I think I got something in my teeth could you get it out for me? That's fucking teamwork.

[inyourrearview]

I'm at work and there's a ton of shit to do. I don't think I'll do that much though. Cause I'm sick of it. So fuck thaaaaat. Yesterday was a really good day. Me and maggie went to Philly and walked around for a few hours, like 70 city blocks or so total. We managed to be creeps and not get cereal from Cereality. But Mickey wants to go to the art museum next Sunday anyways so maybe we'll get it then. If you have the chance to go to a Waffle House I sincerely recommend you do it. After dumpster diving with Sean and my brother I went with Mikey and Jen to one near University of Delaware last night and believe me, it's entirely worth it. It has been decided it will be a weekly tradition because Waffle House really is that good. We went to get gas and I had forgotten we weren't in jersey for the first three minutes or so where I waited for the attendant to come out. Then realized what the fuck was going on and went inside, it was funnier had you been there. It was a good night topped off with an awesome phone call from my coworker Darren who is 21 as of today. Happy Birthday Darren. He was completely wrecked to the point where I couldn't even understand the conversation he was having with my voicemail. I got done class around 11 today and proceeded to run around South Jersey like a fucking chicken with it's head cut off, and went from Collingswood, to Deptford, to Woodbury Heights and then home. Giana came by and kept me company for a little bit, and now I'm at work.
I really do have something stuck in my teeth. It's driving me nuts.