Eurohem this, bitch!
Random stuff:
- Well, I finally took that pair of crotch-enhancing jeans to the tailor. Yup. That's the most exciting thing I have going for me right now. OK, OK, the jeans aren't crotch-enhancing, I'm just a shower. Envy me, boys. Envy me.
I actually had this guy tell me a couple of weeks ago that out of all of the Asian guys he's been with, I was the biggest. That's like saying that out of all the stars you've ever seen, the sun appears the largest. No, not because it's so bloody obvious, but because compared to my dick all of the other ones look like tiny specks! (Haha! Yes, I'm totally full of shit ... ^^")
- I am counting down the days until I am free of this ultrafiltration HELL!!! Only 12 work days left after this one! YAH! Of course, that means only 12 days to try and figure out what the fuck I'm going to do for my work report. Not to mention that my supervisor will be on vacay for the next two weeks after this one, so ... wow, I'd really better talk to him about that soon.
- This weekend is going to be boooooring. Micheal is taking Tom home to meet his family (I'm clearly thrilled about that) so, other than Friday (when I'm going to go visit my grandmother with Genny and Kurt) and one other possible meeting that I'm trying to set up with my friend Jason, it's going to be a Geoppy-brand drunkfest in my room. Yup. See, if I get home late on Friday and then stay up until early Saturday drinking, then hopefully I can sleep through all of Saturday and some of Sunday. Then I'll just have enough time to maybe eat something and drink enough to get tired again so I can wake up Monday and go to work with a completely fucked up schedule. No one will dare to criticize my organization and planning skills ever again. I are the super 1337! GOODBYE!
Nokay, seriously, I don't know what's happening this weekend yet. Ideally, I will be able to find someone who can actually kiss. It would really rule if this same person didn't get really clumsily drunk and blast and sing along to James Blunt while we're fooling around. But shit, I shouldn't ask for too much.
Ok, lunch time's over.
- Well, I finally took that pair of crotch-enhancing jeans to the tailor. Yup. That's the most exciting thing I have going for me right now. OK, OK, the jeans aren't crotch-enhancing, I'm just a shower. Envy me, boys. Envy me.
I actually had this guy tell me a couple of weeks ago that out of all of the Asian guys he's been with, I was the biggest. That's like saying that out of all the stars you've ever seen, the sun appears the largest. No, not because it's so bloody obvious, but because compared to my dick all of the other ones look like tiny specks! (Haha! Yes, I'm totally full of shit ... ^^")
- I am counting down the days until I am free of this ultrafiltration HELL!!! Only 12 work days left after this one! YAH! Of course, that means only 12 days to try and figure out what the fuck I'm going to do for my work report. Not to mention that my supervisor will be on vacay for the next two weeks after this one, so ... wow, I'd really better talk to him about that soon.
- This weekend is going to be boooooring. Micheal is taking Tom home to meet his family (I'm clearly thrilled about that) so, other than Friday (when I'm going to go visit my grandmother with Genny and Kurt) and one other possible meeting that I'm trying to set up with my friend Jason, it's going to be a Geoppy-brand drunkfest in my room. Yup. See, if I get home late on Friday and then stay up until early Saturday drinking, then hopefully I can sleep through all of Saturday and some of Sunday. Then I'll just have enough time to maybe eat something and drink enough to get tired again so I can wake up Monday and go to work with a completely fucked up schedule. No one will dare to criticize my organization and planning skills ever again. I are the super 1337! GOODBYE!
Nokay, seriously, I don't know what's happening this weekend yet. Ideally, I will be able to find someone who can actually kiss. It would really rule if this same person didn't get really clumsily drunk and blast and sing along to James Blunt while we're fooling around. But shit, I shouldn't ask for too much.
Ok, lunch time's over.