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Most of you know, my favorite holiday is actually Halloween and I try to decorate the apartment each year. Last year was awesome, but sadly it will be forgotten.

I lived in the Fountain Valley and Costa Mesa (there's a bunch of cities all fucked up in the area, parts of Irvine are actually Tustin/Santa Ana) but the address was actually Costa Mesa. When you drive around there, you find out the cities are screwed up, like the signs claim they're Irvine and all sorts of lies.

Enough about that, I mention that when you live somewhere it's pretty cool to keep a tradition. Like during Halloween you want to be that cool house, that place that gives out the good candy bars.

I don't mean this in a negative fashion, it's just that to keep a tradition alive is to continue doing it each year. The house was sold, newer families moved there and the kids around the neighborhood eventually grow older, and it's no longer word of mouth that spreads it.

Fuck, that reminds me, all my fucking decorations got trashed and I'll have to buy new ones. My fucking mom always does this shit, and it's because she claims she's a "Christian" (well, Catholic).

Anyways, I wanted to start a tradition (I've been doing this each year since I moved to Anaheim Hills) when I give out full sized treats to all the kids in the neighborhood. Yep, I'm that kind hearted old bitch that wants to be known for giving out the best candy.

The only problem I've had was my living situation, like it sucks that my mom is dealing with health issues. I just want to live in the same area for (at least) 12 years and do something pretty cool.

I want to have that house that's always decorated for the holidays, I guess the only holiday you can't celebrate these days is actually the Fourth of July, because they don't allow fireworks. I personally like buying fireworks and setting them off in an appropriate setting, not causing harm or fires.

But I do see that being a problem, just because fireworks are unpredictable at times. Not being a pussy, I'm pro America and shit but I've seen kids do stupid shit with fireworks, like the chicks and dudes who stick bottle rockets up their ass cracks and burn themselves.

Fireworks, firecrackers, it's all the same to me. You light the shit, it explodes and they're fun to watch.

Now the new apartment I got gave me a good deal, long as I'm quiet at night I can do whatever I want, and I'm planning on decorating this place next year (like around September) just to test it out. Now hear me out before I begin, but I'm actually trying to be cool with a local church and saying we're not doing the "super scary" stuff, and giving out treats.

I leave them the address, and hope for the best (including the hours I'll be around) and they know it's just me being a good neighbor. It's not Disneyland but I'll have some fun stuff to give out.

If the other neighbors play it right, we could have the best damn neighborhood in the city. Which, won't happen, but at least some kids will be welcome to trick or treat.

I'm not getting my hopes up, each year I do and I feel like crap because nobody enjoys Halloween as much as I do. I have a tradition, watching specific holiday specials, listening to music.

I mean fuck, when we had books and libraries I used to read some shit about "5 Little Pumpkins" for the holidays. It was dorky as hell, but still a little fun for kids to sing along to.

Not really my thing, I'm not into kids doing stupid shit for the camera but I'm all for having a good time.

Just trying this out in hopes we will have a direct audience, I won't be home all alone giving out candy. I was specific that it's a first come first serve kind of thing (not trying to feed random strangers with no costumes) but I did say they could take pictures on the doorstep.

I'm not decorating this place for nothing, and I'm actually buying a few boxes of candy bars. That, along with the basic bag of candy I get each year is more than enough.

I know it's early to predict what will happen, but I want a safe environment for kids to know that people still give out candy because kids simply don't know. Nobody teaches them, bigger kids don't have memories of going trick or treating, like the last kids who even remember are like 25 now.

People haven't been trick or treating before COVID, like in 2016 they just stopped doing it. The only kids who did it stole the candy and were jackasses, which pissed off neighbors who were disappointed in them not even wearing costumes.

Well, got off work around noon, felt pretty good and out of nowhere my mom called and said, "Hey sweetie, you need any money?" I was like, "Shut up, stop calling and offering me money, I was busy making my own money by working and you woke me from sleeping."

Part of me feels sorry for her, but I'm reminded by my family members when they tell me my mom inherited money from my uncle, which sucks because she's blowing it all away. Anyways, that's why I was rude to her because I just wanted to sleep but I am used to sleeping around an hour from now.

Which reminds me, I gotta do laundry tonight. Well, guess I'm busy doing chores when I'm not working.

Fuck it, doing it when I wake up. I just saw that stupid Freddy Kruger television show on Netflix, it was just on when I was sleeping on the couch enjoying my weekend off.

Last weekend was pretty cool, because of Memorial Day I had the day off (because the pharmacy was closed) and I actually feel sorry because Rite Aid was like, "Not happening, we have a crisis!" Fuck, I miss working for Rite Aid, CVS actually sucks.

I will say this, I have no fucking clue how they still pay money for those long ass receipts. Watch it end up being the reason why they go bankrupt, and not for all the shitty workers throwing away go backs and wasting cleaning chemicals on people who use our fucking shopping carts to wheel around their pets.

I'm still against that shit, but CVS has some shitty policy saying we can't harm customers. I'm not lying about this, we can't prevent customers from robbing the fucking stores, we can't tell customers not to do shit, we can't tell customers not to get specific medications or misgender customers, we're basically life's bitch when it comes to honest opinions or logic.

There was an issue a few months ago where a customer's dog took a shit on the carpet and all the stupid fucking worker did was apologize because our "big store" scared their "little pet" and he cleaned up after that stupid fucking dog. I would have told the customer to leave after doing that, because it's their responsibility to clean up after their pets and their fucking "pet" (yes, I call it a pet because you can't fucking give birth to a dog) took a shit in our store.

People get mad at me, but this is just common sense. You can't have customers playing like it's normal to put their dogs (and cats, birds, reptiles, I've seen it all) in the fucking shopping carts, they're not allowed because people shop for food in the stores.

Dogs are allowed to walk around naked as long as you put a leash on them, you can't do that with your kids. In fact, there was a child who ran around in a diaper at Mc Donald's, and took off the diaper and jumped in the ball pit naked and shit in the fucking ball pit.

I know it's insane to charge a child for indecent exposure, it was a child but the parent should have been charged something for it. Then again it was back in 1997 (or close to it) and nobody gave a shit, kids were still playing in that shit filled ball pit until they closed them down near me back around 2008.

Enough about Mc Donald's, let's stick with the dog that shit in the store because I got asked what I would have done. I would have kicked the customer out and told them dogs aren't allowed in the store for that exact reason, and I would have asked a worker to clean it up for me because a manager shouldn't be seen cleaning up dog shit.

My "supervisor" (there's nobody above me, we're just mangers) didn't have shit to tell me, she was like, "Your method works." Mainly because the point is a customer walked in the store, damaged the carpet and caused a scene because (we address it as the pet is their child) someone "defecated" on the property.

