Well, I'm not really as active on the SuicideGirls community as I once was, but I'll still come back here every so often to update my blog.
(Ew. I have a blog. That's fucked up right there.)
I'm pretty heavily buzzed right now, and I believe it's technically the end of summer as we speak... So I thought it'd be a rad time to go nuts about all the shit I did all summer.
Well, I started off kind of worried that I'd be working in kitchen, with the sun kicking my ass morning and night. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy my job. But sweating that much isn't all that fun.
So what did fate do to make me avoid this?
It made me purchase a longboard that I really wanted, but it was too much for me handle. To fast, too responsive, to professional. Not being ready, I rode it to work (just fine). Now I wasnt' even supposed to be at work, it was disgusting. Six shifts in a week, and the seventh day there's a meeting. A "mandatory meeting" at 9am. Sick shit, eh?
And what was discussed at the meeting?
"We're getting a new menu."
That's it.
Nothing else.
Waste of fucking time.
I got two hours of sleep, had the flu, was groggy from flu meds, and suffered from a killer mosh the night before, and practically dragged my ass to work. It sucked. For this. Nothing necessary at all. Something so menial, it could have been said in person. Fucking sucked balls so hard. I was so haggard.
And then my dumbass guitarist (who I coincidentally work with), decides that we should go for a skate, and before we go for a skate we should skate to his place so he can grab a sweater, and before we do that we should take a detour...
And long story short, it was one of those situations where if one little thing was a little bit different, in any way shape or form, the following catastrophe could have been avoided...
But I ended up breaking my collarbone.
It sounded like a carrot being snapped in two inside my torso. It was a really wierd feeling indeed.
...
Wow...
And the booze hits me, so I'm way too drunk to update the rest.
I'll try when I'm sober...
Goodnight...
(Ew. I have a blog. That's fucked up right there.)
I'm pretty heavily buzzed right now, and I believe it's technically the end of summer as we speak... So I thought it'd be a rad time to go nuts about all the shit I did all summer.
Well, I started off kind of worried that I'd be working in kitchen, with the sun kicking my ass morning and night. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy my job. But sweating that much isn't all that fun.
So what did fate do to make me avoid this?
It made me purchase a longboard that I really wanted, but it was too much for me handle. To fast, too responsive, to professional. Not being ready, I rode it to work (just fine). Now I wasnt' even supposed to be at work, it was disgusting. Six shifts in a week, and the seventh day there's a meeting. A "mandatory meeting" at 9am. Sick shit, eh?
And what was discussed at the meeting?
"We're getting a new menu."
That's it.
Nothing else.
Waste of fucking time.
I got two hours of sleep, had the flu, was groggy from flu meds, and suffered from a killer mosh the night before, and practically dragged my ass to work. It sucked. For this. Nothing necessary at all. Something so menial, it could have been said in person. Fucking sucked balls so hard. I was so haggard.
And then my dumbass guitarist (who I coincidentally work with), decides that we should go for a skate, and before we go for a skate we should skate to his place so he can grab a sweater, and before we do that we should take a detour...
And long story short, it was one of those situations where if one little thing was a little bit different, in any way shape or form, the following catastrophe could have been avoided...
But I ended up breaking my collarbone.
It sounded like a carrot being snapped in two inside my torso. It was a really wierd feeling indeed.
...
Wow...
And the booze hits me, so I'm way too drunk to update the rest.
I'll try when I'm sober...
Goodnight...
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Thanks for the comments on my set!! im glad u liked mwah ha ha
booo.. i never went and saw rancid when they came here, i should have.