Got a second job working nights at a movie theater. So it looks like for the next 4-5 months my daily schedule is going to be completely opposite from the rest of my life. Work from evening to just before noon, sleep, start again. But, that's more cash, and maybe I'll be abled to get some of the things done/added to the Tahoe like I've been wanting to in addition to saving for the move and paying bills.
I have no modesty...At all. I walk everywhere in the house and do everything in my boxers. About the only time I get dressed is if I need to go out or we have company over. So tonight I woke up from sleep at almost 9pm to my dad interrogating me about the new job and some dumb ass lady that bumped into the back of the Tahoe (I'll get to that). Anyway, so he finishes his routine of waking me up for no real reason, and I get up and go downstairs cause I'm thirsty as hell. The first thing my step mom does...she flips cause I'm in my boxers. I'm talking full whine...Oh my god, it's a teenager she's been living with for almost 2 years in his boxers...AS USUAL! I hate moments between sleep like that...
Anyway, the lady rear ending me. Nothing really major to report, I was on the way to the job interview at the movie theater and was getting on the feeder lane of I-10. Well, I caught the red light, stopped, looked, waited for the other turn lane to empty so I could turn right, when all the sudden the Tahoe rocks forward slightly and I hear a thud. I look out my rear view mirror, nothing, I look out of my side mirror and some lady in a green import sedan was way too close...cause she fucking hit me! So I turn to get out of everyone's way, pull off the shoulder, get out, talk to the lady for like 2 seconds, check out the Tahoe, etc. Well, nothing happened to the Tahoe, I think she hit the tow hitch. I didn't look at her car that closely, but she wasn't concerned at all. So that was that.
Well, that's about it I think...Oh!! RyotGirl needs some love, so go give her some...Or I'm sure I can find something terrible to do to you...Like walk around your house in my boxers...
I'm going back to sleep.
I have no modesty...At all. I walk everywhere in the house and do everything in my boxers. About the only time I get dressed is if I need to go out or we have company over. So tonight I woke up from sleep at almost 9pm to my dad interrogating me about the new job and some dumb ass lady that bumped into the back of the Tahoe (I'll get to that). Anyway, so he finishes his routine of waking me up for no real reason, and I get up and go downstairs cause I'm thirsty as hell. The first thing my step mom does...she flips cause I'm in my boxers. I'm talking full whine...Oh my god, it's a teenager she's been living with for almost 2 years in his boxers...AS USUAL! I hate moments between sleep like that...
Anyway, the lady rear ending me. Nothing really major to report, I was on the way to the job interview at the movie theater and was getting on the feeder lane of I-10. Well, I caught the red light, stopped, looked, waited for the other turn lane to empty so I could turn right, when all the sudden the Tahoe rocks forward slightly and I hear a thud. I look out my rear view mirror, nothing, I look out of my side mirror and some lady in a green import sedan was way too close...cause she fucking hit me! So I turn to get out of everyone's way, pull off the shoulder, get out, talk to the lady for like 2 seconds, check out the Tahoe, etc. Well, nothing happened to the Tahoe, I think she hit the tow hitch. I didn't look at her car that closely, but she wasn't concerned at all. So that was that.
Well, that's about it I think...Oh!! RyotGirl needs some love, so go give her some...Or I'm sure I can find something terrible to do to you...Like walk around your house in my boxers...
I'm going back to sleep.
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memento Mori means 'remember death' in latin, the Victorians would make memento mori or mourning jewellery and potographs of their dead loved ones my profile picture is of a dead victorian girl the pictures are really beautiful, on thanatos.net there are loads