Daily Journal/Diary

[nairi]

And Sonia Ghandi declines Prime Ministership.

[Anonymouse]

Dear Journal,

Can anyone resurrect the same sex marriage thread? I want to post an article in it.

[dusken]

You revive it and post your article. I am curious to know what it says.

[Anonymouse]

I can't seem to find it, I tried searching.

[dusken]

Then it is probably too old. It is only searching as far back as April 30th, I think.

[sSsflamesSs]

You mean this one ?

[Anonymouse]

Why yes. Thanks.

[hyebruin]

haha!!! how sad that the public needs to be regulated in this matter!! cuz people cannot exercise common sense!!!




SOUTH BEND, Ind. - Guards at the St. Joseph County Jail are doing double duty as fashion police, enforcing new regulations that prohibit visitors from wearing scanty attire.



The new rules are on a sign posted at the jail entrance, the South Bend Tribune reported Tuesday. See-through tops, mini skirts and short shorts are out, and underwear is required to remain invisible. Hats also are banned, since they can be used to smuggle items into the jail or may be a gang emblem.


"A lot of people have gotten away with inappropriate clothing in the past. Hopefully this will prevent it," said Keith Rininger, director of inmate services at the jail.


Warm weather brings out more bare skin, but sometimes visitors bare even more, officials say.


"We've had women flash the men they come in to see," Rininger said.


In the confines of a jail, such behavior can cause problems, he said.


"I don't know how to put it delicately, but when men are locked up for a long time and they see their girlfriend, or their wife, or someone else's girlfriend, it can cause tension. That's not a good thing in this kind of environment," he said.

[anileve]

This is a journal thread, please observe the format and stop chatting here!

Dear Diary,

Today something unspeakable happened to me. I was reading on the train returning home from work. An interesting character of a Guyanese or Indian decent sat next to me. As I pulled out my phone to check something in the calculator, he asked "Yo, do you want to enter my number in your phone?" I lifted my head in astonishment. He was a young guy in his 20's perhaps, gold teeth stretched for miles on the bottom jaw as he flashed a sleazy smile. His hair was spiked in a trendy way, he was wearing sunglasses in the train and a big gold chain with a tremendous Jesus dangling from his chest, slightly blinding my vision. His pants were baggy and half way covered with a bright red, baggy T-Shirt. "No" I answered and continued reading. He moved right next to me, almost touching me with Jesus. "Put my number in your Phone", he requested again. "I don't have any more space in my cell phone," I replied. "Well then write it down in your book, " (I was reading a magazine) He said.
"Please let me read" - Me
"Read me, I am more interesting" - ghetto fabulous
"You are sitting too close" - Me
"If I was touching you I would be sitting too close"
"You ARE touching me" - Me
"Take down my number sexy" -ghetto (yuxk!)
"If I take your number will you let me read?"
"Yes"

Well my stop came, I said I had to leave. He said it's his stop as well and he will take the next train with me. As we were standing in the next train, he kept on insisting. I pulled out a piece of paper and handed to him to shut him up. He requested that I write it down myself. So I did, as I was writing it down he blessed me with a fabulous line, in hopes that I would melt. On a scale of beauty from 1 to 10, you'd be a 20! He was soo happy with that line, while I exploded with laughter. I said thanks, sat down between 2 fat ladies and hid myself in my magazine, he sat across, leaned over to the lady next to him and said "She likes me!" Thankfully my stop came and I ran out of the train, I had to stop by the garbage can before heading upstairs.

It's amazing how losers are so persistent, I guess it's from getting turned down so often they lose any sort of pride they might have left. Too bad Brad Pitt look alikes are not as persistent.

[Anonymouse]

Dear Journal,

This was the following conversation I had with a girl I saw today at the gym.

Me: "Hello... breasts! You have breasts!"
Girl: "So do you! Go away!"