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Name: Kaye.
Birthday: 4/28/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: Any form of art. Guitar. Knowledge. Cooking. Exercising. Creativity. Simplicity. Hip Hop. Lubang, Philippines. Video Games. Movies. Fixing things and getting things accomplished. Optimism. And him!!! ;)
Expertise: I'm a Renaissance Woman!
Occupation: Student.
Message: message me
AIM:  whoz netty
Yahoo:  nettydorko
Member Since:
9/25/2004
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| So.. there I was.. having a typical day of school and work. My boyfriend usually picks and drops me off during the weekdays since he works closeby and we go to the same school anyway. I was out of work and ready to go home.. until I realized, my boyfriend wasn't parked where he'd normally park.. waiting for me. I went back inside the employee room to call him (because I don't have a cellphone.. long story). Called two times... no answer. I decided to write up a few employee "thank you" cards before I'd make a third call. And finally, he answered after the third call saying he was at Staples to use the Wifi.. and to give him five minutes. I wondered why and thought he must be watching some sort of video on his iTouch. Five minutes pass, and I lost my patience. I decided to walk towards Staples no matter how dark it was.. I heard one of my supervisor/managers call my name which I simply ignored because I was too shy to get a ride from him. And I finally see my boyfriend's car turning towards my way... and saw... a homeless woman sitting in the car next to him. I wonder why but let it pass.. and decided to sit in the backseat.. next to a ridiculously large luggage.
Boyfriend: "Yea. She's my girlfriend. So, where am I going to drop you off?"
And I wondered.. "drop off?" I sat there suffering with this huge stench roaming around my boyfriend's car and started to feel light-headed. And this homeless person started complaining about how she should've caught that bus. And how that Pizza Hut delivery man left her. And how she didn't have a place to stay. And to drop her off at Panda Express. Shell. Chevron. Denny's. Back to Panda Express. Staples. And for about 10 minutes driving, I realize, we weren't going anywhere.
Homeless woman: "Pull over at that parking area over there. I need to pee."
For a minute, I got scared. I thought, "this is it. I'm going to get murdered by a homeless woman. WE'RE going to get murdered."
Then she walks out of the car, pulls her pants down.. and literally pees and pulls it back up. Gross.
Whispering as she pees the Atlantic Ocean outside the car..
Me: "WTF IS GOING ON?! WTF DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO?!"
Boyfriend: "I DON'T KNOW! SHE JUST GOT INTO MY CAR!"
Then she walks back into the car.. only to start driving around in circles.. for another 10 minutes.
Homeless person: "Where are you taking me, baby? I don't know where to go, honey. I'd go to my "so and so (friend, son, etc.)'s" house but it's already too late. Drive me to *insert location here* (which happened to be MILES away [further from home.. which I happen to have to be home ASAP before my mother turns into bruja mode and doubt she'd believe this story])."
We tried several lit-up places telling her to go ask someone else to give her a ride.. but she didn't "know anyone" there.. well, she didn't know us either minutes ago. So, we drove further... and further..... and further down the street.. somewhere in the mountains where she "lives." Only a mile away she said.. but it seemed as if every mile, was another mile.. and we weren't going anywhere. I was getting so ticked off. Pissed off. Furious. Worried that I'd get into trouble.. and I didn't want to be a bitch. But all her "baby, honey, baby" talk to my boyfriend wasn't helping either. Neither was the constant brushing of her sticky hair (which I think got some in my mouth) and her smelly, urine-perfumed body. So, I decided to yell out dropping her off at the police station. But it wasn't working.. so I had to throw her luggage out of the car.. and she LUCKILY walked out of the car to pick it up. And we drove off.
I got home telling this ridiculous story to my mom. I don't know if she believed me. But, holy shit, worst experience ever--in comparison to my experience getting chased down by the hobo while withdrawing money. ._.
My boyfriend told me he was at the parking lot on his iTouch and saw her peeking into his car. And she decided to knock asking if he had a cigarette lighter. And he did. Then, all of a sudden she asks for a ride somewhere.. and knowing my boyfriend being uberly nice and wanting to do good deeds (he can't even hurt a fly. But this is why I love him anyway), he agreed to it. Until he realized she had a huge luggage hidden in Pizza Hut that she needed to pick up and ate up his gas driving around in circles.
Moral of the story? Don't trust a homeless person easily.
I normally am not a bitch and all mean like that, and I'd help her if I didn't have such a crazy life myself.. but she was pretty nuts. I've helped many homeless people with money plenty of times.. but I think that's all I'm going up to helping a homeless person. Or maybe, the biggest help I can give is buying food for them. Either way, horrible experience. Never really "trust" a homeless person. They're actors/actresses and/or they messed up somewhere in their life.. and are not willing to fix it or find ways to fix it. You want to help? Go help them find a job.. I think that's the best thing you can ever give.. if you do have all that time.
She probably does that for a living. Hell, my boyfriend has told me about a homeless man pretending he's homeless, and after the job's done, he dresses back up in normal clothes and runs back into his Porsche.
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| I'm far more than just tired of you picking on me. I've forgiven you God knows how many times. If you want to play a game, I'll play. The object of the game is to forget we ever knew each other. If I can't get the equality I give to you, then might as well forget we ever met. I thought you would've changed by now, but you're still an insecure bitch. I hope you realize that, because I'm not giving you anymore chances. Props if you ever find a real friend because I actually had enough patience being someone you can pick on. All I ever wanted was to be treated equally, but I guess you can't do that. Good luck with life. | | |
| ..but if you at least tried to talk to me, I'm still the same.
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| I'm sitting in the computer lab of the business building at school... and there's a class going on right next me. And.. I think I'm next to a religious-human sexuality class.
Asides from that, I went number 2 today in the bathroom and ran out of toilet paper. And the second roll kept tearing because the roll was too big. I had to dig my arm through the dispenser to get enough toilet paper to wipe my tushie. :(
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