While their dog dropped a deuce on the floor, we need to have a worker clean it before any customers could some into contact with it. So we just call some kid to clean it (with gloves, trash bag, a towel/sponge and a spray bottle) and it's a simple solution.

The problem with that, is the manager cleaned it and apologized to the customer for it happening. If he worked for Rite Aid, he would have been terminated, the policy is no pets allowed.

We only allowed (not sure if it changed) service pets, there's a sign on the front fucking door that says they allow service pets. People often claim their pets serve some bullshit like anxiety or migraines, that's all bullshit, we go by the American's with Disabilities Act (ADA) because they're straight forward, no nonsense or bullshit.

You have to understand the difference between a service dog and a therapy pet, like service dogs have actual "on duty" things to be responsible for and have an ID. For example, someone who is blind might require a dog to walk them around the store, I'm responsible to handle any money being exchanged, and give them back the exact amount of money and may be required to place it in their wallet.

When that happens I greet them, announce my name and the person tells me their dog's name, nothing too special. You don't have to pet the dog (you're just supposed to know it's name, this was back when I worked at Rite Aid) you're required to make a clear path for them to enter and exit the store, and assist them to find the restroom if/when they need to enter the restroom.

Without being too nosey or creepy, you have to remain within earshot of them in case they fall or drop anything. It's just common sense things you're doing, but it's also good to know the dogs name to keep them calm while waiting for the owner (the owner didn't let he dog in).

There's also dogs that sense when someone is having a Seizure, also a bunch of other reasons for service pets but they all have their ID on them when they're on duty. People who have pets that have clothing that says "on duty" are generally fake (I just ask for their ID), like the blind guy doesn't fucking read, he's clearly walking in public and doesn't want to cause attention to himself or his service animal.

Eventually, you memorize the pet and he doesn't have to keep going in the store with their ID (this was common because the vest was uncomfortable and caused bald patches) plus the guy (or gal) could carry the dog's ID in their wallet. It's just for legal reasons, and it's why it pisses me off when someone fakes having a service animal.

Someone had a service animal once (this was a freak accident) and I found out it wasn't on duty. She wore all sorts of braces on her hands like she had carpal tunnel, braces on her knees and had a walker (designed to be a chair) and pretended she required the pet to get around but we found out they were just for looks.

This immediately pissed me off, and I kicked her out of my store for making that shit up. The bitch was looking after a service dog and lied about being disabled, you could only tell after reading the ID that the service animal wasn't assigned to her and wasn't on duty.

This is why you have to be clear that the dog isn't assigned to you when you talk about it. You don't just buy some shit for your hands and knees and a fucking walker to play it off, and she faked being handicapped for the fucking sign to park closer.

She had a red one (temporary) and I questioned her, and she fucking lied to me about the dog. I didn't make a huge deal about it, but she lied about being injured to extend that stupid parking pass.

She knew having a service animal had it's perks, but she was pretending to be disabled (people do this often) before they took the service animal to be assigned to someone in particular. How she obtained that animal is a question mark, because places who train pets don't just give them to idiots.

Anyways, I reported her for doing that shit because that shit isn't cool to pretend you're disabled. She claimed the dog was named "Thor" and I found out they don't get a name until they're assigned to a disabled person, because the animal is on duty when they get them.

Now after I went on a rant about this shit, I was talking about a pet, not a service animal. The reason why you have to tell people to basically fuck off, is because cleaning the shopping carts they put them in, and cleaning up after their shit is a liability while working.

If someone steps in their shit, we have to be responsible if they slip on the shit, ruin their shoes, get injured or anything. That could ruin your fucking store, you don't calm the person down saying, "It's okay."

So when it comes to how I'd deal with that situation, I don't give a fuck if it's the President or some dude about to buy a bunch of shit from my store, if they have a pet that shits in my store, I'll kick them to the fucking curb. It's why I don't bring my fucking pets to work, you just don't do that and people are like, "Well, I can't leave it at home, it'll fuck up my couch or dildo collection."

Here's the deal, if you can't trust a pet to stay in your fucking house, the animal is too retarded to come in my store. End of story, that's just how it goes, and I'm not sorry for saying this.

I hate how people always make up the excuse, "I can't just leave my pet at home." It's your home, that's where you fucking sleep, if your pet fucks up the house, that's on you.

You don't like it when I bring this shit up? Tough shit, anyways that's how I view it all.

I have an enormous amount of respect for service pets, zero respect for these "emotional support pets" (most of the time they end up biting someone and getting euthanized) because they're like having sex with someone who has down syndrome. No matter what excuse you make, it's still fucking retarded.

Yes, I'll admit it, I'm drunk right now. Just bored, my boyfriend isn't talking to me so I just assume he's busy with work, being drunk I just assume everyone hates me or I did something fucked up.

Well, I'm actually pissed at someone on Twitch who basically makes shit up and for some reason has some grudge against, this shit happened over a year ago. Her name is "kittiebooboo" which is a ripoff of 'Jay and Silent Bob: Strike Back', she's just simply not original.

I didn't like her since she ripped off my concept of, "Hey, let's stream with friends!" That was my idea, I just wanted a few friends to watch me when I first started streaming, plus I don't have a microphone and it's like a huge deal with trust.

Well, now it sucks because I have a roommate, I can't be loud in my apartment but I can play music loud because my headphones kick ass and God damn it I wish my boyfriend was awake. Anyways, just horny as fuck, drunk people must love this shit.

Whatever, back to the point, this bitch has been blocked (like I haven't read her comments) I'm just in the dark about everything she does, and this actually started with "weedmanyogurt24". I was upset with him when he banned me from his stream, and kittie made a huge deal about it, she was like, "Get over him."

The reason this is an issue is because she basically told me I had to get over it, but he was wrong. It was his friend named "zurrow" who was pissing me off, and I dropped out of the game (which is typical) and weedman banned me from his stream.

He was not only wrong for banning me, but I could have made it a big deal because zurrow was calling me a guy. I actually don't mind it when people think I'm a guy, I liked that shit when I was a kid (because my dad was a guy, everyone assumed his first born was a boy) I got a bunch of G.I. Joes when I was a kid.

No bullshit, I actually liked those toys way more than Barbie. That shit was fun to play with, with Barbie you had to get all the clothes, the cars, the house, every fucking playset.

Barbie reminded me that you can't play with her unless you had those play sets, you had to get the shoes, sunglasses and everything. It's why I hated getting her toys, you learn a lot about materialistic stuff.

With G.I. Joe (I had no idea who was the popular characters, I didn't watch the show or even know which was the Joe part of it) but there were a few toys that were expensive. Usually they were stuff like vehicles, tanks, ships, helicopters just a bunch of stuff you put the G.I. Joes in but that was fun.

