The scroll button on my mouse is acting up. I can scroll down but not up. Frustration! I live for the scrolly button. I feel it is one of the single handiest... doohickies for my computing pleasure.
Went to Asylum last night. LOLZ. Had many a good laugh, because I am a jerkface asshole. I did have a genuinely good time though, dancing like an idiot (after more than a few cran+vodkas). I haven't laughed harder than I did last night in a LOOOONG time. Bryan and Isaac started making funnies about the size of Tony's junk (ie, it is massive). And for some reason, they had to use terrible Irish accents, making it all the more ridiculous. Afterwards we hit up Denny's and more than likely annoyed the shit out of the staff. Bitchin'.
Work. I just have a week left at the good ole Stage Nine. I am not getting weepy, or nostalgic. I am irritated that it's not fucking over yet, and that I get no break from job to job, AAAAAAAND that my last weekend falls on Jazz. Any Old Sacramento employee's worst nightmare. Well, anyone working retail. Or foodservice. Jesus, last year blew hard. Maybe it won't be so bad this year. I don't work any closing shifts, just midshifts, and I don't work any 12 hour days. This could be not completely wretched.
I'm still not enthused. But I am hungry. Waiting for Bryan to get home, maybe with some delicious leftover orange chicken, or a steak? MMM. The perks of living with a cook! Feh. Still hungover though.
Went to Asylum last night. LOLZ. Had many a good laugh, because I am a jerkface asshole. I did have a genuinely good time though, dancing like an idiot (after more than a few cran+vodkas). I haven't laughed harder than I did last night in a LOOOONG time. Bryan and Isaac started making funnies about the size of Tony's junk (ie, it is massive). And for some reason, they had to use terrible Irish accents, making it all the more ridiculous. Afterwards we hit up Denny's and more than likely annoyed the shit out of the staff. Bitchin'.
Work. I just have a week left at the good ole Stage Nine. I am not getting weepy, or nostalgic. I am irritated that it's not fucking over yet, and that I get no break from job to job, AAAAAAAND that my last weekend falls on Jazz. Any Old Sacramento employee's worst nightmare. Well, anyone working retail. Or foodservice. Jesus, last year blew hard. Maybe it won't be so bad this year. I don't work any closing shifts, just midshifts, and I don't work any 12 hour days. This could be not completely wretched.
I'm still not enthused. But I am hungry. Waiting for Bryan to get home, maybe with some delicious leftover orange chicken, or a steak? MMM. The perks of living with a cook! Feh. Still hungover though.
I never care for the "could care less/couldn't care less" expression. Never seems right to me.
Glad to see you're in the group.
Its all part of Apple's plan to drive me insane.