Didja hear? Didja?! Wanda Maximoff is going to be introduced in the next new episode,
airing April 20th!! It's to be named "The HeX Factor" or something like that... Can we
say Scarlet Witch, everyone? Yeah! Pietro finally gets his family! Awww! *sniff* :D
(Hope this doesn't jack with my storyline too badly...)
NEW THING: PLEASE READ: Got your attention now? Hope so! Okay, just for
anyone who is scared off of reviewing because you don't want me to ramble at you
endlessly in reply: please just leave a "Do Not Reply" or a "DNR" on your review, and I
will leave you alone. Promise! (By the way... doesn't "DNR" mean "Do Not
Resuscitate"? Just a thought...) ^_~
Ooooh! Psycho B is mega pissed off at her miserable optometrist!! That heinous bitch
won't let me have my colored contacts. Bitch. Grr... just because she `doesn't think
they're a good product for me,' I get nothing. I wanna be purple again! Waaaaaah! Eh --
she's a fool if she thinks this isn't gonna lose her a client. There are about three other
optometrists in the same freaking shopping center, for God's sake! She should have
anticipated keeping up with the competition. Not that I care what she does anymore, her
being a BITCH and all... Must. Find. New. Person! Maybe a guy this time, so all my
cutesy begging and pleading can actually get me somewhere... >:D Girlish charms. Gotta
love `em. Oh yes.
And now, Psycho B shall unlock the mysteries from the previous chapter! Things more
than one person pointed out! First, the mysteeeerious letter Ororo found: that, ladies and
gentlemen, is a plot hole. I honestly tried to think up something to put in it, but I failed
miserably, so I left it and kinda forgot about it/ ignored it... bad me! So yes, plot hole.
Picture this: lots of apologies and thank-yous, but-no-thank-yous. Make sense? Eh, I
totally forgot about that. It was just supposed to be all dramatic and stuff, then disappear,
or so you'd think... cuz I didn't really know what to say in the letter. Ahh, whatever.
Next: Rogue helped them by getting them out with her security clearance codes, and also
by swiping them the necessary medical equipment for their injuries, such as pain
medication. Lastly: Evan is bi, and since he still flirts with girls, odds are no one at the
institute knows of his sexual preferences. (Though I could be wrong...) He would,
however, have no problem insulting Pietro for his obvious homosexuality now, since he
was spurned in the past by said boy. Kinda like revenge for rejecting him in the first place.
It would be giving Evan the perfect instrument of revenge! Good luck trying to prove
Evan's really gay himself, after he's blown Pietro and Lance's cover! Anyone would just
assume Pietro was trying to be petty and mean to get back at the black boy for making fun
of him. Make sense? I hope so! It does to me, but then again, I'm the one explaining it...
kinda like when math class doesn't make sense -- the teacher is obviously the only one
understanding everything, cuz she's the one explaining it! D'oh! >:D
And response to... (don't bother reading unless you've reviewed/read the reviews recently)
*DarkFire: Yes, Mags IS a big hypocrite. And I cannot blame you for not giving away
your own interactive material, but maybe some nice people who don't do one will help me,
for Psycho B is tapped out. ^_^ Just kidding! But close, man. I'll just have to sit and
watch my entire taped series over again, but this time have a notebook and pen ready to
take down all the nifty things I see!
*batE: I love you. I swear, you leave me the nicest reviews! Whenever I'm in doubt, all I
have to do is sit back and wait for batE to review and tell me it doesn't suck as bad as I
originally thought! ^_^ Your Evietro *will* be a lemon, because I need more, uh,
practice writing slash scenes. Yeah, that's my excuse... O.o That and the possibilities
intrigue me as well... You BF just isn't up with the situation, doll -- he must be trained.
Ya hafta start `em early, or else they're tough to break! Pietro probably could eat to
dozen tacos, but I'm not sure they can afford to let him -- the little piglet! ^o^ Yeah, I
could definitely see our boy Pie-baby as a dancer -- slender, graceful, gorgeous and quick,
he'd be the perfect partner! Too bad for the girls he's gay! Which pretty much goes along
with most male dancers, I've noticed... O.o Freddy and Todd will do what they always do
-- try and take over the world! *ahem* Oh yeah, right, wrong show! *smirks* They
will, umm, do stuff. Yes. Do stuff. Can't get any more specific, cuz it's not written yet,
aside from this chapter! :D
*R: Oooh! Very long review for you! ^_^ True, I do not require much sleep, seeing as
I've been functioning without much of it for some time now (due to this story) soooo by
the wee hours of the morning, I am effectively psychodelic, or one might think... But even
late at night, I don't see Lance selling his ride to pay for ballet lessons. Sorry, Pie-honey!