The thing was, they were cool just playing with. You could bend their legs and arms and it just felt natural, plus when I thought I broke the fucking thing, some neighbor could always fix it.

It's not like the Ninja Turtles where some asshole would pull the head off and they were done. That actually pissed me off, I lost Donatello and Leonardo that way (lol).

Anyways, my dad got me everything I wanted (and when he was drunk he bought me tea sets for some reason) I was spoiled. One thing I remember was when I was really young, he bought me an Atari and that shit was awesome.

I'm not sure how it works, but we had a video rental store and he rented 5 games and never returned them. He was friends with the owner, I guess the guy owed my dad money and he kept the games.

We had that and some Coleco Vision game, anyways, I'm just rambling because I'm drunk. Shit got awesome when Nintendo came out, I remember getting it from Toys R Us.

They were like, "Which one do you want, the one from Japan or the ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM?" I didn't know what the fuck it was, but I was like, "The ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM!"

Without rambling too much, I remember it was around 1986 Christmas, I didn't expect it to be a huge deal but that was fucking awesome. My dad was drunk (as usual) and he said I had to get it, I didn't know shit about video games but I was excited to get it.

The years went by, but he insisted I kept the Nintendo, and I kept it until I went to college. Shit went missing, but I don't care, that shit was fun to play when you're a kid.

I had some shitty games, some good (like Contra, Super Mario 2, 3, Batman and Ninja Gaiden) just fun games. Some of those games survived, I actually have 12 games from my childhood.

Contra isn't my original copy, but I do have Athena, Excitebike, Iron Sword, Mighty Bomb Jack, Gradius, Mickey Mousecapade, Stinger and Super Mario/Duck Hunt (which came with the system). Those are just games I remember, I probably have more.

You know what, fuck that bitch, I'm having more fun talking about all the fun games I played as a kid. I used to play NBA Jam Tournament Edition often and had all the codes.

I used to play as the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Bill Clinton, Hilary Clinton and all sorts of made up characters. I'm going to look up how to fuck around with emulation stuff.

Okay, here's some shit that happened maybe 17 years ago. This was a story about a guy who owned a dog in Puerto Rico.

However, I don't know his name. I just remember he befriended someone named "Ivy Beth" at the time (she was an artist who had a strong following on Fur Affinity) and he got a ton of money.

Here's the deal, he lived in Puerto Rico and accepted donations to have his dog taken care of. I'm not for people to neglect their pets, and it was obvious it was his fault the dog suffered.

So one day he was crying about his dog who "escaped" from his backyard and got hit by a car. The dog escaped because he didn't secure his own backyard, I don't care what you think or say, that's neglect from the owner.

When you own the property (he claimed he did) you're responsible for your pets and everything on the property. This was when I found out his mother owned the property, he was like 20 at the time and dealing with paying for college.

I didn't think about the college (in fact, nobody thought about him paying for college) but they thought about the dog. This is what I got from his story, he never said the name of his dog.

So he posted 3 pictures, one of his dog in the backyard, another of the dog in a cage with a bandage on his arm (or paw, who gives a shit) and another of his dog with more bandages. I found it odd, but this is common when you live in a third world country, because people in shitty countries just put bandages on pets.

No report of bones broken, internal injuries, they just patched him up and sent him home. When a car fucking hits you, there's damage, so I called bullshit on this situation.

I said we should see the bill the vet sent him, find out what exactly happened to the dog, then you raise the money. He avoided my comment, just said, "My dog is a curious boy."

Here's the deal, when someone tells me that shit, I question them being responsible when their "pet" gets struck by a vehicle. To my knowledge, I just knew his dog was a boy, didn't know what he got hit by (or even if he got hit) but the person claimed the dog got run over and kept driving which is usually internal bleeding and you likely put the dog to sleep and give up.

The vet bill was bullshit, he just wrote on a piece of paper (which I thought was from a diner) "Dog, hit by car $800." This is why I mentioned he faked the bill, because if you live in Puerto Rico people speak Spanish there, it's all on the road signs and everything.

The dog was a German Shepherd, maybe he was lucky and only hit by the car (and not run over) but he shouldn't have been on the road in the first place. This stupid owner said the dog, dug through the fence and escaped, like it's normal, this fucking idiot didn't maintain his property and let the dog just dig out of his backyard.

When I claimed he should have had it tied up in his backyard, he claimed I was mean and should never own a dog. His dog fucking scratched his way out of his fucked up backyard and got hit by a car, the dumbass had no business owning a dog on that property.

So this was when I was pissed at him, the actual owner, because he was responsible for keeping his dog in the backyard. This is why I don't own a dog because I live in apartments, when I did have a pet it was a cat and I kept him in the house.

I did everything to teach him how to stay in the house, I didn't want coyotes or neighbor's dogs to attack him. That's how you take care of a pet, you don't just leave them in the backyard and find out after hearing a car hit it's brakes that it was a bad idea.

Anyways, this dipshit made up every excuse, was clearly a shitty owner and had no solution to his dog running out of his shitty backyard. His vet bill was paid, and they had some stupid "we did it" journal (that was deleted a year later) because his fucking dog ran out again and played Frogger on the streets and got hit by a fucking car.

I still claim this is all "allegedly" because there's zero proof. If it's real, that's fucked up, but it's it's fake, it's still fucked up because they lied to gain money off a furry website trying to support a dog.

This "Ivy Beth" chick turned out to be either someone transitioning, or an actual guy. Here's her photo, and just brace yourself because this is why you don't meet your heroes.

Yeah, that shit stain on the back of her neck growing with whatever the fuck mold is there with the scales. The facial hair growing on her chin, she's just fucked up but she was the person who actually funded the dog's vet bill when it happened (with her fans).

Fuck it, the Hunchback of Notre Dame funded this shit, to allow a fucking moron to own a pet that eventually died. She called me names, and I didn't call her names but she funded a pet to live (and I'm not against doing the right thing, but she was funding a retard) who eventually let the dog suffer.

I'd just like to think the dog was made up, like it was a lie, because that way nobody got harmed. They just scammed people into sending a total bill of $800 to fund some shitty dude to attend a convention.

There's more:

This is the behind the scenes stuff that happens, I went through his journals and found out his dog escaped 5 months before this ever happened and he didn't do shit. That was why I said he was a shitty owner, I didn't even tell anybody.

He runs the same scam each time, he likely never owned a dog and just wanted the money to pay for going to a convention. That's what I felt he did, he made journals about not being able to afford dog food, and making the excuse of, "I'll just buy myself food, I go to college and need my energy for school."

If he had a dog, who says shit like that? I know homeless people who supported their pets way fucking better.

So, yes, he was a shitty dog owner (if he actually owned it) and people from places like Puerto Rico do this shit often. I still say the website is polluted with scams since they allowed people to delete their accounts (which I'm guessing he did) and he just pops up again, scams again and eventually leaves.

