I�ve been on the road quite a bit lately, thus the reason for the sparse updates. I�m in a bit of a money crunch, but then again, aren�t most of us? What made this week so frustrating was that it took me in a direction I seldom go, the northwest. I have friends in that area that I�ve not seen in a very long while. I still didn�t get to se them. Life is so frustrating sometimes. I was in Portland, and Seattle/Vancouver is so close, yet it might as well have been a thousand million miles I guess. Someday I suppose, someday.

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I was in a Flying-J near Boise Idaho deciding on whether to get the French toast or eggs from the buffet when I saw her. She was of Latino decent and had dark hair and even darker eyes. She had those eyes that are so deep that you just fall into them. She had this little lock of hair that kept falling into her eyes. She was brushing back this lock of hair when our eyes met. I wasn�t aware that I was staring, but I suppose I was. What I was staring at was something out of place with this picture. Here was a lovely girl with a huge bandage on her arm. I was pondering this seemingly out of place and unnecessary feature when it dawned on me what it was. It was a cover. It was covering a tattoo. Like a flash of bright light it all came to me. In my mind�s eye I saw the boss. I see him as some evil modern day businessman whom has never worked at hard labor a day in his life, but has a degree in some irreverent topic. I see him standing there casting judgment on this poor girl for having a tattoo, culling her into some group no doubt.
I chose the eggs, and grabbed some bacon, sat down and slowly ate. I couldn�t get the girl out of my head though, so I watched her busily working around the buffet. She cleaned around the pancakes where sloppy people poured syrup everywhere but on pancakes. Like a butterfly she flittered about cleaning, wiping and refilling items as they ran out. Effortlessly she maneuvered within and around customers who barely if it all noticed her existence. I kept looking at the bandage until curiosity overwhelmed me. I got up and walked up to her. �I�m sorry, but curiosity is killing me.� I started, �But isn�t that a tattoo under that bandage?� She told me was, and that it was a cross. �They make you cover a cross?� I asked unbelievably. I couldn�t believe they were making her cover a cross. I told her as much, and that I was sorry she worked for such shallow people. She agreed, albeit quietly, but also said she had to pay bills and jobs were hard to get. I shook my head and sat back down. I sat there, played with my eggs and was unhappy. The more I thought about it the angrier I became.

I handed the register girl my ticket and asked if the manager was available. Now bear with me reader, because even I know at this point that I�m about to have one of those moments in time where I show my ass in public, become one of those people that make everybody within earshot uncomfortable.

I hate it when I do this, but by then it�s already happening and there isn�t a damned thing I could do to stop it even if I wanted to. I admit it, I can be obnoxious, but only when I see injustice to others. Strangely, if it�s me that someone is being abused or mistreated, I will say nothing. I would much rather take whatever is happening rather than confront my abuser. I think it comes from being abused as a child and assuming I deserve whatever is happening to me. However, should I see another person, or especially an animal being mistreated, suddenly I become Mr. Obnoxious Asshole, defender of all oppressed individuals and others that cannot or will not defend themselves. It�s a problem. I am trying to deal with it and bite my tongue. On this day I was unable to do so.

