Hey everyone!!
I am currently out of town for the weekend. I’ll be back Sunday evening and things should resume as normal (can I even use that word in reference to myself? Hmmm…)
In the meantime check out: The Cult of Qelqoth. This site is fucking awesome and usually manages to tickle a bit more than my funny bone. Be warned though: it’s not for PUSSIES. 
See ya and happy blogging!
-Jillian
I was tagged by castocreations to complete this particular meme. I’m sure since I waited so long to do it, she probably thinks I was never going to, but AH HA! I AM going to do it. I didn’t stalk her back to her blog and promise to complete it only to break my word. Now don’t get me wrong, I break my word quite often, but only when I’ve made promises to cook or clean or give blowjobs.
Now then.
One of the rules is to: Write about an incident in your life you first thought was really bad, but ended up being a blessing.
Now that’s something I like: a writing topic with some room to breathe. English teachers everywhere could learn a lesson or 2 from this. STOP RESTRICTING CREATIVITY with your rigid subject matter! And for God’s sake, how many times does a student have to read “Romeo and Juliet”? I was forced to read that play 5 times in high school. And you know what? It only confirmed what I already knew: TEENAGERS are stupid.
But let’s get back to this here meme.
The Bad:
Many of you know I used to work for the Transportation Security Administration. The time I was employed there (2 years to be exact), is NOT one I am overly fond of. It was basically 2 years of routine ass fucking, minus the lube. Now while some people might get off on that, I gotta say it was definitely something I could have lived without. The work environment our wardens tried so hard to cultivate was one of idiocy and back-stabbery. Thinking and attempting to solve problems logically was frowned upon… as was knowing how to read and write (often referred to as “showing off”). The Powers That Be wanted nothing more than an army of Human-like automatons who labored without rest or complaint. Clearly, a good time was had by all.
The Blessing:
Even though ‘the help’ was discouraged from communicating with one another (there was fear of a possible revolution), we found ways to discreetly exchange messages. Pretty soon, in a place devoid of anything inviting, I had friends. Ours was a circle of 7. We quickly learned our chances of working together improved the less we showed how enjoyable an outcome that would be. For months we labored together, forming bonds. Pretty soon we were meeting up outside of work, going to movies, and having drinks at the local spot. Naturally, in a group setting, there are people you get closer to than others. Even now I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but I developed a decided interest in Jan. And so like any rational person, I wanted to let him know how I felt in the most roundabout way possible. I began talking to him more, I conveniently went to lunch when he did, and at the end of our shift we just happened to take the same shuttle. I was happy with the way things were progressing, it was a slow unspoken courtship. But somewhere along the line, I must have slipped up and displayed a sliver of contentment.
Our group was ordered to split up. My job duties were changed and I was to be transferred to a different part of the terminal. Jan was asked to report to a different terminal entirely, and others in our group were sent elsewhere. And so, to celebrate our time together, we planned a party of sorts. It was set to take place after the last shift on our last night together. And what fun it was. I don’t remember a lot of what happened because I drank quite heavily that night. I recall taking several shots of Patron and calling one of my good friends a “cockgobbler” several times. I also remember sampling the most awesomest thing ever: BACON-WRAPPED SHRIMP. Oh… My… God…
I got wasted. I was stumbling around, laughing at everything and yelling random obscenities. Needless to say I was in no condition to drive. And who do you think was volunteered to hang out with me until I sobered up? Why, it was none other than Jan the Virile Dutchman! And it was there in the dark parking lot I finally confessed my feelings. I’m sure it had something to do with him being transferred, but definitely more to do with me being completely fucked up. But I came clean… and it turns out he liked me, too.
And then we started dating.
And then he proposed.
Then we got married.
Our 1 year anniversary was yesterday.
So the job was not so good, but being able to walk away with a few awesome friends and a husband is not so bad 
Check us out:
Ill-fitting garments are nothing new. We’ve all been somewhere, either alone or with a friend, and have witnessed it: a poor soul wearing a shirt or pants several sizes outside their neighborhood. We might gawk, politely look away, or pull out our camera in an attempt to snap a photo (or is that just me?). Now I’m not trying to talk about anybody, but…. DAMN. What is the problem? Do their homes lack mirrors? Are their friends or loved ones too chicken shit to tell them how they really look? When (or IF for that matter) they look in the mirror, who exactly are they seeing?
This has to stop. People need to realize when an outfit is just not working.
When it comes to war, everyone must choose a side. No, you can’t sit on the fence and never commit to anything. People who do that are called PUSSIES. And the only thing a PUSSY is good for is getting fucked.
Right now, a battle of epic proportions is being waged. Sooner or later a side will emerge victorious with enough power to affect society as a whole. This post is your opportunity to learn the important details and choose where you stand. Lines need to be drawn, facts need telling, and the pretending has to stop. Choose wisely whatever side you rally with. The men and women who will fight alongside you are putting their lives in your hands, it’s only fair you give them your utmost support and unshakable commitment.
Hey everybody! Welcome to my new site. Go ahead, have a look around… I’m in no hurry.
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You done?
Good! Took you long enough.
I’m kidding. :-p