Anyways, fuck him, fuck his scam, fuck Ivy Beth, fuck all that bullshit because bad people don't deserve the kindness of strangers. Fuck whatever the fuck is growing on her neck, she's got to see a dermatologist about that shit because that shit looks like some bacteria you find on a sick fish.

She's probably a guy, just imagine what his dick looks like if he allows his neck to look like that. The proud owner of neck herpes.

Tired, going to bed but I felt the need to write something. I was upset with that shitty neighbor of my mom's.

I've just been upset, I tried talking to my friend about it but he was like "No, shut up." That type of rejection is fucking annoying, but that's how he is and he doesn't listen.

I know the point of why he does it, because he's lived a sheltered life and doesn't believe in letting people explain shit. He's just like, "It's wrong, and before you begin this I'm just stopping it."

I get his logic, he doesn't want to deal with it. When I explain this shit more, people eventually understand that I should have called the police and formed a case.

Like with my stuff that got moved, I should have documented it all, just to prove that those were expensive cards that were damaged and who moved it. Just because I found out my mom told him to move it, she couldn't dispute it, and she did it when I went out for lunch.

I told his stoner ass not to touch it, that's all. It's not complicated, I saw how he moved my couch around and didn't trust him.

The reason why is because I wanted to pack it all away in my car and have it moved to my apartment. It's a separate apartment than where my mom was moving to, and it's why I told him not to fucking touch that box, it's not rocket science.

He wanted to move the box because he's fucking retarded, and my mom allowed him to do it. Therefore, the responsibility goes on him, and she did it because I tossed her "free" hats she got from all those years of going to "fan appreciation" day games.

Those hats were old, and filthy, they needed to be thrown out years ago but she took advantage of me going out to lunch and had him move my box that day. So I can't do shit about it, but I did cuss her out when she did it and explained to her how she fucked it up.

It was the stupid stoner kids fault, he wanted to move it, but it was my mom's responsibility to tell him, "No." She didn't care, and it pisses me off because he wouldn't have attempted to move it if my mom didn't give him permission to do so.

Anyways, fuck them, it just bothers me she fucked up and she tried to drop it but I keep bringing it up. I'm intentionally bringing it up because she's an insensitive bitch.

This was my holy grail of sports cards, Pokemon cards, comic books and autographed shit. Potentially worth thousands of dollars, but I can't prove shit because I didn't know if someone originally fucked with it, but 80% of the comic books are wrecked, the autographed junk (like a baseball, mini baseball bat, photo, etc.) is basically fine, they don't have to be in perfect shape.

Now the cards have to be in perfect shape, that's what pissed me off because I couldn't afford to put them all in sleeves and top loaders, that's why I told him not to FUCKING TOUCH IT! So all those cards were damaged, and I just fucking bought a fuckton of card protectors, I spent $200 on all the different top loaders.

They were in that box, it's the reason why I bought them. But you know, fuck me for trying to do something good after all these years.

I've had shitty friends over the years, and even my brother mentioned he was pissed that his friend opened his birthday present of an old shaving kit and used it. With him it's different, I told him the value of the cards were already way more when I had them, and he resolved that issue by putting shaving cream in his friend's backpack.

With friends like this, I'll let you fill in the rest. Fucking idiots, I'm not saying people like this should go to hell, but it's a good reason why in the 10 commandments it states clearly "Thou shalt not steal", in the same way someone tells you not to touch their shit.

Anyways, fuck him, he's fighting with his mom. The same tattooed bitch who cussed me out over complaining that a gay dude tried to start a fight with me.

She was like, "You guys take your fight outside of the pool area." When I didn't want to fight him, luckily my friends showed up and walked me home that day.

That was just a misunderstanding, the gay guy ended up being my friend, but he was upset I used the word "homo". I was like, "Hey, there's a ton of worse shit you could say, that was the nicest way I could say it without using the word 'queer' which I found more harsh."

We ended up saying we knew of the game "Smear the queer" which was intentionally named that. Other than using the word "fag" that's as close as you get with that stuff.

The funny part was I didn't use the word towards him, he just had a shitty day and went like, "who's the homo you're talking about?" And while I mentioned the person, he insisted that the name sounded black and he was just trying to fuck with me at that point.

It's just fucked up for me, because that guy was like 6 foot tall, I'm not very big and guys are intimidating. It's why I have a gun at home, but whatever, we live in a safe city.

I filed a complaint about her, not for her smoking marijuana but back when it happened, when she told us to "take our fight outside of the pool area", that was a threat. It doesn't matter what excuse she says, I took that as a fucking threat, and she couldn't avoid it and hated me since that day.

So she's my only excuse to talk shit about people who have tattoos, that stupid little angel she has tattooed on her arm looks like a fucking gargoyle now with her skin hanging. Fuck ugly people who get tattoos, that stupid bitch was like, "I'm from LA."

She's from Garden Grove, which is known to the rest of the people who live in Orange County as Garbage Grove. That fucking weirdo, well those are just my thoughts today, that and I feel like getting pizza.

I originally planned to move my box (the collection of stuff) in 4 sections, but when I was out having lunch my mom decided to move my shit when I specifically said, "Touch my shit and die!" Well, we went to Round Table Pizza for lunch, and this was just your typical going out for food and returning with a pizza for everyone to enjoy afternoon.

What pissed me off was they touched the box (well the stupid stoner kid moved it) and I couldn't prevent it from happening. I fucking told them I wanted to move it, that was my box, not someone else's, that shit was mine and by the time I found out he moved my shit (which we had 2 days to move) it was too late.

When he moved it, he grabbed the entire box and just put it on a dolly and moved it downstairs, probably banged it all the way down, and he probably bumped it in the bushes, but the point is he WASN'T SUPPOISED TO TOUCH IT. That was my collection of cards I had since I was 15, and it pisses me off.

This is also why I fucking hate stoners, nothing against smoking marijuana but you guys act fucking retarded when you're high and I don't trust you near my food or my belongings when you're high. Just how shit is, so I was pissed when he touched my shit, and now it's basically worthless.

This is where I'm at, you take a simple thing as a card (this was when I was a broke 15 year old, you can't afford all those fancy sleeves and top loaders) so a bunch of my shit was banged up. They were in perfect condition before he touched them, but now they're all basically worthless now.

This was why I told him not to FUCKING TOUCH MY BOX. It's not a metaphor for a pussy, cunt, or anything else, that was my fucking box of comic books that are all now worthless, and it pisses me off that he expected more money.

I EXPECTED to come home from lunch and have the time to section it all off in 4 parts. BECAUSE IT WAS MY FUCKING BOX TO MOVE!