Pietro's whining will come to a dramatic end in this chapter. You'll just hafta read and see!
:D
*Tears Like Blood: You little hentai! ^_~ Okay, ya snagged me and my laziness --
Evan's whole `gay-and-making-fun-of-Pietro' thing. It is explained above, as you probably
already saw! And I do agree, Lance and Pietro hopping into bed instead of the Jeep might
have been fun, buuut this thing will have a plot of it kills me!! So they had an accident
instead of more sex. For now, anyways... ^_~ Sorry, no Rogue three-ways. Killer skin,
remember? Kinda tough to get around... that, and the fact that our boys don't like girls!
I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with her... probably just keep her where she is until I need
her again! >:D Aaaaanyways, I've already done the `Pietro-in-a-leotard-and-tutu' fanart
thing. I doodled a bunch of plie-ing chibi-Pietro's in pink tutus all over my homework last
week after I finished that chapter, and now my teacher is further convinced that I have
deep psychological problems. I would show them to everyone, but I have no digicam or
scanner, so that masterpiece, along with the
`smirking-Pietro-and-sleeping-Lance-in-bed-together' pic I drew, are doomed never to see
the light of day... erm. O.o I would love to see any fanart my readers make, though! It's
probably bunches better than mine, anyway, so then I'll see it and feel all bad and inferior
and be depressed... and take it out on our boys! Noooo! >:D
*SailorWade: Ahh, it is good to be missed. ^_^ I'm gonna do it numbered so I don't get
lost, `kay?
1. Damn! That is my new fave excuse for making these poor boys nothing like they are
on the show! Yeah! `Evolution'... heh heh. ;D
2. I totally knew you knew, it just looks funny in print: `amnesia'... funny-lookin'!
3. Yeah, amnesia sucks, so that's why our Pie was spared the visit from the evil amnesia
fairy!
4. Monkeys can and do make websites. And some of them even sell on eBay! ^_~
5. Crap! Now I'm not sure if that was s'posed to be Super Mario World or Super Mario
Land or Super Mario something else... dammit! Whichever one has Bowser at the end,
and all those shitty ghost houses, and the nifty, gets-stuck-forever-in-your-head songs
(like the forest of illusion) that's the one. That brown level, number six, perhaps? I'm not
sure if it's really chocolate, not that I really think about it, but it *is* brown, sooo... eh.
It's the one with the green and purple Barney rip-off fire-breathing dinosaurs! That's what
I meant... sorry! (D'oh!)
6. Okay, here's what I know about Wanda/Scarlet Witch: she does these little hex-bolt
thingies, and her powers have something to do with probability-altering and making
unlikely things happen, whatever the Hell that's supposed to mean. She has limited
magical abilities, and apparently, she can start stuff on fire, but I'm not sure if she can
control it all the time. See? I know pitifully little. And that's because she's not in Evo,
because the writers are too dumb to give our Pie his family... UNTIL NOW!! I'll stop
ranting now. I need to go into my favorites list and hunt down that X-Men bios page I
saved back in the day...
7. I have Pietro and Lance's `leotard moments' in my ever-growing list of things I wanna
work into the story, so it'll prolly show up soon enough. IF I stay on task! (And that's a
BIG if.)
8. That's what I said!! So appropriate, don'tcha think?
9. The capslock thing was referring to another review I had... I guess that didn't really
make much sense. As usual.
10. Dude. You have uber-shitty personnel in your banks if they don't even give out
lolli-pops. But where I work, I sometimes don't wanna give `em out, cuz the ungrateful
little brats that get them don't ever like the flavor, or they start crying for some stupid
reason like me not being psychic enough to read their spoiled little minds to guess what
flavor they want... brats.
*Sky_Angel: Your `net slang' may be fine with more computer-oriented people, but I am
an idiot. I don't understand half the lingo I come across. Yours really isn't that bad,
compared with some stuff I've seen. Don't feel bad about massive replies! If you can take
the time to write, so can Psycho B!! And actually, the numbered things make it easier to
follow, at least for me, so I know I've answered everything. Yeah, Gambit does sound
mighty cool -- but I haven't heard anything about him coming to join the Evo cast anytime
soon, so... damn. Too bad, Roguey-baby! Eh. You'll get more smut AND more angst!
