You know, if I didn't get to wear whatever the hell I want, get up whenever I want, and set my own hours, I would hate my job.
haha
I love it though.
HOWEVER, I live in Plantation and my territory is in Miami/Coral Gables, and it is a long drive. LONG, I tell you.
And HOT.
By the time I got down there today, my back was covered with sweat, soaked!!! Yes, I had the air on...those leather seats get you anyway.
I think I am going to have to drive down there with no shirt on. Actually, that's not a bad idea. My shirt won't get all fucked up. I could do that when I go out, too; wear a t shirt or something until I get there.
meh
Need to do something different this weekend...sucks that it is Spring Break and I am in Miami every day instead of at the beach...well, those people are too young for me anyway. Amateurs.
THEY CAN'T HANG
the streets in Ft Lauderdale are currently running in urine and vomit, the beaches are populated by sunburnt drunk kids, and you can't drive anywhere in less than an hour.
HEY it's 2005 and we are still driving conventional 4 wheeled gas powered automobiles. Where the fuck is my jet car? Where is my sassy robotic maid? Where's my hot little latex-clad sex android?
The fifties lied to us. Except for rockabilly...that was the TRUE shit.
Rock on.
haha
I love it though.
HOWEVER, I live in Plantation and my territory is in Miami/Coral Gables, and it is a long drive. LONG, I tell you.
And HOT.
By the time I got down there today, my back was covered with sweat, soaked!!! Yes, I had the air on...those leather seats get you anyway.
I think I am going to have to drive down there with no shirt on. Actually, that's not a bad idea. My shirt won't get all fucked up. I could do that when I go out, too; wear a t shirt or something until I get there.
meh
Need to do something different this weekend...sucks that it is Spring Break and I am in Miami every day instead of at the beach...well, those people are too young for me anyway. Amateurs.
THEY CAN'T HANG
the streets in Ft Lauderdale are currently running in urine and vomit, the beaches are populated by sunburnt drunk kids, and you can't drive anywhere in less than an hour.
HEY it's 2005 and we are still driving conventional 4 wheeled gas powered automobiles. Where the fuck is my jet car? Where is my sassy robotic maid? Where's my hot little latex-clad sex android?
The fifties lied to us. Except for rockabilly...that was the TRUE shit.
Rock on.
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i couldn't resist....but i'm not goin to fort lauderdale, goin to boca (o' connel's) should be interesting, all stars after....