freakpirate

Every part of me hurts right now and I can not figure out why.

Today is my last regular day at my crappy job. I have inventory on Sunday but this is the last day I actually have to face customers and put stupid shit away. I'm kind of excited. On the other hand I really don't want to go in as I'm fairly certain I'm not going to do a god damned thing. Sigh.

Sometimes when I'm in a hurry (or I've been drinking and won't remember things in the morning) I write myself notes and shove them in my pockets so I can keep track of things. Unfortunately I usually forget about them. Lately I've been finding them while shuffling through the ever-growing pile of stuff on my bedroom floor. It's like a little glimpse into my head in the past. Not always good. Not always bad.

Apparently when I'm drunk I write things...

I have decided that at next week's karaoke I am getting trashed and singing the most romantic Valentine's Day songs I can possibly find. I think this is because I hate myself.