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So this guy named Jason Krockenberger used to come into my restaurant a lot.

That’s him:

He’d always ask for my section and he and his wife would sit in absolute silence and ask for ridiculous amounts of Coke and Diet Coke and then leave a good tip.  That’s my thing. Get in, get out, leave me a good tip. I tend to not really care about people’s personal lives. And I really don’t want to be involved.

One day, Jason came into the restaurant without his wife.

“Hey, just you today?” I asked. “Where’s your wife?”

“We’re getting a divorce,” he mumbled.

A-W-K-W-A-R-D

So, as time went on, he just got stranger and stranger. My friend James and I would watch him pretend to read a book and peer over it to scope out all of the high school girls at work. My friend Ronica said she felt hot and the next day, he brought her a hand held fan. We thought he was just a perv. Turns out, we were only half right.

Why am using this man’s full name and posting his photo for everyone and his mom to see? Because this motherfucker needs to be put on blast.

James left me a voice mail on Saturday night, talking about how he was watching tv and saw Jason Krockenberger’s mugshot on the channel 13 news. He had been arrested for child pornography. Seriously.

Turns out, he used to take his laptop to his job as a TEACHER AT PIKE HIGH SCHOOL and check out kiddie porn while jacking off. The same laptop he used to bring to my work and disappear into the bathroom with for 15 minutes at a time. Fucking. Gross. At first, I thought that maybe they weren’t kids kids. I thought they were just girls who weren’t of age. Like 16 and 17 year olds. But James made a good point when I brought that up to him:

“People don’t look at a picture like that and think, ‘Gee, she looks 17.’”

The pictures that he had on his computer were of girls as young as 8. Eight. Years. Old.

This douchebag is currently running around MY town free on a $5,000 bond and will soon be answering to 16 felony charges of child pornography. FUCK. I just can’t believe this shit.

When it rains it pours. We’ve been having horrible money problems. I mean BAD. The thing that sucks the most is that it’s nothing we really did. We’re organized. We don’t spend money on frivolous things. We just aren’t making enough.

We’ve been eating Ramen noodles for the past week and a half. The Kid included.

GOD, I feel so bad! During “dinner” last night, she turned to me and said, “Jennifer, do we have to eat the same thing for dinner because there’s no food in the cabinets?”

“Yes honey,” I replied. “We don’t really have much to eat right now, huh?”

“Well,” she said. “Maybe on the next bright, sunny day, we can just go to the grocery store.”

I’ve been playing that conversation over and over in my head for a full 24 hours and it makes me want to cry. I feel like such a worthless failure. Our bills are paid on time, but we have to scrounge up change to get toilet paper.

Travis’ hours being cut back are finally starting to effect us. We held it off as long as we could but we’re really hurting now. Even at my work there are issues with all of the college kids coming back for the summer, trying to crowd us out and take back their old shifts. I did talk to Hot Boss (I’m just going to call him HB from now on) about the situation and he was pissed, so hopefully, things will work out on that end.

For now, I’m just going to breathe. Things will get better.

Ok, I feel so stupid about this, but I have to vent. Long story short, I answered an online add looking for a part time blogging position. I figured, hey, I got time, I love to blog, why not, right?

WRONG.

Long story short, this website (which shall remain nameless because I refuse to give that crappy blog hits) PLAGIARIZED my work! I expressed my interest, they responded asking me to do some sample posts, asked me about how much I wanted to be paid and then PLAGIARIZED MY SAMPLE POSTS!!

Looks like I’ll be contacting those sons of bitches and telling them to take that shit down STAT.

*so pissed right now*

Ugh, after some serious conflict with another blogger in the celeb gossip blogoverse (which I’m totally writing about later, by the way!), Pop.Tarte. is now open!!

So go! Go visit, look around, contact me about link affiliation, whatever. Just go!

My uncle is dead. My dad called last night to tell me the news and, the saddest part is, no one is really all that broken up about it. This is the fifth death in the family in the last five or six years. All you math majors know that evens out to about one a year. The scariest part is that only one of the deaths couldn’t be helped:

Uncle L: Wouldn’t stop drinking even after his doctor pretty much pleaded with him to quit. Died mid-40s from an imploded liver. Seriously, his liver exploded from the inside out. I’m not kidding.

Grandpa: Pretty much gave up on trying to live after Grandma died. I seriously think the whole “died of a broken heart” thing is sort of romantic. However, the fact that his children and grandchildren didn’t show him the love that he needed to actually want to live on is really disturbing. I think towards the end, my brother and I were the only two people in the family that actually cared. So wrong…

Aunt B: Died mid-40s from a drug overdose. To this day, I don’t really know what drugs. don’t really care. I saw her a total of two times in my entire life. In fact, no one found her dead until about eight days after she died. Her pimp went to check up on her and found a nasty, rotting corpse.

Bobby: My cousin on my Mom’s side of the family died after battling Muscular Dystrophy for years. He wasn’t supposed to make it past his twenties. He was mid-30s. He was a cool guy.