Sound like a plan? Wanda may be mentioned again, but she may not. I can't really say all
that much about her, cuz I don't know all that much... which makes it tough to work her
into the fic. And although making Pietro have amnesia might be cool in some ways, it
wouldn't really work in here for what I have planned, so no. But you're absolutely right,
Red Witch *could* do an awesome job on it, despite making it a comedy! She's a cool
chicky. ^_^ Maybe she'll read this and take a hint? Naaaah. I'm guessing she doesn't
bother reading slashy stuff -- doesn't seem her style. That Jeep sure is resilient, ain't it?
^_~
*Cherry Drop: At least you were just forgetting to review -- some of my faithful
supporters haven't been *able* to review at all for some reason, logged in or not! That
would totally suck. And you sound like you're giving up on your smut submission -- I
think we all are. I cannot find one single request that sounds do-able to me. I don't really
wanna do original characters, cuz I suck at that and it'll never turn out right and the
requesters will hate me. *sigh* But I promised! I hope Ramsey's demented muse doesn't
hunt me down and kill me for my slacking off. Sporks -- a cross between a spoon and a
fork. Basically a spoon, but with little serrated edges at the tip, like a mini-fork, so you
can poke things. And twinkies are like oily little angel food cake rolls with white creme
inside. Fattening little bastards. Eating more than one or two at a time makes me sick,
personally. Unless I'm really craving them, which hasn't happened in years. Good
question possibility. I shall add it to my list. ^_^ Both boys in leotards would be a very
nice sight, indeed. *drools* Defenseless invalid, my ass -- it's more like `manipulative,
conniving, sneaky, hot, sexy...' You get the idea. ^_~
*Imhotep Ardeth Bey: Yeah! All that and a bag of chips! Mags hasn't actually learned
about any of this yet (and who knows if he ever will...) so we cannot be certain of how he
will react. Only time will tell. ^_^ I am wearing my ballet slippers right now, and they
are actually quite comfy. I can definitely see Pietro wearing them around the house, too.
^o^
*terry: Perhaps, my darling, you happened to miss chapters nine through thirteen, plus the
various other innuendos in the rest of the chapters... naaaah! You must just picture
NC-17 as Ramsey-esque stuff -- hard-core porn. But! Little kiddies may try to read this,
so I must put a good enough rating on it so they will think twice before reading (as if that
has *ever* stopped any of them before...) Yes. Thank you for your liking of the fic!
`Short but frequent' -- I'll have to use that... >:D Eh. Aaaaanyways, just in case you were
wondering, there will indeed be more lemony stuff to come. Our boys haven't yet done
the `real deal' -- you know what I mean. Real sex. Aside from BJ's and whatnot. So on
to it, then! Soon! ^_~
Disclaimer: As if! No, really, if you actually believe I own any of this (makes grand
sweeping gesture) then I have some prime swamp land down in Florida you may be
interested in... No, seriously. I don't own anything. (Duh?)
*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter eighteen: Sleeping, Shopping, Whining and Muses!
Lance was rudely awakened by a clammy, webbed-fingered hand shaking his shoulder.
"Get up, yo," Todd said as he continued to shake the rock-tumbler.
"Quit it, Todd!" Lance hissed, trying not to disturb Pietro. Apparently, his pain
medication made him sleep like the dead.
"School, yo! Remember, the big brick building with lotsa teenagers an' funky old people?"
(A/N: the Hell...?)
"We aren't going for the rest of the week. Xavier's excusing us," Lance explained to his
young amphibian friend.
Todd blinked. "He can do that, yo? Man, what can't they do?"
"Wouldn't know," Lance muttered as he snuggled further into Pietro's makeshift pillow
fort and tightened his hold on the speedster. Todd shot a dirty look in their direction
before leaving the living room and heading back upstairs.
"Did you see that look?" Pietro asked suddenly, startling Lance, who had been drifting
back into dreamland.
"Since when are you awake?"
"I was awake," Pietro assured him. "Uh, just outta curiosity, did I, umm, say anything
weird last night?"
Lance was glad Pietro wasn't facing him to see the small smile playing on his lips.
"Maybe... what do you think you might have said?" he asked, nuzzling the downy-soft hair
on the back of the speedster's head and gently kissing his smooth, white throat.
"Oh, I dunno, anything..." Pietro adjusted his position to allow Lance better access to his
neck.
"Such as...?" More necking...
"I'm not stupid! You're just trying to get me to tell you! It won't work," Pietro informed
him, but Lance already knew all about what Pietro feared he'd told him.
