if I had all the money in the world....
I am not exactly what you'd call a morning person. I must have my alarm set to music and not any sort of whacked out noise or it puts me in a bad mood. {No one should have to awaken to the sound of repetitive, clanging, dying technology.}
So yesterday, I wake up and on the station I listen to is a very familiar voice, yet I can't place where I know it from. I keep listening and finally figure out that the second dj is the psycho that used to take pictures of me on his cell phone during training. That got fired for staring at/trying to touch my boob.
I'm not opposed to the man finding employment, but what is horrifying is that he kept talking about how he'd just participated in a threesome with two goth girls the night before. I almost barfed, for serious. {Because really, if you saw this jackass, you'd either vom or laugh hysterically at the thought of ANY HUMAN BEING ever wanting to have sex with him. I might include animals in that list as well, but some animals are too dumb to be picky.}
So now I can't wake up to that station anymore. Just...EW.
Today I'm feeling a little sassy-assed, I must declare. Here's why. I am wearing the best pair of rhymes with aunties IN THE WORLD. {I'm sorry, I hate the *p* word.} Normally, not a big fan of the underwear but I thought I'd be cool and now I'm shaking my ass all over the damn place. It's a little makeover for my toosh.
OR, perhaps it's because I have the dopest belt on. It has stars on it. And it looks like a seatbelt and I love it and I know you want one. ;)
Welcome home, Martha.
I'm still ignoring work issues until further notice. Thank you and good day.
So yesterday, I wake up and on the station I listen to is a very familiar voice, yet I can't place where I know it from. I keep listening and finally figure out that the second dj is the psycho that used to take pictures of me on his cell phone during training. That got fired for staring at/trying to touch my boob.
I'm not opposed to the man finding employment, but what is horrifying is that he kept talking about how he'd just participated in a threesome with two goth girls the night before. I almost barfed, for serious. {Because really, if you saw this jackass, you'd either vom or laugh hysterically at the thought of ANY HUMAN BEING ever wanting to have sex with him. I might include animals in that list as well, but some animals are too dumb to be picky.}
So now I can't wake up to that station anymore. Just...EW.
Today I'm feeling a little sassy-assed, I must declare. Here's why. I am wearing the best pair of rhymes with aunties IN THE WORLD. {I'm sorry, I hate the *p* word.} Normally, not a big fan of the underwear but I thought I'd be cool and now I'm shaking my ass all over the damn place. It's a little makeover for my toosh.
OR, perhaps it's because I have the dopest belt on. It has stars on it. And it looks like a seatbelt and I love it and I know you want one. ;)
Welcome home, Martha.
I'm still ignoring work issues until further notice. Thank you and good day.