Everybody hurts
Truer words were never sung. At least that was the general consensus yesterday afternoon as we hauled our asses out of bed. We just sat there looking at each other, that one inescapable question waiting to be asked, what the hell happened last night?
It was a costume optional party and I went as optional; I had neither the will nor the inspiration this year. Well, I did put my Camp Crystal Lake t-shirt on and tried to pass myself off as a counselor before dismemberment. Of course those who know me know that I wear that shirt all the time.
It was a decent shindig all and all. Though I promised myself I wouldnt stay out to all hours and defile myself beyond recognition, I finally remembered that promises are made to be broken. Old friends, old habits Granted I was rather pissed at myself come 6.A.M. when the birds began to chirp
Probably the most annoying aspect of the whole evening was having to explain, no we broke up a couple months ago, over and over and OVER! It went from, well it was a complicated situation, blah, blah, blah, to, its over, OK!?!
Luckily the roommate bought a PS2 on Saturday so we were able to suffer our hangovers whilst killing innocent bystanders in the new Grand Theft Auto. And let me just say, that game indulges ones psychopathic tendencies in new and creative ways. I stole a hotdog wagon and trucked around the rural areas, going on killing sprees in the quiet little towns I happened upon. It made me wonder, is this therapy or encouragement?
Once again, not a single trick-or-treater graced our doorstep last night. Probably for the best, though. Imagine the look on some parents face as this hungover slacker in pajamas with a cigarette dangling from his lips gave his or her child candy. A scary picture indeed.
And now here I am back at work, forced to take on all the crap I left unfinished on Friday. I really need to get a raise or just get fired, one or the other. Im thoroughly underpaid but dont have the energy to look for a new job without proper motivation.
Ah fuck it. At least the coffee is free
Truer words were never sung. At least that was the general consensus yesterday afternoon as we hauled our asses out of bed. We just sat there looking at each other, that one inescapable question waiting to be asked, what the hell happened last night?
It was a costume optional party and I went as optional; I had neither the will nor the inspiration this year. Well, I did put my Camp Crystal Lake t-shirt on and tried to pass myself off as a counselor before dismemberment. Of course those who know me know that I wear that shirt all the time.
It was a decent shindig all and all. Though I promised myself I wouldnt stay out to all hours and defile myself beyond recognition, I finally remembered that promises are made to be broken. Old friends, old habits Granted I was rather pissed at myself come 6.A.M. when the birds began to chirp
Probably the most annoying aspect of the whole evening was having to explain, no we broke up a couple months ago, over and over and OVER! It went from, well it was a complicated situation, blah, blah, blah, to, its over, OK!?!
Luckily the roommate bought a PS2 on Saturday so we were able to suffer our hangovers whilst killing innocent bystanders in the new Grand Theft Auto. And let me just say, that game indulges ones psychopathic tendencies in new and creative ways. I stole a hotdog wagon and trucked around the rural areas, going on killing sprees in the quiet little towns I happened upon. It made me wonder, is this therapy or encouragement?
Once again, not a single trick-or-treater graced our doorstep last night. Probably for the best, though. Imagine the look on some parents face as this hungover slacker in pajamas with a cigarette dangling from his lips gave his or her child candy. A scary picture indeed.
And now here I am back at work, forced to take on all the crap I left unfinished on Friday. I really need to get a raise or just get fired, one or the other. Im thoroughly underpaid but dont have the energy to look for a new job without proper motivation.
Ah fuck it. At least the coffee is free
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hermes:
I put the Saturday up on my group, and the Sunday will follow as soon as I get a spare minute... 
cest_la_mae:
This one time, at band camp...