Post by sookie stackhouse on Aug 27, 2010 22:52:08 GMT -5
I know I shouldn’t go around feeling sorry for myself, but I just couldn’t help it today..well, tonight as it were.
God I hope the kids are sleep when I get home.
I need that raise if I’m gonna make the mortgage this year
I didn’t have to come into work, and most times I would welcome the time off. Even though I love my job, I also like being able to sit with myself in the quiet of the house with a good book or, rent out a few movies, pop a bag of popcorn and settle in for the night.
Man those test results better come in by Monday, this rash is getting heavy
I hope he calls me after tonight
I don’t like going out much. I do on occasion but, if I ever have a choice, I like being alone, or in open spaces that don’t allow for many people to be crammed into one place. I use my job as practice for places like that.
What is in dem Burgers LaFayette? Damn good.
Can’t nobody tell me Sam aint slept with ONE of these girls.
Merlotte’s Bar and Gril is as busy a place than ever here in Bon Temps Louisiana, and as much as it does feed my need to keep busy and distracted, sometimes, even that falters and I have to step outside to breathe.
Who tips three dollars on a twenty dollar meal?!
That Sookie better not scare off anymore customers.
Being able to hear the thoughts of one person is one thing, but an entire establishment like Merlotte’s can be overwhelming to say the least.
I’ve gotten better at reducing the noise to a quiet and dull humm, like lowering the volume on the radio. Merlotte’s is much louder than Fangtasia, since their vampire to human ratio is much bigger compared to Merlotte’s scant guest appearances.
I wonder how crazy she really is
Too bad she’s so weird, she’s a pretty girl
Why am I even thinking of that place now?
I’d been a few times with Bill but…Gosh darn it; I can’t have myself drifting down that road again, or else I’ll cry, and I’ve cried enough for the day thank you very much.
Today was Grans birthday, and I went down to the cemetery to visit with her. Might seem kind of silly going to a cemetery to celebrate the birthday of a loved one who has…died.
Slow night tonight
Wonder if anyone is gonna buy me a drink
It’s still little hard to think it, let alone say it, and now living in the house she raised me in without her…
When she had been laid to rest, I used to have nightmares thinking about what could happen if I ever forgot her. I was so scared about what would happen to her memory, that she would fade like a once vivid dream lost to the annals of time. That all seems so silly now, she’s always in the back of my min, and sometimes when I have to make particularly hard decisions, she’s the first person that I think of in lieu of my morality for right and wrong.
I’ll fill up here so I wont have to stand too much of her cookin when I get home.
How am I gonna make ends meet on this salary?
She helps me just as much as she did then, now. I just miss her presence, and it started to dig into me after I had cried myself thirsty after my visit to her grave. So, I took a long hot shower, washed my hair and combed it out until it shone like the sun before I pulled it back into a ponytail.
I took out my black shorts, and before I knew it I was dressed for work on my day off.
Strange how sometimes your mind is so set to drifting that still some part of you can move towards your own healing, that you can still manage to take care of yourself when you feel as if it is an impossible feat.
When is he going to ask me to marry him already
You keep lookin at her like that, you’ll get whats for when we get home.
I could not stand being alone for another minute, and everything in the house, even though I had changed some of the furniture and painted the living room a different color rather than Grans eggshell white, every corner still reminded me that she wasn’t going to come downstairs and ask me how my day was, or be in the kitchen fixing diner while she hummed over a hot skillet.
stood up again.
I wonder if they have anymore key-lime
So, I decided not to mope and called Sam asking him for a diner shift if he could manage it.
There’s a big difference in keeping busy and being distracted. I came to Merlotte’s to for a little bit of both. I needed to keep busy and what better way than to waitress tables, and make tips. Besides, the shed out back needed some taking care of, and I didn’t have the money for it yet. I’d probably make due until next fall. The support fixtures were beginning to lean, and the wood needed to be weathered before the rain really began to fall.
Waitressing kept me busy and, the people kept me distracted…maybe a little too distracted.
While I was trying to hold up that wall that keeps the brainchatter of everyone else out, my own brainchatter was bubbling over like the froth of a cold beer over a hefty mug.
“Sookie what’s wrong witchu?” Andy Bellefleur was now glaring up at me from the sight of his pants. I had unwittingly sloshed his beer on his pants and splashed a bit on the table.
“Oh my gosh Andy, I’m so sorry. Lemme get that.” Andy grunts as a passing waitress hands him a cloth to dab at his pants.
Stupid Stackhouse…
“Excuse me?”
“Its alright.”
