famous last words
"strohmer you don't need to be doing ANY kind of coke. EVER"
well thats for damn sure.
kate & i ate shrooms this afternoon and i had one crazy ass trip. i also bought 20 dollars worth of pizza coupons from a guy on the street. so i guess i'm a VIP member at HELLO FAZ if anyone finds themselves in need of late night pizzas. wtf. going to watch the marching band practice while tripping balls is never a good idea.
i woke up hung over as shit this morning and worked a 6 hour shift at Greek's. i seriously thought i was going to lose my job, i was lookin PRETTY rough when i walked in the door at 9am. at one point i was almost in tears hugging the cook in the prep room while he told me in thick spanish accents that everything was going to be alright. & then when things were finally starting to look up for me, the computers crashed and all hell broke loose. i had to hand write tickets to the kitchen and then collect them back so that we could manually tabulate everyone's bill. writing down 15-item Make-Your-Own salad orders from bitchy long island hoes in perfect penmanship so the Mexican cooks can understand what the fuck you want while 3 other tables are sitting down in your section = breakdown.
and after THAT shitty day at work. i come home to find my bedroom door locked and a note taped to it: "Strohmer. You can get your keys back once you clean the bathroom."
well thats for damn sure.
kate & i ate shrooms this afternoon and i had one crazy ass trip. i also bought 20 dollars worth of pizza coupons from a guy on the street. so i guess i'm a VIP member at HELLO FAZ if anyone finds themselves in need of late night pizzas. wtf. going to watch the marching band practice while tripping balls is never a good idea.
i woke up hung over as shit this morning and worked a 6 hour shift at Greek's. i seriously thought i was going to lose my job, i was lookin PRETTY rough when i walked in the door at 9am. at one point i was almost in tears hugging the cook in the prep room while he told me in thick spanish accents that everything was going to be alright. & then when things were finally starting to look up for me, the computers crashed and all hell broke loose. i had to hand write tickets to the kitchen and then collect them back so that we could manually tabulate everyone's bill. writing down 15-item Make-Your-Own salad orders from bitchy long island hoes in perfect penmanship so the Mexican cooks can understand what the fuck you want while 3 other tables are sitting down in your section = breakdown.
and after THAT shitty day at work. i come home to find my bedroom door locked and a note taped to it: "Strohmer. You can get your keys back once you clean the bathroom."