Assinine Tales
Not that it's about comments, or attention, but because I crave both from you, I will try to keep my entries short and sweet because I know you won't read them anyway... and try to include pretty pictures as often as I can. I'm guilty of name-scanning and occasionally stopping at words like boobs or multiple-orgasms. But I decided I really want to have a gournal again to write my thoughts down in whenever I might have them. I've been so bored without an internal monologue to past the time.
In unrelated news, I haven't showered in 5 days, and my butt hurts. I've been working so much at the OG that I cannot even clean myself. What's even grosser is that I've been to the gym every night. I jumped in the river a few times, so at least my hair looks alright, but there is lots of sand in it, and it falls into people's lasagna. I remember a time when I felt clean, but also unemployed. Not only am I employed and abhorrent, I'm still so broke it hurts. I went to the bank yesterday and almost burst into tears when I found out I owe them $500. This is why I must work non-stop, to make up for all the years I was a "student." How the hell did I end up this way? I wish I could pretend not to know.
Despite the fact that I have a raging obsession on all the waiters at the OG, the other day I came down with a fever when I saw some mysterious new blood being interviewed. He wore sea-foam green pants and a striped collared shirt. Very young and nubile. With just that certain revealing overuse of bed-head product and designer cologne. His training starts in a few weeks, so I have just that much time to become a hot, tan, untouchable figure with lots of money and who doesn't sometimes accidently get his own urine on his leg. It could happen. Even if he turns out to be a dud, I'm using my fledging credit-score and my non-existant sex life as motivation for becoming an actual decent human being.
Ok I'm done rambling.
I made the flyers! Justin made me revamp it today because one of bands dropped out. I know it's a little off-center, but so is your mom.
In unrelated news, I haven't showered in 5 days, and my butt hurts. I've been working so much at the OG that I cannot even clean myself. What's even grosser is that I've been to the gym every night. I jumped in the river a few times, so at least my hair looks alright, but there is lots of sand in it, and it falls into people's lasagna. I remember a time when I felt clean, but also unemployed. Not only am I employed and abhorrent, I'm still so broke it hurts. I went to the bank yesterday and almost burst into tears when I found out I owe them $500. This is why I must work non-stop, to make up for all the years I was a "student." How the hell did I end up this way? I wish I could pretend not to know.
Despite the fact that I have a raging obsession on all the waiters at the OG, the other day I came down with a fever when I saw some mysterious new blood being interviewed. He wore sea-foam green pants and a striped collared shirt. Very young and nubile. With just that certain revealing overuse of bed-head product and designer cologne. His training starts in a few weeks, so I have just that much time to become a hot, tan, untouchable figure with lots of money and who doesn't sometimes accidently get his own urine on his leg. It could happen. Even if he turns out to be a dud, I'm using my fledging credit-score and my non-existant sex life as motivation for becoming an actual decent human being.
Ok I'm done rambling.
I made the flyers! Justin made me revamp it today because one of bands dropped out. I know it's a little off-center, but so is your mom.