Damn Stackhouses, got Jason runnin around like an untrained dog and this one as crazy as a loon, getting into all sorts of trouble. She should be put away..like her great uncle. Adelle Stackhouse must be turning in her grave with these two.
“Andy Bellefleur, you have no right to talk about my grandmother that way. Just because you got a gun, money and a badge doesn’t mean squat, since you couldn’t tell the difference between night and day if the birds didn’t stop chirpin.”
How’d she…
Sometimes it’s hard to hold back when my guard drops. I can tolerate people thinking I’m crazy, or thinking about the stress of their day, or even..their own secretive dirty thoughts. It’s hard but, I can handle it because these kinds of thoughts aren’t the type that people go blabbing about even to their closest friends.
Peoples’ thoughts are their own personal secrets and just because I can hear them sometimes, doesn’t mean I have any right to react or act on them. How can I if I can’t explain how I’d come to know those things in the first place?
Most of the town just thinks I’m strange, peculiar and only a few know that I’m a telepath, Andy Bellefleur isn’t one of those select few.
Before anymore eyes get glued to me, I set my tray aside and rush out the back door for a breath of the crisp night air. Springs coming, and I can smell it in the dampness in the air.
A cold wind whispers past,and the chill does me some good.
The chatter nears a hush ad all I can hear is the rustling of the trees beyond the parking lot.
Ssssssssookie….Rrrrrrrrun Sssssokie. They’re coming.
The voice that ferried those words to my ears wasn’t familiar, nor was it a lilt of anyone in town. It sounded like a snake creeping through the grass, in fact it reminded me of that snake king from the Disney version of Robin Hood, one of my favorite movies since it was one of the movies we actually owned and got to watch on occasion with Gran. She liked Maid Marians attendee.
Rrrrrun Ssssssookie Ssssstackhouse
“Hello…?” I step further out into the parkinglot, but I don’t see anyone or anything. “Who’s there?”
Just as suddenly as the voice came, it was gone…and I knew nobody else heard it since it was…a directed thought.
I don’t like this…I don’t like this at all.
Since I had taken an impromptu break, a glance at my watch tells me that I have ten more minutes allotted before I would have to push two more hours in. So, I turn into Sams office and grab my purse out of the little drawer by his desk.
I hadn’t talked to Eric Northman in a long time and I wasn’t too fond of having to call him but, if anyone knew of visitors to Bon Temps, he would. But, maybe I’d be lucky, maybe he would be too busy to discuss the matter and I could just ask Pam.
God I hope the kids are sleep when I get home.
I need that raise if I’m gonna make the mortgage this year
I didn’t have to come into work, and most times I would welcome the time off. Even though I love my job, I also like being able to sit with myself in the quiet of the house with a good book or, rent out a few movies, pop a bag of popcorn and settle in for the night.
Man those test results better come in by Monday, this rash is getting heavy
I hope he calls me after tonight
I don’t like going out much. I do on occasion but, if I ever have a choice, I like being alone, or in open spaces that don’t allow for many people to be crammed into one place. I use my job as practice for places like that.
What is in dem Burgers LaFayette? Damn good.
Can’t nobody tell me Sam aint slept with ONE of these girls.
Merlotte’s Bar and Gril is as busy a place than ever here in Bon Temps Louisiana, and as much as it does feed my need to keep busy and distracted, sometimes, even that falters and I have to step outside to breathe.
Who tips three dollars on a twenty dollar meal?!
That Sookie better not scare off anymore customers.
Being able to hear the thoughts of one person is one thing, but an entire establishment like Merlotte’s can be overwhelming to say the least.
I’ve gotten better at reducing the noise to a quiet and dull humm, like lowering the volume on the radio. Merlotte’s is much louder than Fangtasia, since their vampire to human ratio is much bigger compared to Merlotte’s scant guest appearances.
I wonder how crazy she really is
Too bad she’s so weird, she’s a pretty girl
Why am I even thinking of that place now?
I’d been a few times with Bill but…Gosh darn it; I can’t have myself drifting down that road again, or else I’ll cry, and I’ve cried enough for the day thank you very much.
Today was Grans birthday, and I went down to the cemetery to visit with her. Might seem kind of silly going to a cemetery to celebrate the birthday of a loved one who has…died.
Slow night tonight
Wonder if anyone is gonna buy me a drink
It’s still little hard to think it, let alone say it, and now living in the house she raised me in without her…
When she had been laid to rest, I used to have nightmares thinking about what could happen if I ever forgot her. I was so scared about what would happen to her memory, that she would fade like a once vivid dream lost to the annals of time. That all seems so silly now, she’s always in the back of my min, and sometimes when I have to make particularly hard decisions, she’s the first person that I think of in lieu of my morality for right and wrong.