Now I just have a bunch of shit that I'm going to toss out, that's why I made it clear that I WANTED TO MOVE MY SHIT! When you're in a house full of retards, telling them shit doesn't happen.

They NEVER FUCKING LISTEN! This is why I'm not upset with my mom's medical condition, because I fucking told her not to touch my shit when I was having lunch.

We all have to eat, we're human and we all have our needs, every now and then I have to take a shit as well. But fuck my childhood, fuck when I saved up my lunch money to buy a pack of cards and was proud I had a fucking Kobe Bryant rookie card, you know what, fuck me watching Moesha and seeing him in the episode.

All this shit because I told a fucking stoner not to touch the big ass box that was in the living room, because I went through my closet and found all my expensive cards that I collected. You know what, this sucks because I paid for the fucking dolly he used to move it, fuck!

I take that back, fuck all stoners who don't fucking listen. I'm tired of the excuse that "I was high", fuck Afroman if he walked in that apartment and touched my shit, because he was high.

I'm fucking pissed because the potential value of those cards, the comics, the Pokemon cards was thousands of dollars. Now I have a banged up box full of shit, all because someone was too fucking high off his ass to listen to what I FUCKING SAID TO BEGIN WITH!

FUCK! This pisses me off, all because I had to eat when I should have bought Postmates or went to McDonald's, because buying food for everyone is my downfall, that fucking stupid stoner kid.

Who am I kidding? He's 32, that stupid fuck still lives with his mom and smokes with her like she's a kid, she's fucking 60 and all her body tattoos look like shit, she's not 25, she's old as shit.

This is why I never got a tattoo, because when you're old and your skin sags they look like shitty kid's drawings on your skin. Don't get tattoos, they just make you look ugly when you get old.

She shat him out when her tattoos were decent, and she praises her granddaughter when she doesn't praise her granddaughter's mother because that bitch doesn't get along with her stupid stoner kid. Who fucking touched my box I told him specifically not to touch, I don't care how many times I say this, I told him not to fucking touch the big ass box that was sitting in the living room.

His name is Luke, if you meet someone named Luke who smokes weed, punch him in his fucking throat each time you see him. That is all, oh and make sure he's Mexican looking.

That was a fucked up thing to say, she knew I liked him a bunch. The next reason is she treated my belongings like shit, I fucking told her not to touch them.

Let me explain, I had a huge box full of my entire collection of sports cards, Pokemon cards, comic books, records and just overall autographed shit. When you tell someone not to touch shit and they fucking touch it, that's beyond a party foul.

So I tossed out her collection of stupid hats she got for free at the Angels games. She asked me why and my answer was, "burn in hell you old bitch."

She had the fucking nerve to claim my dead aunt (who was a Dodgers fan) reminded her so much she put a pin she got from her funeral service on the hat. I didn't say shit, I just gave her a mean look.

I told my friend she was bullshitting us, told her my aunt died after my uncle died, that's how she's related to us. She's not a fan of baseball, she's not an Angel fan, my mom just put her stupid pin (who was arranged by her family) on the hat she got for free, so fuck her dumb ass.

She told a stupid stoner kid to move my fucking box and his stupid ass banged the box up (which is why I told him not to fucking touch my shit) but retarded people don't listen. I knew he was high off his ass when he moved the couch and almost broke some $40 decoration.

Then the stoner kid asked me for more money and I gave him $50 when my mom gave him $400. His dumb ass moved my fucking box, I said not to touch it, and when I gave him the money I told his ass not to come back because he didn't listen.

Now I looked at my box, it's all banged up, because of the stupid stoner kid. I told my brother to kick his ass, he didn't know about my cardboard box.

These were full of my Kobe Bryant rookie cards, that entire draft class. Anyways I'm pissed, fuck him, fuck my shitty mom.

My mom is bugging me, sorta pissed because it's when I'm supposed to be sleeping but she told me she's getting a pacemaker surgery. I know she's scared getting the surgery, she has the right reason to bring up, "what if this happens."

Stuff like malfunctions, all sorts of junk, but she has to get the surgery. Anyways, it just bothers me she decided to bring this shit up to me when I'm supposed to be sleeping.

Alright I'll admit it, I fucked up my car, I wrecked the side mirror and felt like an asshole when I did it. I screamed "fuck" when I did it, and it sucks.

I'm just pissed off that it happened, and it's because I wanted to give my neighbor enough space. He just parked too close to me and I thought he could use more space.

I basically backed up against the structure holding the stupid thing, but I didn't expect to hit the fucking thing. I feel like an idiot for doing that, but whatever it happened.

My boyfriend says it's going to cost $250 but I do have the money. I work all the fucking time, I can afford it.

I'm just pissed I fucked up and basically gave up $250 because I didn't pay attention and fucked up my car. This shouldn't have happened, it's a stupid mistake.

Anyways, be careful when you drive, be safe and pay attention to everything. Thanks for reading, have a good day.

I'll be going there in roughly around 4PM and helping her move her stuff, but I think my brother has it figured out. We just have to bring the boxes to his truck and unload them into the new apartment.

Not to be rude, but my mom was having me go over to her place constantly and I fucking told her, "until you get the key, don't call me, figure your shit out." Originally, they claimed he had like 14 hours to move until he called the office to get a fair amount of time to move all that junk there.

It's not all junk (90% of it was my old furniture) and now I get to toss it out and be like, "well, this used to be cool." Whatever, long as they used it that's fine by me, but I'll never give her my dressers ever again.

She basically used it as a file cabinet to store all her shit (garbage paperwork) but whatever, it's her junk. She originally stored them in a dresser, but once again, it's all trash.

She managed to break the bottom of the dressers, probably because they're not intended for trash to be in them, or because her fat ass sat on them and treated them like garbage. She also fucked up my bed, by sitting on the side of it, so now I have to buy her a new bed.

The apartment attracted cockroaches and ants (because of food and drink in her bedroom) which I fucking told her not to do. This is why I stress out and flip out on my mom, the toilet paper thing can be ignored but the eating all the fucking time has got to stop.

I figured it's not my problem, but the apartments made it their problem and she has to pay a fee for attracting the "pests" because it's pest control that has to show up. I also found out there's an attic above her walk in closet and she hid things in there, not anything illegal but she crammed a bunch of shit in there.

Below her chair (it's where she eats) is a bunch of actual chunks of food on the ground, my brother refused to clean it up and it left some sort of stain in the carpet. Just another reason to prove she eats (drinks) too much is she kept my water filter (like a gallon sized one you have in the fridge) she always uses that until it's empty.

The only people who refill it were me and my brother, but she acts like water is magically going to be in there. He stopped filling it up and she continued to not replace it, so needless to say, it got thrown out instead of someone changing the water filter.

Things got thrown out that weren't supposed to be, nice things became shit and that's the fault of my stupid mom. I had a single rule for her, if you can't open it, you can't close it, you can't use common sense, don't fucking touch it.