�Excuse me Sir.� I began politely, �Why is it that you make your employees cover their tattoos?� Even as I said it, I feared for the young girl�s job. Even now I fear she might have been fired because of my big mouth. I listened as this guy started the same old corporate mumbo-jumbo that spews forth from all those that are part of the order of the brown-nose. �The tattoo does not reflect the image that this establishment�s management wishes to project to the public. It is feared that the image of tattoos will offend customers and drive them away.� I sighed. �I guess the fact that she has a cross, a religious symbol, on her arm makes no difference in this ruling?� I asked. �No, the image makes no difference at all. Any tattoo is taboo� He answered. I cringed at tattoo and taboo being used in the same sentence. �So,� I queried, �I suppose that a military tattoo would be improper as well?� �Absolutely.� The reply came. Here is the part where I show my ass. I pulled up my uniform shirt sleeve revealing a tattoo that says U.S.M.C. I them told him that I would save him the trouble of firing me as a customer, as I wouldn�t be back, seeing that the management disapproves so strongly of tattoos. I started to walk away, thinking how again I had showed my ass and embarrassed everyone around me with my big stupid mouth. Then I heard a voice behind me be muttering �I heard that!� A big grizzly looking guy covered in tattoos was showing the manager his arms and was telling him he wouldn�t be back either. I was shocked, but not nearly as shocked as I watched one by one men and women show this guy one or more tattoos on their person and informing this guy that they wouldn�t be back either. The manager was standing there with gaped mouth as they paraded by, paying their bills and showing a tattoo, earring or other body modification and saying they wouldn�t be back. It seems they had backed up in line behind me and were listening to the whole thing. One guy told how he was a Vietnam veteran and was tired of being looked at as a second class citizen after all he had given in that war, watching buddies blown to bits and suffering from P.T.S.D. (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) just because he had military and other tattoos on his body. The attention of all the diners was focusing on this manager by now, and he finally flew his arms into the air and exclaimed that he would take the matter up with higher management as soon as he could. I smiled and walked away, but hindsight is 20/20 they say. I realize now that in the future when they spy a tattoo on an applicant�s person, they simply will not hire that person to start with. That is sad, very sad, and so unfair. All I can do is hope that someday they find themselves in a lawsuit over discrimination, because they certainly deserve it.

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In other news, I have a friend that I just want to jump in the truck and drive there and shake the crap out of her. She is a bright individual who is great with graphics and things, but just won�t go and take any courses to further her earning possibility. I get angry, not really at her, but at the damned situation. She is so much like me it�s freaky really. We even have shared some of the same experiences. I just really want her to be happy, and I don�t think she is. I want her to be proud of herself and to have a brighter future. The trouble is she doesn�t really want to go to school. I�ve been there too. Depression comes in many forms and rears its head in stranger ways. What some deem as simple laziness is perhaps something all together different. I really wish that I lived closer to her. I think I would unofficially adopt her. I see a female version of myself in her sometimes. I guess I shouldn�t say much more, she reads this, as do our friends and I don�t want to embarrass her. I love you kiddo!

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I might have to stop reading Omorfia�s diary, she gets me so randy sometimes, talking about her voodoo stick and such. *sigh* Why is it that when we think of a girl masturbating we envision a beautiful scene where she rolls her eyes back in her head, slowly closing them in ecstasy. What a beautiful scene! However, when we think of a guy masturbating, we see some middle aged balding fat guy in a tank top and crusty underwear wanking off to child porn? Yuck. Bad visual�. Never mind.

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I was recently ripped off by Spint PCS. They basically laughed at me and won�t return my money per their 100% guarantee. They suck goat balls!

In retaliation I will build a website for the sole purpose to discredit them. After all, the manager I talked to last week told me to go ahead and build whatever I wanted. That means I have permission, right? (He said with an evil grin) Stay tuned for more information about this. If anybody out there has a story about Sprint, and would like to share it, please contact me. I would love to include your story on the site. Thanks!

Today�s random diary quote is brought to you by:

�Women have much nicer tits than men. Women possess the magical ability to be good friends with a guy without wanting to sleep with him at all. Either that, or they are just better at hiding it. Women can sing much higher than men. Women can limbo much lower than men. Also, even most women agree that a beautiful woman is much nicer to look at than a beautiful man. Also, they tend to smell better.�

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Here Are 14 Facts, Are They Just Coincidental?

The date of the WTC attack was 9/11: 911 Is Our Emergency Number 9+1+1=11.

September 11th is the 254th day of the year: 2+5+4=11.

After September 11th, there are 111 days left to the end of the year.

119 is the Iraq/Iran area code 1+1+9=11.

The WTC Twin Towers which were side by side, looked like the number 11.

The first plane to hit the WTC towers was Flight 11.

Flight 11 Had 92 People on board 9+2=11.

Flight 77 Had 65 People on board 6+5=11.

The first NYFD crew to go into the WTC was Ladder Company 11.

The State of New York Was The 11th State added to the Union.

New York City Has 11 Letters.

Afghanistan Has 11 Letters.

The Pentagon Has 11 Letters.

Ramzi Yousef Has 11 Letters In His Name (He Was convicted of the attack on the WTC in 1993).

Good Night Diaryland! -Tim