Book'em Danno!
abunchofcrap is having boy troubles.
I have to snicker, pity and empathize all at the same time.
She goes out on date, accidently. (hey, sometimes you dont know its a date until too late!)
Date starts following her around. Being extra cute and sweet and interested.
She tries to ignore him, but its hard to ignore fun cute and sweet people.
Date gets arrested from mutual workplace for stealing from the till for months.
Date starts sending obessive emails/texts/phone calls about jail and suicide and her being the only thing he didnt regret... and weird stuff.
Poor gal.
I have woken up between 4am and 6am every morning and been completely incapable of getting back to sleep before work. 5:30am was this mornings mental wake-up call. I hate it. WITH PASSION!
The highs were somewhere between 104 and 109, depending on what thermometer you read in which part of the city.
For some reason at the pawn shop, we got call after call after call about air conditioners. Strange! Hehe
Jesse was supposed to pick me up from work. So 2 hours before work ended I gave him a text to remind him. Then I gave him an hour notice. Then I called him 10 minutes before. "Oh, right. Im supposed to pick you up. Ok. When?"
-"In about 10-15 minutes."
"Oh, ok. Ill be right there."
-"Book it, ok? Be fast."
"I will be fast!"
40 minutes later, he shows.
The store was completely closed, and my boss waited with me in the 105 degree parkinglot because boys are nice and chivalrous sometimes when girls are left alone to wait in a skeezy part of town for their boyfriends to show up.
Met Jesse's family at HuHot grill for food. It was good. They have delicious ginger ale.
Ben challenged me to a game of cribbage, at which I soundly whupped his ass. But, he did good, especially as a new player!
Sat by the pool. Cooled off.
Jesse got my sickness. Poor sickie!! He is full of snot and vile sickness.
Its cooling down tonight. Alittle.
Work some more tomorrow.
My trainer seems to only have two methods of training.
1. Assume I know EXACTLY what I should be doing, doing it fast, correctly and with precision.
2. Assume I have my head stuck up my ass and couldn't find the Pacific Ocean even after being thrown into it.
Now, during my first two days, she employed the first method of training. Pretending as if I should know EXACTLY what I should be doing.
Now, that I sorta DO know what Im doing, she is using the second method, and assuming Im doing everythign wrong, or if I move slowly or press any wrong key, that its because Im a dolt who can't read/think/breathe without someone telling me.
This makes Zana turn into a giant green beast she calls "Gamma Gal".
I have a lariat!! YAY!
I have to snicker, pity and empathize all at the same time.
She goes out on date, accidently. (hey, sometimes you dont know its a date until too late!)
Date starts following her around. Being extra cute and sweet and interested.
She tries to ignore him, but its hard to ignore fun cute and sweet people.
Date gets arrested from mutual workplace for stealing from the till for months.
Date starts sending obessive emails/texts/phone calls about jail and suicide and her being the only thing he didnt regret... and weird stuff.
Poor gal.
I have woken up between 4am and 6am every morning and been completely incapable of getting back to sleep before work. 5:30am was this mornings mental wake-up call. I hate it. WITH PASSION!
The highs were somewhere between 104 and 109, depending on what thermometer you read in which part of the city.
For some reason at the pawn shop, we got call after call after call about air conditioners. Strange! Hehe
Jesse was supposed to pick me up from work. So 2 hours before work ended I gave him a text to remind him. Then I gave him an hour notice. Then I called him 10 minutes before. "Oh, right. Im supposed to pick you up. Ok. When?"
-"In about 10-15 minutes."
"Oh, ok. Ill be right there."
-"Book it, ok? Be fast."
"I will be fast!"
40 minutes later, he shows.
The store was completely closed, and my boss waited with me in the 105 degree parkinglot because boys are nice and chivalrous sometimes when girls are left alone to wait in a skeezy part of town for their boyfriends to show up.
Met Jesse's family at HuHot grill for food. It was good. They have delicious ginger ale.
Ben challenged me to a game of cribbage, at which I soundly whupped his ass. But, he did good, especially as a new player!
Sat by the pool. Cooled off.
Jesse got my sickness. Poor sickie!! He is full of snot and vile sickness.
Its cooling down tonight. Alittle.
Work some more tomorrow.
My trainer seems to only have two methods of training.
1. Assume I know EXACTLY what I should be doing, doing it fast, correctly and with precision.
2. Assume I have my head stuck up my ass and couldn't find the Pacific Ocean even after being thrown into it.
Now, during my first two days, she employed the first method of training. Pretending as if I should know EXACTLY what I should be doing.
Now, that I sorta DO know what Im doing, she is using the second method, and assuming Im doing everythign wrong, or if I move slowly or press any wrong key, that its because Im a dolt who can't read/think/breathe without someone telling me.
This makes Zana turn into a giant green beast she calls "Gamma Gal".
I have a lariat!! YAY!