"Well, I'm *sure* it was just the drugs talking..." Lance started, before Pietro turned
around on the couch, cursing at his ankle for not being healed yet, and poked Lance in the
chest, demanding he explain himself immediately. Lance had to grab his speed demon to
prevent his falling onto the floor.
"What did you hear, you nosy little..."
"It's hardly being nosy if someone's talking to you," Lance replied easily, enjoying
torturing the white-haired boy. He felt slightly guilty, but it was just so much fun!
"What. Did. I. Say?"
Lance reached up to brush a stay lock of hair from Pietro's forehead, choosing his words
carefully. "You said some things about the old days," Lance answered vaguely, hoping
that would be enough to subdue Pietro's curiosity. He should have known better.
"Old days?"
"Yeah. Youandyoursisterandfather." Lance spoke quickly and quietly, hoping Pietro
wouldn't catch what he'd said. Apparently, talking fast is not the best way to trick a speed
demon.
"WHAT?!" Pietro was practically hyperventilating.
"Relax, Pie, It's not so bad," Lance promised. "You just mentioned some things about
dancing and a fire that your sister started and that Magneto took her away from you," he
finished in a rush.
"Oh God," Pietro moaned, flipping onto his back and covering his face with a fluffy
pillow. Lance lifted it to peek underneath. Pietro turned away, his eyes suspiciously shiny
with unshed tears. "Why, why did I *do* that?"
Lance was offended. Didn't Pietro trust him with his secrets? He should know that Lance
would never betray him and say anything. Lance reminded Pietro of this fact.
"Whatever."
Pietro's mood swings were starting to get on Lance's nerves. "Look, everything you said
is okay. What does it matter? I'll tell you -- it doesn't."
"Eh." Pietro recovered his face with the pillow.
Lance decided to change tactics. "Aww, c'mon, baby, don't be like that. It's all good.
You never have to talk about it again if you don't want to."
"Sounds like a plan."
"See? Nothing's the matter, we can have a perfectly nice time without thinking about it."
"I guess."
"Even though you *would* make a beautiful ballerina..."
*SMACK!*
Lance knew the best way to make Pietro forget about the current situation was to get
more pain medication in his system. "Todd!"
Lance called more loudly the second time, and was rewarded with a thump and a crash as
Todd bypassed the entire flight of stairs with a jump and skidded to a stop by crashing into
the front door, along with the threadbare Persian rug. "What, yo?"
"Pain pills."
"Gotcha."
Todd disappeared and reappeared with the necessary equipment. "Here, yo," he said,
handing over the pills and glass of juice to Lance. He knew Pietro would need some
coaxing.
"Look, Pietro, juice! And a nice happy-pill!
"No! Those make me say things," Pietro objected. Lance smirked. "If you don't take
`em, your ankle's gonna swell up to three times that size."
"Give it here!" Pietro demanded, swiping the glass and the pill and sitting up so he could
drink without spilling all over himself. He closed his eyes as the precious medication was
absorbed into his system.
"See? All better," Lance said as he began climbing out of the pillow fort.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Lance thought quickly. "I uh, have to go... to the store! Yeah! No one's been shopping
yet, and we need coffee. And food, most likely."
"You're not dressed," Pietro reminded him as he went for his coat.
"Oh, right. Better shower first!" With that, Lance bounded up the stairs.
Todd was still in the room, watching the bizarre spectacle. He shook his head.
"What?"
"Nothing, yo. Just find it weird how you's two hooked up, that's all. You's are total night
an' day," Todd said.
"That'd better be a compliment, Toad."
"Sure, I guess... I gotta go to school now, yo, so I'll catch ya later, a'ight? Freddy! Get a
move on, yo!" he called up the stairs to his large friend.
`Great. Doomed to a day of sleeping and watching mindless soaps. May as well start it
off with a nap,' Pietro thought as he settled back into his cushy haven.
***
"I'll be back real soon, Pie. Just sleep, it's good for you and it'll give you something to do.
Uh huh. No, don't get any ideas from Jerry Springer! NO! I don't care *how* cool it
looks. I said no! Pietro! If I come home and find you..."
Lance was beginning to regret calling home from the grocery store payphone to check on
his friend. He'd already fed the evil machine a dollar fifty in quarters for extended time
usage, and the line behind him was getting restless. "Pietro, I mean it. I will be home very
soon. Just go to sleep and I'll be home with lunch before you know it. Yeah. Love you
too. Bye." The closing comments earned him some odd looks from the other store
patrons waiting in line for the phone, but Lance was too tired to care. He'd just spent two
and a half hours and over four hundred dollars on groceries that would probably be gone
by the end of the week. `Thank God Mystique gave us that supermarket debit card,' he
thought to himself. `Too bad it's only good here. Everyone could use new clothes, and...'
