Well I finally gave in. After talking to my gorgeous l
ittle sister...
...I started a blog. Now I'm not promising anything because I don't know how well I'll keep this thing up, but I'm going to try. It can't be that hard to do.
Unfortunately, I may eat those words after a few weeks. That's all I'm going to say about that...so here we go...
The thought crossed my mind as to what this whole blog thing should really be about. After much brain-racking I have decided that for me to talk about normal stuff would be well...boring. So you don't have to worry about that. No sir-
ee! From here on out you are going to see the world through my crazy eyes. Some say that I have
A) A.D.D. while others say that I'm just
B) crazy. Well regardless of either one of those options (I prefer option B) I think that there's too much seriousness already in the world. I now pledge to do my part in making sure that none of that serious bullshit EVER appears on this page. If it ever does, that means I have been put on
Ritalin, my mind has been taken over by aliens, or I'm now a republican...
Last week I had the pleasure of working at Fox studios on "House". I was working with the construction grips, which means I got to help art department moves sets and stuff around for the television show. It's always fun to work on a studio lot. That's when you stop for that split second and say to yourself, "I'm doing it". But as much fun as it was, the show isn't what I'm going to remember about the experience.
The first day there we were on our own for lunch because we were working earlier than the company crew so there wasn't any lunch. I grabbed one of the bicycles and headed over to the local diner on the lot. It's called Moe's. And yes, that is a Simpson's reference.
In fact EVERYTHING at Fox Studios references the
Simpsons. It's a little much. But anyways, I headed over to Moe's diner for lunch.
I got my nice little lunch combo which consisted of a roast beef
sandwich and a coke.
Mmmmm. I went over and sat at a small table that faced the windows so I could watch the television on the wall that was playing...yes the
Simpsons...and also look out the window to people watch. As I'm eating I notice a group of women that have just made their purchases.
No they weren't famous.
All three women were office working women, all dressed up in their nice clothes. One was in a nice plain black dress. One was in a red dress and a black cashmere sweater with a
little top on underneath. The third was in a grey dress and a nice bright top. As attractive as they thought they were, they weren't anything special. Just office workers who had their noses in the air (welcome to Hollywood). So they all have their food and they leave to go sit outside and enjoy the nice fall weather. Of course they pick the table right outside the window I chose to daydream out. The woman in the black dress sits down at the table and opens her lunch. Next to her is the woman in the cashmere sweater, then the other side is the girl in the grey dress. As they are getting ready to all sit down and enjoy their nice lunch, well mother nature decided to have a little fun with them. Somehow a bee or something of the sort managed to fly up into the back of the woman's
cashmere sweater. All of the sudden you just see this woman start violently flopping around like a fish out of water (or she was doing the
junebug dance). Now as she flops, she's screaming at the two other women who aren't doing anything but looking at her in horror. Finally the girl in the grey dress
catched on and starts trying to help--which means she starting hitting the cashmere girl in the back. Effective...I think not. So now there's cashmere girl screaming and flopping around, and grey dress girl beating her. This went on for about thirty seconds or so until finally the cashmere girl finally got her sweater off. Through this ordeal mind you there was a third girl at the table. This was someone that you don't want around you in an emergency situation because she didn't do a thing but stare at the other women, then shake her head and continue eating. After the chaos died down, they sat down and tried to eat their food, but weren't too
successful as their laughter prohibited them from eating.
The moral of the story: Bitchy people suck. Now I know that really
isn't a good moral to the story, but I really think that bitchy people suck. So
remember the next time your being bitchy. Mother nature might send a bee your way and sting your bitchy ass and the only person around might be some bitchy "friend" who won't do anything but stare at you or beat you in the back!
