Not much new with me. Booze, Women, Shirking Responsibilities, Devising new and innovative ways to torture people who bug the shit out of me just by virtue of breathing. Ya know... same old same old.
4 whole hours of sleep per day? That's like whoah. I haven't gotten that in at least 3 freaking weeks. The bailers decided to be lame and bail like usual, so i'll talk to ya about Sat tomorrow at some point when I get out of my coma.
You were sugar and spice.
You were kind.
You made the best cheeseburgers around.
You loved your chocolate and ice cream.
You never complained about much.
You liked your Murder She Wrote & "The Cat Who.." novels.
You spoiled your bratty grandkids.
You never asked for anything more than you thought you deserved.
You made humming Glenn Miller addicting.
You kept everyone happy.
You made... Read More
Apparently, people dont like to be kept in suspense about my previous post.
I got both jobs and oddly enough, they're not letting me quit the job i already had. I dont know how the hell that works, but whatev. So Job 1. Serve snooty people high priced shitty food & answer all their 'ghost' questions at the Hotel San Carlos, Job 2. Serve drunk... Read More
You're taking all three of them? Lady, you're crazy! I can't believe they WONT let you leave? What kind of bullshit is that? Text me sometime, crazy. Miss ya.
Im about to quit my job. Not because i hate it... ok, i kinda do...
But theres no money in it and i dont like being broke, I didnt even really decide to just find another job, i just started looking online and asking for applications at random places i went.
And it turns out, im highly loved.
I have 2... Read More
See... no one ever asks me to throw on slutty things and come over. It's usually "Hey, i'm wearing slutty things... come over." I feel fuckin left out. heh.