Today was godawful slow. Which just sucks the life right out of me. LAME.
I don't think I'm going to be going out tonight. I need to study for my anthropology test tomorrow. GODDAMN. It's fine, it is fine. I went out last night, and got not-quite-shitty on 3 beers. Oh, to be a cheap drunk. (Though it was 6 bucks a glass. And I...
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I don't think I'm going to be going out tonight. I need to study for my anthropology test tomorrow. GODDAMN. It's fine, it is fine. I went out last night, and got not-quite-shitty on 3 beers. Oh, to be a cheap drunk. (Though it was 6 bucks a glass. And I...
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We went to Wilhemina's tonight. WOOT. YES. I HAVE A NEW LOVE FOR SPATEN BEER. YAY.
Enough caps lock. Me=drunk, yeeeeeah.
Goodnight, lovelies!!
Enough caps lock. Me=drunk, yeeeeeah.
Goodnight, lovelies!!
My goddamn computer is being an asshole.
New job is going well, they seem to love me, and the tips are spanking. The uniform thing, as always, makes me cringe, and die a little inside, but it's just part of the whole package, and for 30 bucks a day in tax free goodies, I'll wear a crappy polo shirt.
It is raining, or so the...
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New job is going well, they seem to love me, and the tips are spanking. The uniform thing, as always, makes me cringe, and die a little inside, but it's just part of the whole package, and for 30 bucks a day in tax free goodies, I'll wear a crappy polo shirt.
It is raining, or so the...
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I tried in vain to drunkenly blog last night whilst eating a revolutionary microwavable potato. The potato was nothing special, just squishy and hot.
Today? Laundry, laundry and more fuckin' laundry. Lunch first, of course. And the never-ending search for a non-, or at least less shitty apartment. The boy's makin' Turkey Helper for lunch, HUZZAH, and I'm watching and blogging.
Last night, was fun,...
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Today? Laundry, laundry and more fuckin' laundry. Lunch first, of course. And the never-ending search for a non-, or at least less shitty apartment. The boy's makin' Turkey Helper for lunch, HUZZAH, and I'm watching and blogging.
Last night, was fun,...
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Oh poop. Work is kicking my ASS. Closed tonight, opening tomorrow, fucking u-turn. Oh well, I'll be happy as a pig in shit once my paycheck gets here. GAH. Going to go to bed, yes, indeed.
ezra:
well i hope that you have a good night sleep.
Bored. The Boy's at work, which leaves me to chill at home, which I really don't have a problem with. I could be using this precious alone time to my advantage, get some writing done, or hell, clean the bedroom, but meh. After working 6 (fucking) hours, I really don't feel motivated to do much of anything. But then, I'm a lazy fuck.
I think...
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I think...
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I can't decide whether or not I hate my job. FRIDAY. YES. Costume party! Need to get a haircut, to look more Lois Griffin-esque. We'll see how that goes, shall we?