She's opened bread, food in general, the water filter, my personal belongings and she doesn't know how to open it or close the fucking container because she's not smart enough. Those get thrown out, they become trash because the person living there is too retarded to close or open an item, and that's 90% of my mom's problem.

Anyways, I have to help her move and throw out a bunch of her bullshit today, so I'll be busy. No more food, no more bullshit, all her bags will be searched and have it all transferred to the new unit.

I don't care what she says, and she's not going to have the master bedroom this time. I don't care what anyone says, it goes to my brother and if he fucks this up, that's on him.

I did this in front of my mom, had him talk to me about how the apartment was infested with bugs (like fruit flies, ants, cockroaches) and he told me it was because mom always smuggled food to the bedroom, but he also mentioned that the cans he recycled (he's basically a drunk) attracted bugs but mom attracted the bugs in the house because she's too retarded to crush the cans. He actually showed me when my mom threw out the cans, and he was right when he mentioned it because she's the reason why cans got stuck in the bag, half of her cans were filled with soda.

He also put them on the backyard balcony, which resolved the issue of the fruit flies. So the reason for the bugs was because my mom snuck in food to the bedroom, she's not to be trusted, and she naturally attracts bugs, so he gets the master bedroom and she just puts her shit in the spare room.

I said this in front of her, intentionally so she knew her status in the new apartment as the "retard" who lives there. She can't eat properly, she can't even replace the toilet paper roll (the fucking plastic holder thing that goes on the stand) and her fat ass moves and fucks up the seat but because she's too fat to be sitting there.

She doesn't clean, she doesn't know how to cook, she eats like a pig, she doesn't know how to assemble anything and she's going to live in the spare room instead of the master bedroom. That's that, anyways there's much more to it that you think, but if my brother doesn't fuck this up she should be moved in by Friday.

First of all, nobody should be told when something is healthy for them unless they're mentally ill. I had a co-worker tell me shit about "hummus" being some super food, but the fact is this was taught to them by the mosques (temples, the Muslim version of church) because they can't afford real food when they're in their country.

Is hummus healthy? Absolutely!

But not everyone can eat it, some people have allergic reactions to foods but just in general, I haven't had hummus until I was in 3rd Grade and had it at a friend's house. Now it looked like crap, and it tasted alright, but if I had my parents offer any of that shit to me I'd assume it was actual shit and decline the offer.

Why is this a big deal? Because my idiot co-worker is Muslim, and well, this is just the facts I'll share with you.

Muslim men totally pressure people into doing what they want, when they want, and for some reason change is a bad thing. If you really want to look into it, look up the Quran, Sharia Law and factor in that Muslim men don't like change.

It's basically like this, he's a man who likes his Apple phone and all modern technology he uses, his vehicle and all the related apps with GPS and discounts for fast food. This is basically the problem, because with all these fancy things, he still obeys Sharia Law which was designed over 2,000 years ago (and in some cases much longer).

The only reason why he brought it to work was to see if people thought it was some special food, and it's not special. Whatever beneficial things hummus provides can be replaced with shit like tofu, garlic and actual vitamins we sell at our store.

I'll say this, fuck hummus when he mentions it, because it's not some magical thing you put into your body and heal. The only beneficial shit in it is garlic, and I don't feel like having people tell me my breath stinks.

This is the other historical accuracy that he won't admit, Jewish people have been using hummus for thousands of years. Saying that would likely get me in a fight with the guy, so I'm not going to say it.

It's just when he says, "This is the food of my people." He doesn't fucking get it, but this is what these assholes do.

So when he hands me some shit from a brown paper bag and says, "It's good for you, it's good for you." I decline it, if I want hummus I'll buy my own and not tell him about it, I don't like idiots who do shit because they're told to do it.

I first heard the word hummus when I watched Aladdin as a kid, and I didn't care much for it. I'm just saying there's healthier stuff out there (like ginger, aloe vera, turmeric and basic fruits) that are actually fucking healthy for you.

I don't listen to people (and not just Muslim men, or hell, women) I just don't believe everything that I hear. The fact some condescending piece of shit tells me this junk at work is stupid.

I'm just not stupid enough to cuss him out over it, but I will tell him not to tell me what to eat on my breaks. This is the difference between what I complain about (at work) and how people will twist stories around and actually file complaints about workers.

Yes, I'm fully aware that people like to sue and fire people often, it's part of the territory. Rite Aid trained my for this, it's a bit psychological, but it's really just common sense.

We don't need that shit, but I am going to tell him (just in private) not to talk to his boss that way, and I'm not going to write him up. If he pisses me off I'll send HR a novel of why the toilets are clogged and suggest it's caused by on the ingestion of hummus.

If we're not going to use the cameras to prevent theft, I'll have an excuse to get him fired for each restroom break. Then again, that's if he gives me a hard time, it should be fine.

Tomorrow I have to help my mom move, she's got an apartment that she's actually on housing for. So after work I get to move all her shit in the apartment, but the funny part is 90% of the furniture is actually my stuff, so whatever.

Anyways, it's her place to move around and function in. She's probably going to waste money on furniture, all I really had was a living room table and the bedroom drawers (and bed that shit fucked up sitting on the side and made a permanent dent in) and other junk.

She might throw out a bunch of stuff (I really don't care) but at least she'll have some new furniture. Plus if she throws out the drawers I'll take them home with me.

So I'll be buying her a new bed, and I know all the shit people say, but I'm financially able to support her. I don't mind buying shit when you need it, but I did tell her not to spend money on shit she doesn't need to buy and food she doesn't need to get.

The worst part about her spending habits is she constantly buys fast food shit, she's always hungry and she uses all the fucking toilet paper, this has been addressed. The fact is she's old now, she's fat and a disgusting person with zero friends.

That doesn't mean she doesn't deserve to be happy, it just means she needs to stop eating like a pig. I'll even say it, she never learned how to cook, she has no skills in the kitchen, I even taught her how to "prep" for cooking and she never does it.

It's simple, you want to make something nice you have to preheat the oven and prep all the different things you need to make a meal. Like I said, this is simple shit, that anyone can do.

She's just too lazy, and much like I said already, she's fat and lazy and doesn't care about her health. Let me give you an example, when I asked her if she's like some "menudo" (yes, it's soup and not just that stupid Ricky Martin band) she made it from a can.

Why is this a big deal? You make it from a can and it's basically garbage, stuff from a can is basically designed for surviving in a nuclear bunker.

it's not homemade if it's from a can, the only shit you can pass off as homemade from a can is cranberry sauce, tomato (paste, sauce, diced, etc.) and gravy. Even chicken soup is way better when you boil the chicken and actually make that shit from scratch.

