Whoot for Fridays
Friday night is finally here. Of course, I have an hour and a half left of work, and I have to work tomorrow morning as well, but I still plan on having a good time tonight. Troy came by and we chatted all about flowers. I made Julie a bouquet of just a bunch of leftover flowers but it was huge. The card read "Our deepest sympathies" and Troy and I wrote "You have to live with stupid smelly boys" We're so funny.
So last night I went into my Starbucks. Apparently i was supposed to work at five that morning but I definately didn't and no one called me. I think because I handed my notice in, they assumed I just wasn't coming any more because today I was supposed to work at 5:30 in the fucking morning, but fuck that. I slept with the phone right next to my head just in case they called I didn't want my mom coming down and yelling at me to go to work. Yeah, they didn't call. I'm okay with this though.
Cody texted me at eight this morning though. I was kind of almost awake. You know that weird stage where you're not asleep but not awake? Well, apparently he's going to get tickets to the fireworks for tomorrow because they were rescheduled. That works for me because I thought about it and yes, I want to do acid and go watch the world fireworks championship. Yeah, it's going to be good. But tonight, I have no idea what we're up to. My boyfriend is on his way to pick up beer so I imagine just a shit load of sitting around. maybe watching a movie. I don't mind this because it means I won't spend money. Or at least that much. I can just get some beer for cheap after work.
bah. I want beer. And to not be at work any more. Oh well. Only a day and a bit before my day off. Whoot. I love Sundays.
So last night I went into my Starbucks. Apparently i was supposed to work at five that morning but I definately didn't and no one called me. I think because I handed my notice in, they assumed I just wasn't coming any more because today I was supposed to work at 5:30 in the fucking morning, but fuck that. I slept with the phone right next to my head just in case they called I didn't want my mom coming down and yelling at me to go to work. Yeah, they didn't call. I'm okay with this though.
Cody texted me at eight this morning though. I was kind of almost awake. You know that weird stage where you're not asleep but not awake? Well, apparently he's going to get tickets to the fireworks for tomorrow because they were rescheduled. That works for me because I thought about it and yes, I want to do acid and go watch the world fireworks championship. Yeah, it's going to be good. But tonight, I have no idea what we're up to. My boyfriend is on his way to pick up beer so I imagine just a shit load of sitting around. maybe watching a movie. I don't mind this because it means I won't spend money. Or at least that much. I can just get some beer for cheap after work.
bah. I want beer. And to not be at work any more. Oh well. Only a day and a bit before my day off. Whoot. I love Sundays.