Uncle B: This one sort of pisses me off. Because he died a day ago, none of us really know what killed him, but the fact that he popped oxycontin like candy paired with the fact that he was close to 500lbs didn’t make him the healthiest person in the world. He left behind 6 kids and a wife who always worked her ass off to make sure her kids were taken care of…and her husband always had his drugs. He was the sort of man who would return his kids’ birthday presents at the store to get money for his pills.

I’m not sure if it’s the whole substance abuse thing, or the fact that my family on both sides is so huge, but it feels like everyone is dropping like flies. Lately, I’ve been struggling with my decision to not have children. I’d like to have one, but do I want to stop the cycle of drugs, drinking, and bad parenting? Or do I not want something like this to stop me? I’m sure that with Travis, things will work out alright in the end, but these statistics lately are really…sobering.

I smoke weed. I drink. I’ve dabbled in pills, but they weren’t really my thing. Now, I’m thinking that maybe I shouldn’t be enjoying life quite so much. Or maybe I should. It’s so confusing right now.

Fuck. I overdrew our bank account. I feel like a big FAILure right about now. But it’s whatevs. I’m working it out. It sucks though.

You know what sucks even more? Maria Amelia Lopez, the world’s oldest blogger (and I totally believe this to be a fact) has died at the age of 97. I mean, I guess it only sucks a little. I mean, she was 97. 97. I’m sure she had a full life in her near 10 decades on this planet. I think it’s wonderful that, instead of sleeping all day and eating…pudding?, this woman was blogging. I hope I’m with it enough at that age (if I even make it!) to keep on keepin’ on with my blog.

So here’s to you Maria. You’re truly an inspiration. Rock on. On that big MacBook in the sky.

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The South East has hurricane season, the North has some killer snowstorms, and, well, I won’t even go there about the West and all of those crazy earthquakes. This time of year however, is when the Mid West gets shit on. I’ve come to the realization that Spring has evolved into a season that is hellbent on cleansing the Mid West of…um, everything. Spring fucking hates the Mid West. And I’m stuck right in the middle of the hatred.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggg Holy Crap! I just killed a house centipede!! OH GOD THAT THING WAS IN MY HOUSE!! I’m not sleeping well tonight.

But I digress. The weather thing. It’s pretty cool, annoying, and terrifying at the same time. The Doppler Radar’s been looking like this pretty much all week:

Lots of reds and yellows. I’m actually happy to be in a house this time of year. I used to have a fondness for second floor apartments and tornado warnings left me scrambling to gather up the cats and dog and stumble down to the laundry rooms. Now at least we can shove The Kid into the linen closet and hunker down in the hallway. There’s a reason it’s called “Tornado Alley.” Mother nature doesn’t fuck around with us. Check out what went on this time last year:

And then you get gorgeous things like this:

It’s all just a big vat o’ craziness. So if I don’t blog in a few days, it’s safe to assume that I’ve been blown away like Dorothy. Don’t worry about me though. Strangely enough, this new land I’m in syncs up perfectly with “Dark Side of the Moon.”

Raise your hand if you’re going to bed at a decent time tonight. *raises hand* Besides, that whole centipede thing is creeping me out and I’d rather not be sitting here in the living room if it’s relatives decide they have some sort of score to settle with me.

I wish I’d have thought of this when the apartment complex I used to live in started giving me shit about having my dog.

“The Ducks in the Bathroom are Not Mine.”

This is just a quick post to vent some frustration. That lady Shonni is up to her usual shit at work again and it’s seriously making me want to tear my hair out.

I’ve been blogging a lot about work. All my life has become lately is work and wedding planning, but that doesn’t bother me. My wedding is the most important thing going on in my life right now and, coincidentally, work just happens to go hand in hand with that. But I had to put my two cents in about this crazy bitch because she’s starting to bug the shit outta me, and that blows. For the record, if you’re lucky enough to work with me (which you aren’t), you know I don’t care if you suck at life. I don’t care if you piss people off, I don’t care if you come in late. The only things I care about effect me directly.

I’ve come to the realization that Shonni operates in a different time zone. She’s ALWAYS late. And I do mean always. In fact, the only time I remember her ever being on time was when her car broke down and I took her to work. But it’s cool, for the most part. To put it simply: One person taking on the same amount of business gets twice the money. And that doesn’t suck. But she’s been abusing the fact that I don’t care. To the point where I’m getting my ass kicked by all the extra business while she comes strolling in 45 minutes late saying, “Oooh, you look busy. Do you need anything?”

Awhile back, I sort of went off on my boss because he kept punishing her for being late by sending her home. I mean, her husband had just left her, she has six kids, I felt bad. I just didn’t understand why he wasn’t willing to see my side of the story. Now I see. She came into work yesterday lamenting the fact that she had to come up with $700 by Friday (tomorrow) or she and her kids would be evicted. So why was she almost an hour late today?? While she was busy doing whatever she was doing instead of being punctual, I was making an extra $30. Um, that could have gone towards your rent, dumb ass.

I’m done feeling sorry for people like this. To top things off, she sat on her ass the first five minutes she was there and then came up to me and said, “Ok, I really need to make $700 tonight.” Loser.