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so...wow.
guess what?! i tried pot this weekend. um... also played quarters... i think i lost. by i think, i am pretty damn sure. i somehow gotten so fucking drunk i couldn't get off the floor... so they carried me around. THAT didn't help and i threw up.
i woke up sleeping next to one of my bosses. (don't worry, he's 18 and nothing happened)
yeah, i am going to miss that jerk.
i love working at the haunt. but the people of the haunt are everything... even vincent...that shmuck. anywhooo, i stayed the weekend with them because brad is leaving. LE SAD. stupid coast gaurd. i don't get many chances to be bohemian. or... poor.... or.... not sheltered. i am so fucking sheltered that i am terrified of everything on the other side of me. reason why my brother and i just can't seem to get along. i know little of his world and he knows little of mine. but i trust these people so i thought-- why not? yeah, freaking awesome.
i can't think that the haunt is almost over when i feel like it is just starting. critics are coming in and going ape over us, customers are losing their heads (i have the bruises to prove it when they run me into the counter trying to get out) this is the shit yo. these kids are the shit, yo. like i told nick last night we are gel. we are totally gel. like, reading each other's minds and what not. it is awesome. one reviewer said last night that we "didn't need any music, or props, or fucking walls." that is awesome. makes me all warm inside, like i am human or something.
i may be slightly intoxicated as i reread this. probably lack of sleep... bad idea trying to fall asleep next to nicky while we can't stop giggling like 6 year olds and he is playing with my hair... on the hard floor...mmm. didn't fall asleep till 7 am. i got home at noon.
ok, the most crazy thing i heard come from the mouth of a coworker: vincent told me last night that he was going to be nice to me now. i asked him why. "because i want to get laid" was his responce. serious, my brain skipped a fucking beat then i got up and punched him in the arm. as brad put it, that was as smooth as a porcupine. true, his approach was getting me drunk then asking me to see my nose and then instead, kissing me. andy got south park to tell me that i was attractive for him. keith flat out asked me on a date... does anyone see a pattern? they are the ones heading this, i am putting my efforts in nicky. how am i the slut then? lmao. food for thought.
guess what?! i tried pot this weekend. um... also played quarters... i think i lost. by i think, i am pretty damn sure. i somehow gotten so fucking drunk i couldn't get off the floor... so they carried me around. THAT didn't help and i threw up.
i woke up sleeping next to one of my bosses. (don't worry, he's 18 and nothing happened)
yeah, i am going to miss that jerk.
i love working at the haunt. but the people of the haunt are everything... even vincent...that shmuck. anywhooo, i stayed the weekend with them because brad is leaving. LE SAD. stupid coast gaurd. i don't get many chances to be bohemian. or... poor.... or.... not sheltered. i am so fucking sheltered that i am terrified of everything on the other side of me. reason why my brother and i just can't seem to get along. i know little of his world and he knows little of mine. but i trust these people so i thought-- why not? yeah, freaking awesome.
i can't think that the haunt is almost over when i feel like it is just starting. critics are coming in and going ape over us, customers are losing their heads (i have the bruises to prove it when they run me into the counter trying to get out) this is the shit yo. these kids are the shit, yo. like i told nick last night we are gel. we are totally gel. like, reading each other's minds and what not. it is awesome. one reviewer said last night that we "didn't need any music, or props, or fucking walls." that is awesome. makes me all warm inside, like i am human or something.
i may be slightly intoxicated as i reread this. probably lack of sleep... bad idea trying to fall asleep next to nicky while we can't stop giggling like 6 year olds and he is playing with my hair... on the hard floor...mmm. didn't fall asleep till 7 am. i got home at noon.
ok, the most crazy thing i heard come from the mouth of a coworker: vincent told me last night that he was going to be nice to me now. i asked him why. "because i want to get laid" was his responce. serious, my brain skipped a fucking beat then i got up and punched him in the arm. as brad put it, that was as smooth as a porcupine. true, his approach was getting me drunk then asking me to see my nose and then instead, kissing me. andy got south park to tell me that i was attractive for him. keith flat out asked me on a date... does anyone see a pattern? they are the ones heading this, i am putting my efforts in nicky. how am i the slut then? lmao. food for thought.