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So about an hour ago, I was casually sitting on my bed, surfing the web and whatnot.  I see something moving out of the corner of my eye on my wall and I look over and see a huge, brown, and somewhat hairy spider.

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My reaction: “what the fuck?!”

So I get up to try and kill this thing and as soon as I try to stomp the life out of it with my Chuck, it jumps at me!  Not just once…but twice!  I screamed, jumped back, and the damned thing runs under my bed!
My reaction: “are you serious?!”

My bestfriend Richard calls me and the spider was the first thing I talked about, which he laughs at me threatening to kill it and is amused by my rant.

I continued my conversation and then there it was….back on the same wall, crawling out from under the bed again.
My reaction: “aha!  I knew you’d show your face again!”
Richard laughs.

I told him to hold, on put the phone down, quickly grabbed my camera, snapped a picture, then slowly approached it until I stomped the hell out of it.
My reaction: “What now bitch?!?  And what?!  I run this shit!”
I get back on my phone only to hear Richard laughing at me….I guess it was amusing overhearing me talk shit to a damn spider.

Sometimes, it really sucks having my room in the garage…I have to deal with the random visits from creepy crawlies and such…*shivers*…guess my suffering is your entertainment lol.

My laptop was out of commission for a while because I had to send it in for repair.  For the time being I was using my brother’s laptop so I didn’t have all of my programs that I have on my computer, such as my favorite Photoshop.  I finally got my laptop back and the first thing I did was installed Photoshop again since my hard drive was wiped out.  I feel like I’ve been going through withdraws not being in touch with my artistic side and not being able to design whenever I felt like it.  So with having my ‘drug’ back, I was inspired out of no where to whip up a few things.

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Manatee Springs, FL

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Feels good to be back at it :D

We had another visit from our beloved crackhead friend today.  He came in and one of my co-workers said he can’t come in.  The crackhead then kept saying “nah, man.  I’m waiting for my sister, she’s in the bathroom.”  My co-worker said “there’s nobody in the bathroom” and he’s like “yeah man, I’m just looking for my sister, she’s in here.”  Uhm….yea….there was nobody related to him in the branch whatsoever.  Let me not forget to mention that he was wearing a trenchcoat in 100 degree weather….WTF?

Effin weirdos….lol

Yesterday, I was able to get my a/c fixed and my new flat screen tv mounted on my wall.  Big thanks to my bestie ilu, who has the connect with two friends that did both things for a cheap price.  With this, I decided to re-arrange my room for a change with my tv now on the wall.  As I was moving things, I had a lot of old textbooks under my bed and there were a few silverfish that came out as I moved the books.  I continued to move things from under my bed and I came across a dead frog.  All I could think was, how did a frog end up under my bed?  So I cleaned up the frog and continued re-arranging everything.  Once I was just about done, I see something on my closet door.  I look over and there is a roach about 3″ big walking around on the door.  Due to my phobia against roaches, I gasp, start shaking, and start wigging out.  I tried to smash it with a shoe, missed horribly, and the roach goes inside my closet….oh great.  So I cautiously continued what I was doing and finished up my room.  Milan comes over and while I finished up he says: “what the hell is that?!” I look on my wall and there that big motha-effer was.  Naturally, I start freaking out again.  Milan grabs my brother’s shoe and smashes it on my wall leaving guts and disgustingness in its place *gag*.

After clean up, I got Milan a pudding snack and a granola bar to snack on.  He was sitting on my bed and I said “here catch”.  I threw the pudding snack and it landed perfectly in his left hand.  I motioned to toss the granola bar and he said “oh, I don’t want it yet,” I tossed it and it landed on his stomach and landed perfectly in his lap.  Then, I finally tossed the spoon and that just happened to land perfectly in his right hand without him moving an inch…it was crazy!  Ha ha, what a night!

At my job, we offer free coffee to our members. There are some people that REALLY take advantage of it, but there’s one person in particular that can’t stay away. Some of my friends have heard the stories about the crackhead that comes into my job. The only reason why I think he’s a crackhead is because of the following:

1. He talks to himself (I swear he put a hex on me one day).
2. He sometimes wears a trench coat in the blazing heat.
3. He came in one time….just to get a cup of sugar.
4. He walks around looking suspicious with his chin lowered to his chest and eyes looking around everywhere.
5. He once wore a Ring Pop that had no “pop”, it was just the ring.
6. Another time he wore sunglasses…with no lenses as he sang Barry White “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love” to me and my manager while we sat there wide-eyed and I tried to contain my laughter.
7. When we threatened to call the cops or told him he has to have an account with us to drink our coffee and use our restroom, he starts yelling and says things like “I’m gonna call the cops on YOU!”, calling my manager a crackhead, and bragging about how he is going to opened multiple accounts with his $250 check and he would still have EXTRA to himself….he made a big emphasis on EXTRA and kept saying extra like five times after that.

So, either this guy is on crack…or he’s just plain nuts.  I know for sure he’s a bum, but he just won’t get the point that he can’t come to our branch anymore.

Today, he decided to pay us a visit.  He came in wearing some shorts, suspenders, and no shirt….to a bank….wtf?  He came in looking around like he usually does, suspicious, eyes darting all over the place, seeing if he was noticed.  My manager sees him and tells him he has to go, that’s when he starts yelling and calls my manager a crackhead then leaves.  It has gotten so bad that the members even notice him, they know that he comes in just for coffee, and that he might just be a little bit crazy.  My managers told us to call the cops on him as soon as we see him, that’s how you can really tell how bad it’s gotten.

Later in the afternoon, he comes back to get his coffee and my manager casually calls 9-1-1 without acknowledging him.  My branch manager walks out the door behind him to see where he goes so we could tell the police where he went.  He then tells me to stand outside and watch him to see where he goes but tells me that if he comes back, come back inside.  I watch him as he crosses the street and lays down on the pavement next to this little grocery store, sipping his cup of coffee.  After a while, he gets up, crosses the street and then goes to the other bank across from my job.  He stays there for about 5 minutes and then walks around in between other businesses until he just continued walking down the road away from my job.  I just kept laughing to myself, watching him, looking at his every move and reactions thinking…this guy is nuts!  All the while, members are coming in and out and looking at me like, “why is this girl outside?” and asking me if we’re closed LOL.  Finally, I couldn’t see him anymore so I went back inside and the cops showed 10 minutes later.

I guess we’ll see if the crackhead will show his face again or if he’ll finally get the point that he can’t come to our branch anymore…especially shirtless…*gag*.  LOL

So words of wisdom my friends…don’t do crack, it changes people LOL.

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