What a fucking day. Tons of running around and lifting. The good news is we have a washer/dryer now and some other stuff my dad gave us. He was cleaning out his storage building. And to think I wanted to spend the day reading and drinking coffee.
What was I thinking?
I have to go back to work tomorrow. Which is good for the bank account but not so great for me. I had a whole week off, you'd think I'd look for another job. But no. Oh well. Whatever.
I was watching TLC or A&E or one of my other dorkTV channels and I decided that the perfect job for me would be one of those coffee testers with the teaspoons and the spit jug. Their job is to make sure every bag of beans taste the same. Rock the fuck on.
What was I thinking?
I have to go back to work tomorrow. Which is good for the bank account but not so great for me. I had a whole week off, you'd think I'd look for another job. But no. Oh well. Whatever.
I was watching TLC or A&E or one of my other dorkTV channels and I decided that the perfect job for me would be one of those coffee testers with the teaspoons and the spit jug. Their job is to make sure every bag of beans taste the same. Rock the fuck on.
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kingskottie:
word up ! what's up?
girlcunt:
oh my fuck! my boi and i had passed secretary in the video store a million times and then finally rented it...it was like seeing a god.