vkeithv

holy shit, i need to get this house cleaned.
my roommates dog has been shedding for the past week and it won't stop. both dogs get brushed almost daily and my dog is at least slowing down, but zion won't stop. hair has attached itself to almost everything in the house that's lower than my waste. oh well, i'll probably kill the sweeper today.

last night i got to play the designated driver for all my co-workers as we went out to celebrate an employee moving away. i've learned a few things last night/this morning (didn't get home until 330am):
1. this is most important, i can't dance. at all. i don't mind being at a hardcore show-that's not dancing, it's controlled chaos. but i can't dance. i'm that white.
2. drunk people riding in the back of a pickup (not mine-but i was driving) don't like speed bumps while going fast, tight corners and abrupt stops. but i do. almost
3. not much sexier than girls dancing. girls can move, guys can't. sorry. it's a fact.
4. running this morning was the worst thing because i almost zero sleep. and i was running up hill most of the time.
5. drunken questioning is the worst-especially when it's directed at me.
6. my boss kept touching my ass. i'm hoping it was the alcohol. please god.

that's all. i'm going now because i must buy shoes.
yeah for me.

keith.