He looked down at himself in disgust. He looked like some trailer park trash! `Ripped
jeans and a black t-shirt. The ever popular grunge look,' he lamented, rolling his eyes.
Maybe while Pietro was confined to his couch, he could take him up on that offer of
making him some new clothes...
Lance finished loading the groceries into the Jeep and hopped in, determined not to speed,
even if it meant not catching Pietro before he was going to try whatever stupid stunt he'd
witnessed on Jerry Springer.
***
Lance almost felt bad about thinking of all the ways to punish Pietro when he arrived
home to find the speed demon napping peacefully in his pillow palace. However, the
rustling of the grocery bags soon woke him, and the whining began again...
"La - aaa - ance!"
`Christ.' "Yes?" Lance called back, making his voice as syrupy-sweet as he possibly could.
"I'm cold!"
`Duh, you idiot, there's no heat in here... no! Not idiot! Pretty, sweet, innocent... idiot.
Eh.' Lance's trip to the store had not put him in a good mood, despite all the fresh coffee
he'd purchased. "I'll bring you another blanket in a minute."
"Laaaaaa - aaa - aaaaaaaaaaaaa - anceee?"
`I'm gonna kill him.' "Just a minute," Lance sang out, much akin to the stereotypical
housewife in most classic television series. He cringed at the horrific chipperness in his
voice.
It was surprisingly quiet when Lance entered the living room. After the initial shock of
seeing Pietro *not* whining at him immediately upon sight, Lance looked to see just what
had so raptly captured the speed freak's attention. A `Jackass' rerun. Joy.
`Great -- now he'll be imitating the morons on *that* show,' Lance thought in irritation.
As if Jerry Springer wasn't bad enough.
"Pietro," Lance called, crossing the room to give his friend another pill. "Pietro! God,
you look like an addict or something! Stop watching this crap," Lance commanded,
shutting off the TV.
"But Laaaaaaance!"
Lance snapped. He spun around and pounced on Pietro. "You MUST STOP whining!
You MUST!! Do you understand?" Lance demanded, shaking Pietro's shoulders roughly.
Pietro just looked up at him, his eyes wide with shock and appreciation. "What?"
"God, you're sexy when you're mad."
Lance wasn't exactly prepared for that. In fact, he had been half-expecting Pietro to start
crying. Lance blinked. "What?"
At this time, two small Lance-figures phased and bamf-ed, respectively, onto each of his
shoulders. His own muses. "OhmyGod!" the one sporting the golden halo and wings
squealed, giggling itself into a stupor.
"Shut up, you fool," the pitchforked muse hissed in retort. "You're making an idiot of
yourself, and embarrassing me."
"Well, like, just shut up yourself, party pooper!" the good muse said, obviously flustered.
"We're never gonna get laid if you can't control yourself, dummy." Evil muse.
"But, like... so?!"
"So...? SO?! What the fuck?! Where did they *grow* you, man?" the evil muse asked,
shocked by the fact that the "good" muse didn't seem interested in the possibility of sex.
"Umm, like..."
"Ya know what? No. NO! You are *so* not gonna do this to us." And with that, the
evil muse tripped over to Lance's ear, and began whispering things to make him cooperate.
"You DO want to ravish the hot, sexy, defenseless invalid, you DO want to ravish the hot,
sexy, defenseless invalid..."