Every now and then I'll have some canned stuff, but the thing is they put a ton of salt in canned stuff, it's why they claim it has a bunch of sodium in it. Yes, I know it's because sodium (salt) helps preserve the food, but it's why having canned food is basically junk.

I do like certain foods canned (mainly fruit cocktail, Spaghetti O's and ravioli) but I rarely eat them. Anyways, not saying all food is bad from a can, but it's just to let others know that you can cook food you buy from a grocery store, they have a whole produce section for a reason.

I'll just say this, for those who don't like canned goods, you can easily just buy bread (mayonnaise, or mustard but I don't like mustard) and peanut butter, jelly, lunch meats, tuna (yes, it's a fish), chicken, eggs and make your own meals. I used to boil eggs and my mom would eat them all (yes, she's fat) and I would get pissed off at her for eating my lunch each day.

But the fact remains, she ate healthy when I lived in the apartment with her (not sure when she moved, fuck it) so she knows what eating healthy is like. I really didn't buy too much shit for the freezer, mainly stuff like ice cream, popsicles, frozen vegetables and breakfast stuff was all I had.

Now when I look in her freezer I see a bunch of burritos she microwaves and fills her body with fat. There's no benefits to microwaved food, each time you see that "lean cuisine" junk, all the vitamins go to shit real fast because it's basically fast food.

I eat fast food like twice a week (if that) just because I'm always in a rush to go to work. I often decide it's best to eat at a sit down restaurant, even Sizzler and Denny's is a better option than Mc Donald's, Burger King or Wendy's.

They're basically the same price, I'd rather have a steak dinner at a sit down restaurant with actual healthy sides. When you get them at a restaurant, they can't just make them in the microwave.

Speaking of which, I remember when we had Outback Steakhouse (like a long time ago, maybe 2012?) and that place was awesome. You know, it was converted from a Bob's Big Boy restaurant, but now it's just a crappy Starbuck's place and a different structure.

I just remember we had a crappy waitress and I wanted to let her know her service sucked. So when we paid the bill (and she was extremely rude, she actually left the bill in the middle of us eating our food) I gave her tip ($20 on a $50 meal) to the other waiter who was nice to us.

The funny part about it was, he was extremely flamboyant (he was gay as all hell and not shy about saying it) and he rubbed it in her face and limp wristed ran around celebrating it. I was just like, "Our service sucked, here's our waitresses' tip, you can have it."

That shit was worth it, seeing him dance around and snapping his fingers was not only hilarious but he made her feel like shit. If I knew he actually hated that girl, I would have tipped him $50 but we were in a hurry at the time.

The place went vacant like in 2017, and the strange part about it was the radio still worked for that place. You could hang out around there and listen to music, they had speakers on the outside but were no longer in business.

It got demolished in 2023, and they just built a Starbuck's there like a few months ago. So for 5 or 6 years they had the radio on, and that shit was a private station (not something you could find with your car or a radio frequency), it was a closed circuit station.

Anyways, I don't know the full history of the place, I just remember it was originally a Bob's Big Boy. Most of the history is summed up with watching the Austin Powers movies (lol).

My mom is still alive but she's been a pain in the ass, I just found out she only has $20,000 in her bank account and I fucking told her not to spend it. Money doesn't magically appear, and I found out she qualified for housing like a year ago and had her apartment ready.

She's been asking me for money this entire time and my dumb ass gave it to her thinking she was struggling. I got a good deal with my living situation, I pay $800 a month to live where I am, but the condition is they keep an eye on me.

I basically have zero privacy, cameras in the front entrance and back entrance, I'm actually fine with that. Just means less theft, but the city I live in is safe.

Whatever, I signed my apartment contract last month (March) so I'm here for a year, and I'm fine with it. I just can't have visitors or go out too late.

You know, I'm not upset with how people draw my character, but I named it a white tiger for a reason. Not because I'm white (I'm not) but the character is supposed to be a white tiger.

When I got the ref sheet I knew people would draw my character gray because it's just easy to do it. This isn't a racism thing, it's just I wanted my character to be drawn white.

Prime example, my friend D20 (d20thoughts) drew my character and I thought it turned out great. He just drew it gray, which is fine and I paid him $50 to do it, didn't ask him to change a thing.

The thought was there, and I think it looks fine. However, it's not white, so I always tell people it's a white tiger.

This happened when I got my ref sheet, the original was drawn gray (again, I have no clue why they do this) and I had it corrected. I don't know why people draw it gray, but they do.

White tiger.

This is why it's important to do this during the ref sheet phase, you have to let artists know what you want drawn. This wasn't created to bash my friend, he's not the only person to do this.

The ref sheet phase started off like this:

Just to give you an idea what people sent me, again, I said I wanted a white tiger drawn. Nothing personal, but even my boyfriend seemed like he didn't care about it, we were just having our characters drawn.

Maybe it's just a personal thing, but when your character gets drawn a certain way, you get upset. I don't get upset, I just correct the artist drawing the character.

Anyways, leaving this picture just to make you laugh.

You ever have someone tell you, "Oh try this, it works great for me!" Well, I've tried it and it screwed up my settings, and when you fuck up streaming it throws everything off balance.

For example, I've had music when I stream video games and someone decided to tell me, "Hey, try this setting." So I did, and it had music playing in the background when I streamed video games.

It was pretty cool, but the thing is, I don't memorize how I changed stuff and I don't know how to do it again. You know that saying, you can't teach an old dog new tricks?

Yeah, that's me, and for whatever reason I can't get the exact settings to work again when I try it. Not to mention, when OBS (the stupid stuff I have to stream with) updates, it fucks everything up.

Here's the deal with me, since I'm not recording my streams I don't get copyright strikes, it's probably just dumb luck. I don't really care, but while I stream it really pisses me off because I told a few people about this but whoever files the copyright claims makes it so I get paid jack shit for streaming.

I'll take a screenshot or whatever, but I basically get paid $0.01 cents for doing a 3 hour stream. I know it's because I play copyright music, but it's unfair when they take money away from me.

So, just working on that, and I don't mean to claim I'm the coolest streamer ever because I play music, but seriously give me what I've worked for. If I spend an hour just streaming, I expect to get paid for what I provide, I keep an audience of 10 people happy so don't rip me off for what I'm doing.

That's just all I ask, I work a normal job and get paid pretty well (I'm not struggling to pay bills or nothing) so just make this fair. As you can tell I looked up a video on YouTube just to change the settings again, but every video I've found just seems to "hint" at creating this optional setting, but they don't actually teach you how to do it.

Oh yeah and I bought "Dead by Daylight" last night, not sure if I'll play it too often but it sounds fun. I don't plan on buying games too often, all I play is Fall Guys for now, and I have a bunch of emulators to play.

