holliday

The word of the day is...motherfucker.

Actually, that was the word of the day yesterday...but I never got around to updating.

I mean, what ELSE is a girl to say when she succeeds in touching hot metal that burns straight through her gloves except "mother FUCKER!"

Or when she gets herself showered in welding sparks?

Or when she accidently lights her pant leg on fire?

Because that's exactly what I did...

Then to top it off I left my welding helmet in my project car and someone from the night classes stole it

Mother fucker!

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Then, just as I was about to drop off for my afternoon siesta I remembered that I REALLY had to take care of my absentee ballot application. I'd gotten someone with a printer to print it out for me, filled it out...and then had to locate my borough office in nyc and local post office here to express mail that bitch! I'm seriously running out of time to get this taken care of and in all honesty, I'd fly my butt home to NYC just to vote if I had to.

So, I had to get off my couch and go out in the afternoon heat to send it off.

Mother fucker!!

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Mr. Cajun came over to check something on my car (it's his pet project, he calls it 'an enigma') and he found that my fuel pressure regulator, the one we just put in there, was pissing fuel all over my engine!!!

MOTHER FUCKER!!!

Lucky I didn't blow myself up!!!

But, he went out and got a new one and installed it for me, so no worries.

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Got myself all gussied to hang out at Little Moe's, the bar I work at. One of the other bartenders had invited me to come and hang out. The other bartenders always seem to stop by on their days off...except for me. I kinda live far away, but I figured, it was about time I started fraternizing with these people.

The Yankees were still losing 6-1 by the time I got there...and in a bar full of Red Sox fans...I had to watch the Yankees get their asses handed to them...

Mother fucker!!!

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On the upside...being that I'm a bartender, and everyone knows me at that place...I got smashy and never had to drop a dime (except on gas...since it had been pissed all over my engine, i had to replace it).

I was even roped into singing karaoke! Good GRIEF!!!
Not that I can't sing, but I NEVER sing in public...at a microphone...

I sang Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow's "Picture" with some dude. I was totally embarassed but I'm told that I did well.

After all those free drinks...I was reaching my liquor limit...so much so that I had to slip my shot of free jager to the guy next to me. I dropped that empty shot glass into my redbull and pretended to be doing a jager bomb/bullblaster with the rest of the table.
(suckers)

I got to show off my dance moves and was out of there by midnight. Yeah, just call me cinder-fuckin-rella!

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My alarm went off this morning at 5:00 AM...

MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!

edited to add:
Despite how all this sounds, except for the Yankees losing...all this was pretty funny. Especially when I lit my pant leg on fire and didn't realize it for a second. I was like, "Hmmm...something smells like burning cotton...(continues welding for a second)...why's my leg so warm? MOTHER FUCKER!!" We all had a good laugh about it.

Considering the kind of injuries I COULD sustain, like army guy who gashed his arm down to the bone the other day on some of his shredded metal...I mean, a little burn on my finger is nothing! I'm just happy that I was wearing my gloves!!!