my manager is a creeper.

he knocks on the door at 9 pm. me and my mom exchange glances. i answer the door and he says, “can you move your car over a bit?”
so i think mom must have parked really crooked and the neighbor must be sitting down there stuck. so i say, “ok, i’ll move it now.” he just stands there. and i shut the door. he starts talking as the door closes.
my mom is like, “put on a sweater and cover yourself.” since i’m not wearing a bra.
i don’t think it’s necessary, but i put on a sweater and some shoes and he’s WAITING FOR ME in the elevator. and i’m thinking, that’s weird. and i’m so glad i listened to my mom. and i wrap the sweater around me. and like, what? are you making sure i really do go move my car? why are you here?
the neighbor was not there. her car was parked. our car was crooked. but not even as bad as it’s been before. i get in and straighten the car out. this is a simple enough task. or at least it would have been if the manager hadn’t been STANDING BEHIND MY CAR!
he would call himself “guiding me.” i had to ignore what he was saying completely and just try to make sure i didn’t hit him. i straightened out, but i wanted to move further away from my neighbors car. i put the car in reverse and had to wait while the manager crossed behind my car. then he stood in the space i needed to pull closer to the left.
then he wanted to chatterbox back to my floor on the elevator.
so, my neighbor was parked and didn’t need me to straighten the car out. he just wanted to… what? i don’t know what the fuck that was about.
he is ALWAYS being inappropriate! i could give a million examples right now, but i don’t want this to turn into a full-fledged rant. :/<!– text

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>weirdos alike

>i thought i was weird yesterday morning when, directly after breakfast, i decided to make brownies. when i heard the timer on the oven and took the brownies out of the oven to let them cool, i saw my brother was having breakfast.

about 20 minutes later my brother gets me to come into the kitchen. “that oughta do the trick!” he says.

he had frosted the brownies.

it’s good to know there’s someone in the universe who’s just as weird as i am. 🙂

>-oh, nothing.

>i don’t really have anything to say, so i’m gonna make another “weird shit i saw and took a picture of with my phone” series. let the weirdness begin!

it’s a bit blurry, but there’s a man with a fish slung over his shoulder. a giant fish. it’s cherry flavored cod liver oil. i don’t know about you, but that sounds way grosser than regular cod liver oil!

i don’t know what it is, but it’s whipped, and you can buy it for $2.98. a bargain for mystery whip, i’d say!

i’m not having any of your poison cocoa, lady! every time i see this i wonder how many victims this lady has claimed.

it only looks like dog food. it’s people food. they promise.

this sign was posted in my the exam room of my doctor’s office…

and here’s the only thing that was in the room. there’s at least an inch of dust gathered on that stuff. unless the sign is referring to the canister of cotton swabs across the room? i’m pretty imaginative, and i just can’t think of anything dangerous to do with those things.

it’s a sad world where this is the way you advertise. what’s even sadder is it’s probably really effective.

this is what it would look if you received a package from Voldemort. MAC Makeup is clearly run by death eaters.

i just like the can design.

i just like the composition. i stumbled upon it quite randomly.

>weird stuff

>i usually share these one at a time, but Photobucket decided to take the initiative, make a folder called “Mobile Uploads,” and start putting stuff from my phone in there. now, considering both my neurotic love for organization, and my overwhelming laziness, this usually would be a good thing. but since i’ve conditioned myself to check my photobucket and post what’s on the first page, and this stuff never went to the first page, it didn’t work out so well.

anyways, on with the weird!

either Yoga gurus are known to get a hankerin’ for Del Taco, or Del Taco is trying to communicate something to their patrons. either way, this is just strange.

next we have veggie grated topping. no, no. not topping for your veggies. grated topping made out of veg. i don’t know what it is. it supposedly tastes like Parmesan. i’m not brave enough to find out. and i don’t hate my intestines.

now, i don’t know about you. but all i see when i look at this is someone depressed and stuffing their feelings. no effort. grab a spoon and a bucket, wash your feelings down with cheesecake. personally, i’m waiting for brownies in a bucket.

and this one is less weird and more awesome. i found this in a Carl’s Jr. i love Monster. yeah, yeah, it’s bad for me. *rolls eyes* it’ll cause heart attack, aneurysms, internal bleeding, cancer, and spontaneous combustion. shove it. i want a quick death.