problems i had had with him on monday night. she and bill were livid. the guy is in deep shit, and im glad. may he burn in hell. bill told me if i ever had any more problems to call him, and then gave me the number to his security cell phone, then he told this other security guy to leave me alone or he'd be written up.

end of story. what a jackass.

Posted by sin at 09:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

last night was halloween. we had quite a few trickortreaters, more than last year. but only one stood out in particular. last night i met an angel named mariah. i heard talking out in the driveway, and so i got up to go give out candy. when i got to the door, i saw the most beautiful child i had ever seen. only there was something wrong. this beautiful little princess in a pink costume dress, wand, and crown was standing just outside the door. she didnt have any hair. my first thoughts were 'how could someone shave this poor little girl's head?! how horrible!' but then i noticed the peach-fuzz hair, blond and wispy. and then i saw the purplish-red marks under her eyes. it didnt take long to realize that she was a cancer patient. i opened the door, held out the bucket of candy and told her to take as much as she wanted, that we had plenty (and we did, apparently mom, grandma, justin, and stink ALL bought candy this year - so we had about 10 times too much). she smiled and took one piece. i told her it wasnt enough, and told her to take handfuls. she looked up at her dad to see if it was ok, not saying a word. he told her it was alright. her dad looked at me and said 'this is her first halloween out of the hospital. she was just well enough for them to release her for a few days. she's very excited since she's never gotten to dress up before.' i couldnt help but ask him though, what kind of cancer she has. he looked at me strangely and asked how i knew, i could only respond and telll him that id been down that road too. she has stage five aplastic anemia, he told me. and we talked for a bit. her name is mariah, her dad's name is duane. he also told me that i was the first person (outside the hospital) that didnt look at her strange. before they left, i told mariah that she looked like an angel. she walked slowly up to me and gave me a hug, said thank you for the candy, and then looked at her dad and asked if they could go home. she was too tired. ours was their first house, i knew, because her bag was empty when they came. duane turned back and said to me, 'thanks for making a little girl's wish come true. she's only four, but we dont know how long she has left.' i couldnt help crying when i went back into the house. i was visited by an angel, and that made the whole night for me. sometimes the small things do make quite a difference.

here's to you little mariah, may you get well and be strong. thanks for making my night, little angel.

Posted by sin at 12:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)