It's a bit annoying, but my sister just bought a house (and I'm not bitching about that) but it's kinda nice that my mom gets to visit her and she has a yard for her dog. She basically invited me to see her house, which has a pool, it's in Corona, sorta far but it's worth the drive.

I just feel that my job sucks, it's not successful and people pretty much throw away anything profitable. When I first worked (at Rite Aid) the reason why I became a manager was due to me creating a profit for the store.

You can have a store making a profit off of cigarettes, lottery tickets (scratchers) and alcohol no problem. But here's the deal, CVS doesn't sell cigarettes, I used to keep track of the stuff that expires.

One thing I did was remove selling milk (because it doesn't consistently sell) like you order it and end up throwing it away when it goes bad. So I stopped ordering it, I don't care about people who asked for milk, you want milk, go order it from a gas station or 7-ELEVEN, plus grocery stores sell it.

We'd get like 20 gallons of milk and only sold 3 of them, and after throwing them all away I just cancelled ordering it. Sometimes milk sells, but overall I found myself throwing it out, so it's not profitable.

If you've seen that movie Clerks, there really are odd customers that come in your store and try to find the milk that expires the longest, they're everywhere. But that's how it goes when you work at a pharmacy.

Some candy stuff doesn't sell, I decided to just give out free candy, just because it would have gone bad. Valentine's Day, Christmas and Easter candy doesn't sell, but we're required to sell those products.

Halloween candy is the best sellers, you can claim they don't sell (because we buy too much) but those are hot sellers. People just recently bought candy (because of COVID) so that was just bad timing.

I don't know if Walgreens sells cigarettes (I don't shop there) but if they do, that's easy to profit on. I actually had the option to work for Walgreens or CVS, I chose CVS because they have a monopoly on the drug industry.

But here's the problem, people constantly steal shit, employees and customers both are being monitored for theft. Our system sucks, the locks we have at the store, the hundreds of cameras are basically useless, theft protection is pretty much useless.

My policy (it's everyone's at CVS) is when people steal shit, you just inform them not to come back in the store. It's insane how much shit gets stolen, not only that people just throw products out instead of putting it back on the shelf.

That's what we call "Go Backs", the numerous items usually get thrown out, just by lazy workers. Workers often take items that are opened and just pocket them, they're supposed to return them.

I understand when you can't find where the items belong (some items are seasonal) but they still sell. You just have to mark the price down, even employees will buy stuff on sale.

I really respected Rite Aid when they had security guards, no idea why they changed the policy but they did. It's these stupid things that happened (along with COVID) that makes me hate my job.

Now I do enjoy the policy of not having to login for work, breaks, when I worked at Rite Aid you had to submit it in writing, like I had to do that over 20 times. They had me on camera, but whatever.

I miss that shit, having to know you had someone watching you and they can call your store was pretty cool. I miss having the responsibility of having the keys to the store, how we opened the store for medical reasons (like people who needed medication for having donated organs).

I actually went to the store (minus COVID shutting the 24 hours down) and I got to go in the pharmacy to get someone's medication, the only thing I was required to do was wear my shirt (and the policy is you can't wear baggy clothes). When they do inventory and anything is missing you can get busted if there's proof you stole any medication (people have done that).

It's rare to do these tasks, but it's actually pretty fun knowing you are important enough to be trusted. Even the safe was pretty cool to have access to.

I just don't feel important, even my sister got her dream home. Like I mentioned, I don't have a problem with her buying the house, it's her money.

I don't know how she got the money, not asking her, maybe she took out a loan, but good for her. Not sure about the pool she has in her backyard, she invited me to go swimming but I declined the offer.

Not as an insult, I just wanted to rest from work, Corona isn't that close to me. My only issue is I don't like driving far and Corona is like 40 minutes from my apartment.

It's just not worth it to go to an unfurnished house, but I'm a little happy finding out the next door neighbor has a husky. So my sister's dog has a friend.

I'm still unsure if she has electricity, water or gas in her house. I saw pictures but that's just to sell the house, I'm pretty sure the pool looks like crap now.

You also can't go swimming without getting sick if it rains. Just not worth going there until I know she has it all setup.

I'm not going to sleep on the floor, I don't know if she has air conditioning. But it's in a nice area, so I'll eventually be there.

I'll probably visit her in a month, just have to wait until I know she's settled in. But yeah, I'm fine with her, we just don't hang out.

She just needs to get her dog to stop shitting in the backyard. Whatever, it's her house and dog, they'll figure it out.

So I feel that CVS doesn't care, and it's been depressing with the workers tattle telling on me (despite me being a manager). I fucking miss Rite Aid, stupid pandemic.

Anyways, I'm just not happy. I think CVS will end up losing a bunch of workers from those stupid long ass receipts and self checkout lanes, it's just stupid.

I sold that Bo Nix card weeks ago, and it's pretty cool how they do it, like you can't just sell the card. Instead you have to send it through PSA (Professional Sports Authenticator) and the place by me is in Santa Ana but you pay some flat rate (I paid $80 total to ship it).

The actual ownership on the card is done through the bar code on the card, they make sure it's legit. But I paid so much just to ship it because it's a card that exceeded the value of $1,000 and had to be insured.

I'm not bitching about it, I sold it for $1,600 and minus amount I paid for the box, the grading fee and shipping it's around $1,300 profit. This all funded me sending cool shit to a bunch of friends, I basically thought of it as an excuse to send toilet lights to all my friends.

So after sending the lights (and a bunch of crap I bought from Hobby Lobby) I basically didn't profit off it. I sent a bunch of clothes, boxes of sports cards, mugs, the toilet lights and some pretty cool USB light up plugs to all my friends.

I said I'd do it, and I did it. Oh and the awesome part about it is simple, I don't collect Bo Nix cards.

I knew he could get injured and the card would become worthless (he might be the next Tom Brady, but currently he's just a guy who broke his ankle in the playoffs) so the guy doesn't really impress me. I'm not sure if you're familiar with sports, but he reminds me of Tim Tebow, who basically is known for not being able to throw the ball, tried to play baseball and gave up being an athlete.

The concept of these "Kaboom!" cards sounds really dumb to me, so I got out while I could. Even the market doesn't know what to do, these cards sell for roughly $1,100-$2,000 (Gem mint) and that's a risk I'm not willing to take.

If this guy gets injured again, or plays poorly, his cards will go down in value and that had me worried. I think what they were doing was trying to create a "buzz", because these cards are hard to find, but it's not like they're autographed.

Anyways, just making that clear and I don't care if it ends up increasing in value because that card shop was a ripoff. I got what I wanted out of it, and now I'm just sticking to buying cards at the CVS I work at.

Speaking of which, CVS now sells dildos. I spotted it the day they came out (just over a month ago) and I got myself a Trojan Divine Massager (I'm not joking) so I've been happy with that.