I went swimming in a haunted pool Saturday. Yeah. I did. It is haunted by a beach volleyball loving squirell. You think I'm joking, if you could see my face, you would know. Oh yeah, and I flashed my bum.....a lot. A lot alot.
Oh god!!! A "new"(he's been there for about six months now, but he is one of the newest editions) guy from work rode his scooter to work yesterday. It is soooo fricken cool. Fuck cowboys, take me away scooter boy! He has a Silver....something, can't quite remember the name. It is black, two seater, and hot as hell. I so want to ride on the back of his scooter in a mini skirt, tube top, huge earrings, leggins, a big white helmet,and some Royal Elastics! Damn, that would make my week. I never talk to him though. I should just go up to him and ask him to take me for a spin. LOL He would think I'm crazy.....and he wouldn't be too far off.
I love working third!
I've lost five pounds in a week and a half, worked all the overtime I want (five hours OT, everyday, plus Saturdays...which I don't want to work, but Narci makes me), got to see my Paul more in that short period than I have in about eight months, get to see my Cazz twice a day now, and I get my premium back. 
Yeah!!!!
Paul was yelling my name across the shop yesterday, and I could see him making his way toward me in a big rush with something in his hand. So, I start making my way to him. When I get closer I see he is holding a humming bird.....Okay. He says, all excited "It is a humming bird." LOL, yeah. It wasn't moving, so I, being the dumbass that I am, ask "Is it dead?" Hahahaha!!! He looked at me and said "Yeah, we found it on a skid outside. I'm going to take it home and shlack it." lol Oh my Paul. He was so excited. What a cutie. Kind of creepy, but if you knew Paul, you'd think it cute too. Before he left he said to me, "I'm going to take that bird home and shlack its little ass, then put some wire around it and stick it in a plant or something."
In other news. He wants to get back together. What is bothering me most is that he is acting like he was just taking a break. "Clearing his head" as he calls it. Not that he was off fuckig around with someone else. He must think I don't know. I don't know how he could think that, seeing as I see his friends all over the place, I'm good friends with his brother, and Aaron (one of his friends, who hears everything Mike has to say from Mike's best friend....yeah, Mike is the guy) looks out for me like it is his job. It doesn't bother me all that much that he was with someone else, but that he won't tell me until I ask him, flat out, really gets to me. I just want him to be honest. I know, pretty much, what went on, but I want him to tell me. Am I asking too much? I think it only fair. If he really wants to be with me, he should want to be honest with me, right?
Oh god!!! A "new"(he's been there for about six months now, but he is one of the newest editions) guy from work rode his scooter to work yesterday. It is soooo fricken cool. Fuck cowboys, take me away scooter boy! He has a Silver....something, can't quite remember the name. It is black, two seater, and hot as hell. I so want to ride on the back of his scooter in a mini skirt, tube top, huge earrings, leggins, a big white helmet,and some Royal Elastics! Damn, that would make my week. I never talk to him though. I should just go up to him and ask him to take me for a spin. LOL He would think I'm crazy.....and he wouldn't be too far off.
I love working third!
I've lost five pounds in a week and a half, worked all the overtime I want (five hours OT, everyday, plus Saturdays...which I don't want to work, but Narci makes me), got to see my Paul more in that short period than I have in about eight months, get to see my Cazz twice a day now, and I get my premium back. Yeah!!!!Paul was yelling my name across the shop yesterday, and I could see him making his way toward me in a big rush with something in his hand. So, I start making my way to him. When I get closer I see he is holding a humming bird.....Okay. He says, all excited "It is a humming bird." LOL, yeah. It wasn't moving, so I, being the dumbass that I am, ask "Is it dead?" Hahahaha!!! He looked at me and said "Yeah, we found it on a skid outside. I'm going to take it home and shlack it." lol Oh my Paul. He was so excited. What a cutie. Kind of creepy, but if you knew Paul, you'd think it cute too. Before he left he said to me, "I'm going to take that bird home and shlack its little ass, then put some wire around it and stick it in a plant or something."
In other news. He wants to get back together. What is bothering me most is that he is acting like he was just taking a break. "Clearing his head" as he calls it. Not that he was off fuckig around with someone else. He must think I don't know. I don't know how he could think that, seeing as I see his friends all over the place, I'm good friends with his brother, and Aaron (one of his friends, who hears everything Mike has to say from Mike's best friend....yeah, Mike is the guy) looks out for me like it is his job. It doesn't bother me all that much that he was with someone else, but that he won't tell me until I ask him, flat out, really gets to me. I just want him to be honest. I know, pretty much, what went on, but I want him to tell me. Am I asking too much? I think it only fair. If he really wants to be with me, he should want to be honest with me, right?