Slamming busy dinner rush all night Friday night.
Me and my Boss singing Number of the Beast under our breath as we're slamming busy as it plays in the backround.
Two beers, one glass of wine later, all the customers are gone and we blare music, and I get to rock out to the Minds.
Come home, Rock out to Rock Band with Keith, have a good time.
Then..two hour long conversation on the phone with Aurora? K that's god damn weird.
What a good fucking day. I'll say it once twice thrice and I'll never get sick of saying it.
I love cooking.
Hell, I love life.
Me and my Boss singing Number of the Beast under our breath as we're slamming busy as it plays in the backround.
Two beers, one glass of wine later, all the customers are gone and we blare music, and I get to rock out to the Minds.
Come home, Rock out to Rock Band with Keith, have a good time.
Then..two hour long conversation on the phone with Aurora? K that's god damn weird.
What a good fucking day. I'll say it once twice thrice and I'll never get sick of saying it.
I love cooking.
Hell, I love life.
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