Kelly Sullivan
Social
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Riverdale High School
College
MTSU, until I transfer the heck out.
Interests
Renaissance faires, acting, dancing, drawing, writing, reading, poetry, stage combat, rapiers, archery, coffee and conversation, crème brûlée, France, travelling, Shakespeare, the supernatural, music, laughing, politics
Favorite Music
Classical and indie.
Interesting Work Days of Late.
August 19 2005
Bugger all. I had to work this Friday and I'm working next Friday.
[I should deal, I should deal, I should deal....]
I'd really like to be able to pay money to socialise at a football game at least once in my senior year.
[I'm dealing, I'm dealing, I'm dealing.]
It'll happen.
If not, more money for shopping on those Saturdays, I guess.
I had my first experience ever of being hit on by a drunken construction worker. It was interesting. Even after I told him I was seventeen. "So are you seeing anybody? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Married?" [Married?] "Well, you're gettin' that heifer's [yes, "heifer's"] tip. So when are you gonna take me out??" "I can't do that, sir, I'd get us both in trouble. I'm seventeen, remember?" "Oh yeah...." Gets up from table, ambles over, and whispers in my ear, "But I'll bet you're not really seventeen!" "Ohh yes sir, I most certainly am; will be for some time." Eh, he was drunk and lonely. And fifty. Poor kid. Then there was the man who ate alone because his son went out God knows where, his wife died one year ago in three weeks, and took my hand and made me vow never to do drugs. Interesting times. Oh yes. Interesting times.
Tomorrow I go to look at senior pictures of the Lovelace persuasion. Yeah, pretty sure I did crap to get ready for those. *Cringe* We'll see.
Why is the lid to the butter dish up here??
[I should deal, I should deal, I should deal....]
I'd really like to be able to pay money to socialise at a football game at least once in my senior year.
[I'm dealing, I'm dealing, I'm dealing.]
It'll happen.
If not, more money for shopping on those Saturdays, I guess.
I had my first experience ever of being hit on by a drunken construction worker. It was interesting. Even after I told him I was seventeen. "So are you seeing anybody? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Married?" [Married?] "Well, you're gettin' that heifer's [yes, "heifer's"] tip. So when are you gonna take me out??" "I can't do that, sir, I'd get us both in trouble. I'm seventeen, remember?" "Oh yeah...." Gets up from table, ambles over, and whispers in my ear, "But I'll bet you're not really seventeen!" "Ohh yes sir, I most certainly am; will be for some time." Eh, he was drunk and lonely. And fifty. Poor kid. Then there was the man who ate alone because his son went out God knows where, his wife died one year ago in three weeks, and took my hand and made me vow never to do drugs. Interesting times. Oh yes. Interesting times.
Tomorrow I go to look at senior pictures of the Lovelace persuasion. Yeah, pretty sure I did crap to get ready for those. *Cringe* We'll see.
Why is the lid to the butter dish up here??
Jessica Goss
August 19 2005
Woo. This made me laugh. The same kinda things happen to me at work, ya know, with the lonely, drunken, middle aged men. *shudder*
