I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Hello lovers and friends... This has been my life for the past few days...
Sunday I had to work at Coldstone, which was fine by me. However, I wasn't pleased when I had served about 3 customers and then was promptly put on waffle duty for the remainder of my 4 and a half hour shift. I didn't ant to be the waffle making bitch! I quickly became a pro at making cones and bowls though, and seeing as I've only made them once before, I suppose it was a good idea to be shown the ropes of making waffle creations.
Then I had to close, which I absolutely LOATHE... But life could suck worse, I guess.
I'm kind of loving Elise Schenk lately. We've been having these random discussions which have been leaving me feel rather fulfilled and understood by someone other than Barry Jay. Oh wait, he doesn't understand me. Nice attempt though. I have to see him today... ughhh....
So yesterday was Jyll's birthday. Steph and she came to my house to pick me up and we went to Jyll's first choice of birthday restaurant--- Hooter's. Let me tell you something... the Hooter's girls at the Novi Fountainwalk are effing statuesque in their beauty. I have never seen more attractive Hooter's girls in my life. These women knew how to WORK it. We all decided that brunettes were definitely preferable over blondes. We told the waitress it was Jyll's birthday and the entire gorgeous staff made her go through a bit of public humiliation. A picture was taken of us with the staff, we left our 30% tip (because our waitress was attentive, touchy-feely, and well-endowed), and left.
We decided to walk around Fountainwalk for a while, telling randomers left and right that it was Jillian's birthday. Many teenage males felt it would be appropriate to utter quips and innuendos such as, "I have a present for you, do you want to see it?" or "I have some cake and ice cream if you want it." Nice.
There was one particular group of guys that we kept stumbling in to. Jyll told one of the guys, who we later found out was named Reed, that his hair was hot. He said thanks. We went on our way.
Now let me tell you... I would have gone so gay for this guy. I'm even going to say it. He was HOT. About 6 feet tall, brown and blonde highlighted spiky hair, a lip piercing. I would have gone so incredibly gay.
Our second encounter occurred when they asked how old Jyll was. She told them 17. I turned around and yelled, "No she's 18!!!" One of them replied, "Old enough for us!" Classy.
Encounter number three- Jyll ended up giving Reed and this random guy in a green shirt her phone number outside Coldstone. It turns out they were all about 20.
Now question... how is that Jyll can just meet random hot people, but these opportunities never fall into the laps of anyone else? God.
And apparently Jyll has dubbed us the "Hooter's Crew". I love the various crews I'm involved in. the "Late Night Crew", the "Herbie Crew"... ::sigh::
ohhhhh life...
Sunday I had to work at Coldstone, which was fine by me. However, I wasn't pleased when I had served about 3 customers and then was promptly put on waffle duty for the remainder of my 4 and a half hour shift. I didn't ant to be the waffle making bitch! I quickly became a pro at making cones and bowls though, and seeing as I've only made them once before, I suppose it was a good idea to be shown the ropes of making waffle creations.
Then I had to close, which I absolutely LOATHE... But life could suck worse, I guess.
I'm kind of loving Elise Schenk lately. We've been having these random discussions which have been leaving me feel rather fulfilled and understood by someone other than Barry Jay. Oh wait, he doesn't understand me. Nice attempt though. I have to see him today... ughhh....
So yesterday was Jyll's birthday. Steph and she came to my house to pick me up and we went to Jyll's first choice of birthday restaurant--- Hooter's. Let me tell you something... the Hooter's girls at the Novi Fountainwalk are effing statuesque in their beauty. I have never seen more attractive Hooter's girls in my life. These women knew how to WORK it. We all decided that brunettes were definitely preferable over blondes. We told the waitress it was Jyll's birthday and the entire gorgeous staff made her go through a bit of public humiliation. A picture was taken of us with the staff, we left our 30% tip (because our waitress was attentive, touchy-feely, and well-endowed), and left.
We decided to walk around Fountainwalk for a while, telling randomers left and right that it was Jillian's birthday. Many teenage males felt it would be appropriate to utter quips and innuendos such as, "I have a present for you, do you want to see it?" or "I have some cake and ice cream if you want it." Nice.
There was one particular group of guys that we kept stumbling in to. Jyll told one of the guys, who we later found out was named Reed, that his hair was hot. He said thanks. We went on our way.
Now let me tell you... I would have gone so gay for this guy. I'm even going to say it. He was HOT. About 6 feet tall, brown and blonde highlighted spiky hair, a lip piercing. I would have gone so incredibly gay.
Our second encounter occurred when they asked how old Jyll was. She told them 17. I turned around and yelled, "No she's 18!!!" One of them replied, "Old enough for us!" Classy.
Encounter number three- Jyll ended up giving Reed and this random guy in a green shirt her phone number outside Coldstone. It turns out they were all about 20.
Now question... how is that Jyll can just meet random hot people, but these opportunities never fall into the laps of anyone else? God.
And apparently Jyll has dubbed us the "Hooter's Crew". I love the various crews I'm involved in. the "Late Night Crew", the "Herbie Crew"... ::sigh::
ohhhhh life...