Life and lyrics

This weekend was amazing. I went down to Hockley, danced like a madwoman at the ball, wore a jellyfish dress and drank redbull. Gotta love it.
I am so glad that I got to go. I really missed seeing all of you wonderful peeps that populate that area. I'm not sure if I said much to you. I was really tired. But I enjoyed seeing you.
This morning was murder. I woke up and went back to sleep. Work was grueling. I'm pretty sure that people sick their dogs on me on purpose. It was So hot, so I wore shorts. I think that dogs see legs and all they can think of is Bacon. It didn't help that I was so paranoid. I was practically running away every time I heard a dog bark.
You stand at the door of youknownotwho's house, and you reach out your hand and push the doorbell. Once. Silence. You wait with bated breath for a millisecond that seems like forever and then you hear it. That high-pitched throw up of sound and the scuttling of claw against floor as the dog runs full speed into the door with a thud. Silence. And the wretched creature smashes his face against the bottom of the door and sniffs as hard as he can while his compatriots bark like maniacs until the owner comes.
"Be quiet" Yeah, that's gonna work. Why don't you say it even more halfheartedly and they might obey.
If it's a nice dog it will be satisfied with either licking or just scratching up your ankles until they are raw. But most of them want more then that. They're going in for the kill.
True story: I just got literally chased off of this old lady's porch by her dog that wanted blood. Old lady with walker: "Dearie, you dropped one of your flyers" Me, running. "Have a good day!"
When you say have a good day, the most common reply is *Grunt* Just letting you know. Cause I say it to about twenty people a day so I know. And most of those people I don't even want to have a good day cause they just ruined mine.
But I'm not complaining. I just thought that you guys that work at saving people's lives and spending hours on the phone trying to sell something to people would like to know how hard it is to give away free stuff. Its really nice when you get someone who doesn't have to be forced to say yes. ITS FREE! Okay guys?
Chinese woman who doesn't speak English and had to have her daughter translate. "FREE!?!?!" Me: "Yeah, I know!" Woman: "REALLY FREE!?!?!?!" Or nice guy who is pleasantly suspicious: "Its completely FREE? what's the catch!?" Me: "well we have all our information on it, so we do get some customers out of it" Man : "But still! You come all the way out here for FREE!"
I like those people. But its a rarity.
Mostly people are shaking they're heads emphatically as they try to fend off their vicious dogs.
But I like my work. WEEDMAN! I like the nice people who joke around with me about my horrid yellow tent of a shirt that I wear. I like it when I get more points then Mercy. *Barely EVER* I like it when I dont get none yesses. And I like playing the yellowcargame on the drive. I almost always win. Oh, and I like the fact that since I have a job it forces me to look presentable. Cause I aint got the motovation to do it on my own.
Me in the morning: ergh. I guess I should wash myself and put on daytime clothes... Maybe I'd rather die.
Walking in the morning is great. I can fill my head with music for the day and get some energy out of the little children that are with me, and also it makes me hungry all day! But only for carrots.
Itsh nishe.