Well. Today was a complete waste of my life. Here's why:
I worked from 2pm-6pm. What kind of half assed shift is that!?!
I was supposed to attend a show tonight, that one of my new co-workers was preforming in. I didn't get to go, because everyone sucks and doesn't know how to return phone calls!
Bob and I were gonna go to the bar with a couple of the guys in his band, but only if the show thing fell through. Well, the show thing fell through, and so did the band mates. Nobody showed. Well, Ace did, but he was sick, tried recording vocals for about a half hour, then left. So, I stared at the ceiling and watched paint dry.
In other news:
Still no word on the guy that attacked Bob's girl last night. The cop's aren't gonna find him. I think some good old fashioned mob justice is in order.
I get to work a whopping four hours from 10am-2pm today. Then I get to come home and do laundry/pack for the weekend. Ahh, relief.
And here's the relief. I'm disappearing for 3 days down to Wildwood. Nothing like cramming on a boardwalk with half a million other people, then going back, and cramming into a small ass beach house with 20 other people, all of which will be very drunk, myself included.
My income tax check got direct deposited somehow. I didn't give them any account information, so the check went somewhere. All I know is, it didn't show up on my statement, and I didn't get the cash. I want my fucking money!
Because of that mishap, I can't get any new ink this weekend. Fucking bills. Why can't I just be 18, and not have to worry about paying rent and all the other assorted goodies that come along with that shit. DAMN GETTING OLDER!
Ah well, enough rambling. I need sleep.
I'll post again before I leave for the shore.
Adios,
Wolfman
I worked from 2pm-6pm. What kind of half assed shift is that!?!
I was supposed to attend a show tonight, that one of my new co-workers was preforming in. I didn't get to go, because everyone sucks and doesn't know how to return phone calls!
Bob and I were gonna go to the bar with a couple of the guys in his band, but only if the show thing fell through. Well, the show thing fell through, and so did the band mates. Nobody showed. Well, Ace did, but he was sick, tried recording vocals for about a half hour, then left. So, I stared at the ceiling and watched paint dry.
In other news:
Still no word on the guy that attacked Bob's girl last night. The cop's aren't gonna find him. I think some good old fashioned mob justice is in order.
I get to work a whopping four hours from 10am-2pm today. Then I get to come home and do laundry/pack for the weekend. Ahh, relief.
And here's the relief. I'm disappearing for 3 days down to Wildwood. Nothing like cramming on a boardwalk with half a million other people, then going back, and cramming into a small ass beach house with 20 other people, all of which will be very drunk, myself included.
My income tax check got direct deposited somehow. I didn't give them any account information, so the check went somewhere. All I know is, it didn't show up on my statement, and I didn't get the cash. I want my fucking money!
Because of that mishap, I can't get any new ink this weekend. Fucking bills. Why can't I just be 18, and not have to worry about paying rent and all the other assorted goodies that come along with that shit. DAMN GETTING OLDER!
Ah well, enough rambling. I need sleep.
I'll post again before I leave for the shore.
Adios,
Wolfman