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Good story:
I was in my room playing video games because I am a dork and that is what dorks do. I heard a metallic scraping about from the hall. Checked Pats room, no one home. Scraping coming from the exhaust fan slats in the hall ceiling. Awesome. Close pats door, my door, phantom roommates door, bathroom door... and push open the slat with my hand fathoming that whatever was scraping about would fall out and i would then proceed to stomp the hell out of it. Whatever it was didn't fall, and on second thought I should have just turned on the fan and salad shot the sucker but these are the things you come up with after the fact. So if you're scared of things that go bump in the night, come to my house. They bump in the daytime too.
Worse Story:
I went to the mall yesterday and returned stuff and got new stuff. I went in hollister because i'd never been to ours and some kid came up and asked me about a shirt. I said i didn't know and he said wait you don't work here? I guess I'm flattered? It's 3 am and that just popped to mind so I thought I'd share.
Now I'm just rambling:
I got paid today and for the first time in a couple months, I hadn't missed a week of work out of the two on the check for some reason or other so I'm back to a real check and having real money and not worrying. The past two days have been a financial windfall so come on people let's party.
Audience Participation:
1 more day. Mmm mmm mmm. Today I sleep. For however long it takes, I'm sleeping when I get off work. And then I'm painting my room. White and Carolina Blue? And thennnnnnn NCAA I guess then work at 1030pm to 330am and then hitting the road. Because it has been too long and the road is begging to be ...hitten?
(Cont'd...)
I'm picking up a package for my boss in Inverness which is off of 75 down around the turnpike. If anyone would like to come along and play travel battleship with me that would be great. Leaving silly early friday morning. I'll buy you a biscuit. I might even go crazy and drive all the way down to 7eleven in Zephyrhills because I haven't been since Saturday and am in withdrawl.
Interesting how not having anything to say so rapidly becomes a novel.
I was in my room playing video games because I am a dork and that is what dorks do. I heard a metallic scraping about from the hall. Checked Pats room, no one home. Scraping coming from the exhaust fan slats in the hall ceiling. Awesome. Close pats door, my door, phantom roommates door, bathroom door... and push open the slat with my hand fathoming that whatever was scraping about would fall out and i would then proceed to stomp the hell out of it. Whatever it was didn't fall, and on second thought I should have just turned on the fan and salad shot the sucker but these are the things you come up with after the fact. So if you're scared of things that go bump in the night, come to my house. They bump in the daytime too.
Worse Story:
I went to the mall yesterday and returned stuff and got new stuff. I went in hollister because i'd never been to ours and some kid came up and asked me about a shirt. I said i didn't know and he said wait you don't work here? I guess I'm flattered? It's 3 am and that just popped to mind so I thought I'd share.
Now I'm just rambling:
I got paid today and for the first time in a couple months, I hadn't missed a week of work out of the two on the check for some reason or other so I'm back to a real check and having real money and not worrying. The past two days have been a financial windfall so come on people let's party.
Audience Participation:
1 more day. Mmm mmm mmm. Today I sleep. For however long it takes, I'm sleeping when I get off work. And then I'm painting my room. White and Carolina Blue? And thennnnnnn NCAA I guess then work at 1030pm to 330am and then hitting the road. Because it has been too long and the road is begging to be ...hitten?
(Cont'd...)
I'm picking up a package for my boss in Inverness which is off of 75 down around the turnpike. If anyone would like to come along and play travel battleship with me that would be great. Leaving silly early friday morning. I'll buy you a biscuit. I might even go crazy and drive all the way down to 7eleven in Zephyrhills because I haven't been since Saturday and am in withdrawl.
Interesting how not having anything to say so rapidly becomes a novel.