So he did.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Whee! More muse-related fun! This time, Lance's muses come into play -- and just in
case you didn't notice, one is more of a Kitty-ish muse, and the other, even though it
bamf-ed, is still more like the typical "devil" muse, not a Kurt one. But they both look like
cute little Lances! Capish? >:D
Summary continuation/update: Pietro wants Lance, Pietro makes plan, Pietro
accomplishes plan (sort-of) Pietro changes/revises plan midway through, Lance acts on his
own unknown-to Pietro-and-himself feelings, Lance blurts out mega serious but true
three-words and kisses Pietro due to lack of caffeine, Lance feels guilty but relieved,
Pietro freaks out, Todd blabs to Rogue (implied), Pietro confides in Rogue, Rogue
comforts Pietro, Pietro goes home to sort things out with Lance, who is taking Mystique's
door off it's hinges to gain access to the possible money/jewels/valuables inside so they can
fix up the house, Pietro takes over and gets the door off in five seconds, Lance is
impressed and says so, Pietro brushes it off and apologizes for being a retard earlier,
Lance says it's okay, Pietro jumps Lance and, well, you know... and now they've made it
to the bedroom! :D But then! As Lance and Pietro are doing their business, they
discover that -- dun dun DUN! -- Todd and Freddy are standing in the doorway watching
them! Terrible voyeurs that they are! But Freddy kinda but not really saves the day, and
takes the vile Toad away to simmer down! But then, Lance and Pietro share a kinda
awkward moment, followed immediately by sex! So all is right with the world. Planets
align, cosmic karma waves do whatever cosmic karma waves do, yadda yadda yadda, and
everything's peachy keen. Until... the morning after! *bum bum bummmm* Where
Lance awakens to realize that -- OMG -- there is still no coffee! So Lance and Pietro
head over to Starbucks before school, where more wackiness ensues... then they go to
school! Yay! And Pietro has a mini-tiff with Evan! And Lance saves him! And then
Lance has a problem with Kitty, and Pietro saves *him*! Annnd then they leave to go off
campus for lunch, where naughty Pietro decides this would be a good time for him to
learn to drive... without Lance's permission, of course. And naturally, they have an
accident that prompts Lance to go to the X-Men for help, cuz Pietro hurt himself! *sob*
And they're still there... until they get Rogue to help them escape so they won't be
brainwashed by eeeeevil Xavier! Ha HA! Take that, cue-ball! And now they are back
home, where all four B-Hood members indulge in Taco Bell, and Pietro spills his guts to
Lance about his mysterious past, his sister and father, and other things! Cut to the next
morning: Toddles decides it's a good idea to try and rouse the earth-shaker, and Lance
gets mad. It also awakens Pietro, who asks exactly what he'd said the night before... and
he doesn't enjoy learning that he spilled some major beanage about himself and his past.
Lance leaves Pietro home alone to do their grocery shopping (to get more coffee! Yum!)
and calls Pietro from a payphone, blah blah blah, and then he comes home with groceries,
and Pietro's whining finally pisses Lance off so bad he roughs `em up and Pietro gets
excited. Oh, and Lance's good and evil muses come and talk to him. Sorta. Yeah! O.o
Last time's interactive trivia/cool quote(s)/crazy X-Men and/or Brotherhood related thing
I do (so ya'll can laugh at me)/random category thing! (TM):
Wasn't one.
New interactive trivia/cool quote(s)/crazy X-Men and/or Brotherhood related thing I do
(so ya'll can laugh at me)/random category thing! (TM):
Umm, yeah, this isn't related to the show, cuz it's just not, but I'm gonna ask it anyways,
so here goes: Where was everyone's first job? Or, if you aren't old enough to work
yet/are too damn lazy to get a job, where would you like your first job to be? Are you
setting high enough goals for yourselves???
*ahem* Whee! My first ever job was at eeeeeevil Wal-Mart! It sucked bad -- my first
day on the registers, they put sixteen-year-old Psycho B on the express lane, where she
proceeded to break the law repeatedly by selling cigarettes even though she was underage!
Woohoo! Eight hours, no breaks at all, and my blinky-light was on the whole time, but no
one came to help me... so lotsa lucky people got free stuff that day, cuz I'm a ditz. Their
fault, really. By the way, I know a sordid little Wally-Mart secret: there is no security, at
least at the one I worked at. The `security, please rotate cameras to section whatever' was
just me and my friend Bimmy jacking around with the intercom in the fitting room! No
security to speak of, not even any real cameras in those black dome thingies on the ceiling!
Naughty Wal-Mart! No wonder they got ripped off so much! >:D After I basically told
Wal-Mart to `suck me, I'm *so* fucking outta here!' I got a cushy, awesome job as a
receptionist at a real estate agency, where I did nothing but surf the web all day and talk
on the phone. True, I had to answer real phone calls, set appointments, do typing stuff,
mail letters and other good junk, but that was fairly minimal. I would have loved to work
there forever, buuut an evil bitch had to come and take over the position of some other
lady and make it suck! So when they merged with another office, I was laid off, due to
the fact that mega-bitch didn't want me there. So I bumbled around until I got my little
bank teller job, which everyone knows about already, and... wow. So much history! I'll
shut up now. (Hold applause.) O.o
REVIEW!!! Tell Psycho B where you've worked! And how badly it sucked! >:D