this is what happens when you get a full nights sleep (and meet nice boys) .... long, rambling posts
here we are, last day of class for winter term.
okay. five days to spain. with a niiice four day weekend to rest up for it. those four days I will use for a) snowboarding b) sleeping c) "preparing" for spain. some people call this "building up tolerance". whatev. bah lists.
i will be terminating the mullet tomorrow. thank. the lord.
let's see, what else.. I miss my assland girls.. hi, assland girls, i lub you. sometimes i think about going back, it would be awfully convenient. but alas, i think i am moving to berk berk in with jeb jeb (and the TRA TRA) so i can get a job job and a gree gree. OR i could stay in bend and live with my homeslice(s)? and my bend boyfriends (oh, there are several.) and live happily ever after working at my good ol' hippy store makin' roller sandwiches (>>>>). hrmmm
>>> this here is my side story about how mary devore is trying to lure me into taking my job back (w/ small promotion and pay raise). example: brad comes home: "hey, mary wants to know how much you are making? still minimum wage? she would pay you ten... ::shrug:: no big deal. example: threatening calls to my phone and to the school phone (v. strange)
sigh. this makes me sad because a) devore's is waaay cooler than zydeco. b) more money at devores c) can't go back because this would be taking a few steps back in ssooomebody's resume/career path... greater culinary experience or working sweaty kitchen in flip flops, listening to bob marley and drinking ginsing out of a jelly jar. or whatever.
the rant went on a little longer than intended. toodles
p.s. brent: kindly dismiss whatever it was my mom said to you this afternoon.
okay. five days to spain. with a niiice four day weekend to rest up for it. those four days I will use for a) snowboarding b) sleeping c) "preparing" for spain. some people call this "building up tolerance". whatev. bah lists.
i will be terminating the mullet tomorrow. thank. the lord.
let's see, what else.. I miss my assland girls.. hi, assland girls, i lub you. sometimes i think about going back, it would be awfully convenient. but alas, i think i am moving to berk berk in with jeb jeb (and the TRA TRA) so i can get a job job and a gree gree. OR i could stay in bend and live with my homeslice(s)? and my bend boyfriends (oh, there are several.) and live happily ever after working at my good ol' hippy store makin' roller sandwiches (>>>>). hrmmm
>>> this here is my side story about how mary devore is trying to lure me into taking my job back (w/ small promotion and pay raise). example: brad comes home: "hey, mary wants to know how much you are making? still minimum wage? she would pay you ten... ::shrug:: no big deal. example: threatening calls to my phone and to the school phone (v. strange)
sigh. this makes me sad because a) devore's is waaay cooler than zydeco. b) more money at devores c) can't go back because this would be taking a few steps back in ssooomebody's resume/career path... greater culinary experience or working sweaty kitchen in flip flops, listening to bob marley and drinking ginsing out of a jelly jar. or whatever.
the rant went on a little longer than intended. toodles
p.s. brent: kindly dismiss whatever it was my mom said to you this afternoon.