SlightlyQueer

I always have funny thoughts while waitin online at the unemployment office. Today I’m here on Billy’s behalf, I’m just here to keep him company while he waits. But on to the random thoughts…

1.) Waiting here makes me feel like Destiny’s Child ” Say my name, say my name…” That was probably cuter in my head rather than out loud.

2.) There is this old white man working here that has grey hair and a mustache. He looks like a cross between Mark Twain, Alex Trebeck, Colonel Sanders, and Orville Redenbacher *giggles* (yes I had to look up how to spell the popcorn dudes name). Oh oh; with a touch of Wilfred Brimley. He’s truely an ugly old man.

3.) There is this ‘latino’ (bare with me I have to guess at this point, there are more nationalities here than a farmers market) guy here and he totally has a faux hawk to turns into a mullet in the back. It’s hilarious! I do like his shirt and pants, but dude there is no party back there.

4.) Speaking of celebraty look-a-likes; we have also seen Sammy Davis JR and Florida Evans (from Good Times, I seriously can’t remember her real name and with no service I can’t look it up). Now all I need are George and Weezey and we’ll have a new sitcom!

5.) I’m not scrolling back up to add this but I totally just noticed the mullet guy with nice clothes has the ugliest shoes. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and nice black jeans with white cow-boy boots. Which does indeed confirm the ‘Latino’ question from earlier.

6.) And there is Al Bundy. He must’ve given up shoes for government work.

7.) Someone sitting around me smells like fruitloops.

8.) They’re playing Willy Wonka in the ‘drop your brats off here’ room. I hate that movie, both versions too. It always creeped me out as a kid. I don’t want to have to listen to the songs from it out here. Pure Imagination my ass.

9.) FYI it’s about 2 degrees above seeing your own breath in here. The air conditioning is nice but my joint are starting to hurt. We’ve been in here waiting for 3 hours now.

10.) I’m going to have to eat an airborne tablet when we get home. I’m sure being exposed to this place for this long can kill. Prolly get swine flu, bird flu, aids, who knows what else.

11.) Hahahahaha! I’m shocked I can still find thins to notice after this long. This little Indian boy at the table next to us is playing his Nintendo DS and he keeps mumbling “giggidy giggidy goo.” it’s like being in an episode of Family Guy.

God I hope they call Billy’s name soon I’m freakin starving! Oh and I won’t get to post this till we leave here so it’ll be running a little behind. I have no cellphone reception in here, although everyone else seems to. So hopefuly by the time you read this I will have eaten and won’t be gnawing on the random person next to me’s leg anymore.

4.5 hours was the whole wait time.

– Posted From My iPhone

Location: Norcross GA, United States

I don’t know or understand how or why our minds have the ability to pull the most random off the wall things from our memories and compile them into dreams, but they do.

For instance last night I had a dream that made completely no sense at all in any regard. Someone needs to dissect it for me.

Starting from as far back toward the beginning as I can remember…

I awoke from sleeping (in a dream, wtf) at my ex-boyfriends’ mom’s house (yes Josh, Ms. Pat was in my dream; no you weren’t). For some reason I was staying there alone with her. She reminded me that I had over slept for my trip. Apparently I was supposed to be meeting all my friends for a vacation in Savannah. So I quickly grabbed my bags and got in the car and drove off. Now for some reason several hours passed and I decided to stop at some random crappy hotel in the middle of nowhere. I went and checked in, went up to the room (I swear it was the Bates Motel) and by the time I got back down to the parking lot to get my bag from the car; the car was gone! In it’s place in the same spot there was a car just like mine, only red instead of grey, and it was beat all to hell. I called the police because my car was stolen. When they came and listened to my story they wouldn’t believe me. The cop took my keys and they fit the locks on the red car, and he just wouldn’t believe someone stole my car, changed the locks between them and left their shitty car in it’s place…

Now the dream progressed on, apparently I gave up and just drove the shitty red car onward to Savannah. Upon arriving I met up with my friends and we went to some park that was similar to Stone Mountain, just without a mountain (I don’t get it either). The details of what happened are a bit fuzzy but I remember something about kites and a lake and fish; but I’ll digress.

After that I was somehow back in high school finishing finals (dunno how that happened) and I was in a wheel chair. I could walk though, and often did around this part of the dream. For some reason though I could walk around inside the school, but whenever I went outside I had to use the wheel chair even though I didn’t need it… After classes were done I went and met my ‘friends’ (none of which I actually personally know, they were just blurry faces to me) at the movies because everyone wanted to see the new X-Men movie. Everyone cut in line to get tickets and didn’t get caught, but I did when I tried it and I got yelled at by the big behemoth woman. I told her off and left the theater because I really didn’t want to see the movie anyway. Which is completely true, I really don’t like X-men stuff anyway.

Somehow time and space travel on and the theme of the dream changed again. Now I was sitting at some japanese restaurant that was sampling different alcoholic beverages (this was nice too). I ended up somehow sneaking my mom into this place and getting her free samples of stuff too. She got really drunk and accidently knocked me into the river that was at the edge of the patio…

This is where my alarm clock went off; I proceeded to turn it off, roll over, and go back to sleep.

Picking back up, I was now boarding a plane to Australia. Except I wasn’t myself in this one. For some reason I was Peggy Hill (from the animated TV-Show ‘King of the Hill’). My biggest concern while on the plane was getting to the captain who was flying. Several hours into the flight over the Pacific Ocean I finally made a break for the cock-pit. When I burst through the doors I was shocked to find no one flying the plane, it was on auto pilot. Somehow I inadvertently turned this off on accident and subsequently the plane crashed into the ocean. The last thing I remember before waking up this morning, was trying to swim away from the sharks…

I think all this dreaming has made me tired again; but I can’t take the chance at having a repeat of this, I need some coffee!

– Posted From My MacBook Air

Location: Lawrenceville GA, United States