POW! and it exploded into a bunch of pieces. The Space Shuttle Columbia, the first Space Shuttle, and it's crew are gone.
I woke up this morning at 6am because I had to go to a conference at the Oakland Airport Holiday Inn. This was not my idea of fun. I took a shower, got dressed and started to head out.
My roommate was awake and watching the TV. I didn't think this was too odd since she sometimes works on the weekend and has to get up early. As i was walking through the kitchen I saw the TV. She told me that they had lost contact with the space shuttle. Then they showed a video of an object streaking accross the sky and breaking to pieces.
This happened. It is horrible. I still had to go to the conference in Oakland.
I drove to the BART station and took the train to Hayward. That is where I was going to meet Deelan and PieInYourEye. They called me just as the train was pulling into the station. I told them I would be right down.
We took off to the conference. PieInYourEye made a point to drive by, and point out, Psycho Bitch's new apartment. It's kinda by the BART station, right off of A street. The perfect place for a naive girl from Denver, Colorado who was sent out here to escape a drug problem that was spiraling out of control. Then Deelan started telling me about how she went for a walk down A street when she first moved in. He said that she talked about all the attention that she got on the street.
Then he started telling me about how she was out the weekend before driving down International Blvd and some guy on the street yelled at her while she was driving by. She turned the car around and pulled over. The guy came over and talked to her on the side of the street. He eventually got in the car with her and he had her drive out to Oakland. They went around to all the Sideshows.
I don't know why they tell me this shit. I am not anyone's savior. it is not my job to tell someone what is right and wrong. Someday I may tell the full, unedited, Psycho Bitch story.
So we continued on to the conference. This conference was for all the big wigs at the bank. It was supervisors, managers, vice presidents, CFO, CEO, only. Blah, I hate being thought of as a supervisor or whatever. It was exactly what you may all think of when you imagine a banking conference. I got an award, MVP of 2002. They always give me awards at every gathering. We can't go out for a fucking drink without people giving me an award and telling me how great I am and what a great job I'm doing. Yeah, whatever. if I am so great why does nobody fucking liten to me when I tell them what to do?
Now i'm home in my room farting and surfing the web. I would like to go out or something but I will probably just end up sitting here downloading porn and making stupid pictures on photoshop.
8:26 p.m. - 2003-02-01
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