once again with the farting...

as i have previously discussed (insert link to an old blog here, if i knew how)
i have a hostess at work who cannot control her flatulence.

well, today i was entering an order into the micros system when she came to do her usual every-five-minute-round of collecting menus
when i hear her let out a huge sigh
then a deep breathe as she walks away...
from one micros(the one by me) to the other one (across the resteraunt)
i hear the long bbbrrrrrr sound coming from her ass.

i am not shitting you
(although she might have)
23 steps.
she farted for 23 straight steps!

(the reason i know this is becasue when the smell was gone i walked the same distance and counted )

i had to tell the other waitstaff about the latest incident
when tara says to me
"i have a frickin table in that section!"

i didnt even notice when i was out there, but sure enough she did
we went out there to see their reactions and they were sitting there, eyes watering, with their hands over their noses and mouths..

oh, a day in my life...

ill be adding to this list hourly today..as i am in crazy mode.

why is it called a red onion when its actually purple?

will someone please fuckin tell me!

wanna...go...to ...therapy..

im not sure i belong here anymore
im not feeling the "fitting in"
just wanting that feeling
is not why i started this
but after having it
and losing it
i wanna leave it

i have a deep dark secret
i shared with one other

he told me to go to therapy
for that is his cure

it makes me feel on the outside
of my life
looking at how i could be

but it puts the cement boots on
and wont let me change it

just watching
and wondering
if it'll ever let me be different.