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Sep 02, 2004 12:13

Alright, fuck it, guess I'm back. So many of my friends either don't know about the new scratchpad [for some reason] or don't keep up with it there, and I'm tired of answering those damn "What have you been up to?" kinds of questions every time I get a chance to chat with someone I haven't spoken to in a while. There's a reason I have the silly thing, and it's to avoid that. Hardly meeting its purpose, is it?

Tonight will be the first night I'm working under the new menu [we switched over on Tuesday, of course] and I'll admit I'm a bit anxious about it. Not that I'm a bad waitress - on the contrary, I'm fucking amazing. But as a result of my skills [this is a theory, mind you], I get nervous when they change things so drastically.
I mean, who really wants eggs on their Carolina Chicken Salad? I mean, really?

Classes are going well. The boys at work never fail to ask me for my Sex Fact of the Day. More and more though, I find myself wondering what I'll do when papers start coming due - I'm working nearly forty hours a week and attending class twelve [not to mention the driving time].

Kerry or Bush, and either way, you're still voting the same Big Brother into office. Not sure I like my choices.

All I want to do is lie in the bath and smoke cigarettes and drink rum.
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