I’ll fill up here so I wont have to stand too much of her cookin when I get home.
How am I gonna make ends meet on this salary?
She helps me just as much as she did then, now. I just miss her presence, and it started to dig into me after I had cried myself thirsty after my visit to her grave. So, I took a long hot shower, washed my hair and combed it out until it shone like the sun before I pulled it back into a ponytail.
I took out my black shorts, and before I knew it I was dressed for work on my day off.
Strange how sometimes your mind is so set to drifting that still some part of you can move towards your own healing, that you can still manage to take care of yourself when you feel as if it is an impossible feat.
When is he going to ask me to marry him already
You keep lookin at her like that, you’ll get whats for when we get home.
I could not stand being alone for another minute, and everything in the house, even though I had changed some of the furniture and painted the living room a different color rather than Grans eggshell white, every corner still reminded me that she wasn’t going to come downstairs and ask me how my day was, or be in the kitchen fixing diner while she hummed over a hot skillet.
stood up again.
I wonder if they have anymore key-lime
So, I decided not to mope and called Sam asking him for a diner shift if he could manage it.
There’s a big difference in keeping busy and being distracted. I came to Merlotte’s to for a little bit of both. I needed to keep busy and what better way than to waitress tables, and make tips. Besides, the shed out back needed some taking care of, and I didn’t have the money for it yet. I’d probably make due until next fall. The support fixtures were beginning to lean, and the wood needed to be weathered before the rain really began to fall.
Waitressing kept me busy and, the people kept me distracted…maybe a little too distracted.
While I was trying to hold up that wall that keeps the brainchatter of everyone else out, my own brainchatter was bubbling over like the froth of a cold beer over a hefty mug.
“Sookie what’s wrong witchu?” Andy Bellefleur was now glaring up at me from the sight of his pants. I had unwittingly sloshed his beer on his pants and splashed a bit on the table.
“Oh my gosh Andy, I’m so sorry. Lemme get that.” Andy grunts as a passing waitress hands him a cloth to dab at his pants.
Stupid Stackhouse…
“Excuse me?”
“Its alright.”
Damn Stackhouses, got Jason runnin around like an untrained dog and this one as crazy as a loon, getting into all sorts of trouble. She should be put away..like her great uncle. Adelle Stackhouse must be turning in her grave with these two.
“Andy Bellefleur, you have no right to talk about my grandmother that way. Just because you got a gun, money and a badge doesn’t mean squat, since you couldn’t tell the difference between night and day if the birds didn’t stop chirpin.”
How’d she…
Sometimes it’s hard to hold back when my guard drops. I can tolerate people thinking I’m crazy, or thinking about the stress of their day, or even..their own secretive dirty thoughts. It’s hard but, I can handle it because these kinds of thoughts aren’t the type that people go blabbing about even to their closest friends.
Peoples’ thoughts are their own personal secrets and just because I can hear them sometimes, doesn’t mean I have any right to react or act on them. How can I if I can’t explain how I’d come to know those things in the first place?
Most of the town just thinks I’m strange, peculiar and only a few know that I’m a telepath, Andy Bellefleur isn’t one of those select few.
Before anymore eyes get glued to me, I set my tray aside and rush out the back door for a breath of the crisp night air. Springs coming, and I can smell it in the dampness in the air.
A cold wind whispers past,and the chill does me some good.
The chatter nears a hush ad all I can hear is the rustling of the trees beyond the parking lot.
Ssssssssookie….Rrrrrrrrun Sssssokie. They’re coming.
The voice that ferried those words to my ears wasn’t familiar, nor was it a lilt of anyone in town. It sounded like a snake creeping through the grass, in fact it reminded me of that snake king from the Disney version of Robin Hood, one of my favorite movies since it was one of the movies we actually owned and got to watch on occasion with Gran. She liked Maid Marians attendee.
Rrrrrun Ssssssookie Ssssstackhouse
“Hello…?” I step further out into the parkinglot, but I don’t see anyone or anything. “Who’s there?”
Just as suddenly as the voice came, it was gone…and I knew nobody else heard it since it was…a directed thought.
I don’t like this…I don’t like this at all.
Since I had taken an impromptu break, a glance at my watch tells me that I have ten more minutes allotted before I would have to push two more hours in. So, I turn into Sams office and grab my purse out of the little drawer by his desk.
I hadn’t talked to Eric Northman in a long time and I wasn’t too fond of having to call him but, if anyone knew of visitors to Bon Temps, he would. But, maybe I’d be lucky, maybe he would be too busy to discuss the matter and I could just ask Pam.
