And everything you've given just kills me
So. What the fuck is there to say, really? Work's tolerable lately; there's a person who basically amounts to a full-time cashier back there, so I'm usually relegated to a more specialized task like typing or filling. The days advance at a rather steady and doable pace.
In my spare time, my computer tends to take precedence, as it's very close to my bed. I'm about 2/3 of the way through World War Z, which is a great book. Rock Band over at Tommy's is also a fun diversion of late. Listening to me sing "I'm So Sick" apparently makes Tommy laugh his head off.
Christmas is fast approaching, and I need to finish shopping. I still have my family and a rather vast preponderance of friends to buy stuff for. I'm off Thursday, so I guess I've got something to do then...
Umm... ho ho ho?
Note: this journal entry has been marked for explicit adult content, because that's fucking hilarious that I can do that.
In my spare time, my computer tends to take precedence, as it's very close to my bed. I'm about 2/3 of the way through World War Z, which is a great book. Rock Band over at Tommy's is also a fun diversion of late. Listening to me sing "I'm So Sick" apparently makes Tommy laugh his head off.
Christmas is fast approaching, and I need to finish shopping. I still have my family and a rather vast preponderance of friends to buy stuff for. I'm off Thursday, so I guess I've got something to do then...
Umm... ho ho ho?
Note: this journal entry has been marked for explicit adult content, because that's fucking hilarious that I can do that.