fvk

its been days. im sure youve all been on the edge of your fucking seats worried sick about me. sike. work is awesome. its nice having a normal job. touring was fucking awesome, but you eventually feel like shit all the time because youre sleeping from like 6am til 1pm on a bus, eating out all the time, and showering every couple of days in some disgusting club shower. loads of fun, but it can be a little hard on the old body after a while. its weird being the new guy at work. i hate like being the dude thats prolly gonna fuck up for a while, and theres so much product i have to know about that i know its gonna take me a while to get straightened out on it. my boss keeps making me try all the stuff we sell though. ive eaten more baked goods in the last three days than ive eaten all year. i dont even like shit like that. i literally have to force some of it down. the dudes and chicks i work with are pretty cool, and i seem to be the new "eyecandy" to every other girl in the store. sketchy.

so im back at my grandparents for the night. i have to fly to portland tomorrow for my grandmothers memorial service. should be a evening of disfunction that ill remember for years to come. the park were having the service at wont let us drink, so i assume ill be sneaking beers in my backpack.

getting back to work, my schedule doesnt interfere with my alcholism at all. its fucking awesome. ive been drunk every night this week, and shown up at work the next morning hangover free and ready to face the day. drinking with my housemates is fucking awesome, because we all have the same asshole since of humor. add budweiser, and well, you figure out how awesome it gets.

speaking of the house, were having our housewarming party next friday. its gonna be siiiiiiiiiiick. brews, music, magic m+ms, hor deorves (however the fuck you spell that shit), and obviously good times. i suggested having a "goth luau". kindle suggested "geriatric key party" as a theme. we vote on it monday during a bbq.

comment away. time to wreck the boards.