This is from last night.
Sushi. yum.
Work. fuck that shit.
I almost walked out like 20 times. I broke like 50 glasses on purpose. I'm actually trying to get fired. lol. I can't bring myself to quit...so how about just get fired? It used to be such a great job. Like the best job ever...but management keeps switching out and the kitchen turnover rate is fucking insane...nobody knows what they're doing...and it's just kind of sad that I'm still there. Today Darlene quit. She only had like 2 more weeks left, but that just goes to show...nobody likes it there anymore. The money isn't the same anymore either. A friday or Saturday night used to mean 200 plus....but these days we're lucky to break a 100. I can't pay bills and afford my lifestyle like that. A bill collecter called me today. My first one. eeeeik. no good at all. The point is, I need to leave funnybone.
Anyways. I busted my ass to get out of there early...then the lovely Hannah calls and asks me to stick around so she can come see me. I can't say no to those eyes. And lips. And Thighs. And ass. And you get the point. But yeh...So I hung out with Mr.Cooper for a bit (Mark Curry) and we bullshitted around. We talked about how tired we both were. And then he acted fake excited about tomorrow being St. Patrick's day...and then he gave me a high five, but considering the fact that he is a million feet taller than me, I had to jump.
The lovely Hannah arrives, I get joked bc everyone from work knew something was going on before she left for Texas....we hung out by the elevator and talked :) for a few. Then she had to go. Samantha and I discussed how hannah gained weight and it looks really good on her.
Drive home to the catorce tape.
Put on pajamas.
And here we are now. Eating triscuits, sardines in soybean oil, and hot sauce. Yeh, I like gross smelly foods.
Triscuits remind me of living in CA. Jessica and I would sit on our couch (more like a loveseat) and watch spanish talk shows or the Tyra Banks show and eat triscuits, red peppers and ranch, and ramen noodles. lol. I do miss those days/nights. They were usually followed by crazy mexican parties with drugs and alcohol.....hollywood nights...a fight (between us)...then our nightly 4 AM rummy and Don Julio (tequila) ritual.
I'm bored and lj is the only page I can really get on so I'm gonna continue to blog. I'm not much of a tv person, and I'm afraid to check my bills online.
I'm gonna buy Jessi B a longboard. She wants to do it with me... :) hehehehe. you know. LONGBOARD you pervs. haha. maybe.
It's funny that hanging out with a famous person is a boring night to me.
No afterparty for me. Not really feeling it. I'm in my pjs and not really in that great of a mood.
"I feel summer creepin in and I'm tired of this town again...."
The 711 guy told me that I can't buy cigarrettes again until Sunday or Monday. Fucking arab.
What the hell is my issue?
Robocop Krauss is doing me no justice. That's horrible.
I figured out why I'm so bored and unhappy with things lately. It's bc over the last 3 years, I've been doing a lot of exciting things. Traveling and such. I haven't really done anything like that in a while. I need to get out and live. I need a music festival. Or a new destination. Or a new hobby. Or something. I feel like I'm being such a gemini. lol.
Maybe a new job will help. But do I really want to work at a straight bar at the oceanfront? During the summer? FUCK FUck fuCK! I dunno.
This is too long. Too much mindless bullshit and ranting for anyone to read.
Work. fuck that shit.
I almost walked out like 20 times. I broke like 50 glasses on purpose. I'm actually trying to get fired. lol. I can't bring myself to quit...so how about just get fired? It used to be such a great job. Like the best job ever...but management keeps switching out and the kitchen turnover rate is fucking insane...nobody knows what they're doing...and it's just kind of sad that I'm still there. Today Darlene quit. She only had like 2 more weeks left, but that just goes to show...nobody likes it there anymore. The money isn't the same anymore either. A friday or Saturday night used to mean 200 plus....but these days we're lucky to break a 100. I can't pay bills and afford my lifestyle like that. A bill collecter called me today. My first one. eeeeik. no good at all. The point is, I need to leave funnybone.
Anyways. I busted my ass to get out of there early...then the lovely Hannah calls and asks me to stick around so she can come see me. I can't say no to those eyes. And lips. And Thighs. And ass. And you get the point. But yeh...So I hung out with Mr.Cooper for a bit (Mark Curry) and we bullshitted around. We talked about how tired we both were. And then he acted fake excited about tomorrow being St. Patrick's day...and then he gave me a high five, but considering the fact that he is a million feet taller than me, I had to jump.
The lovely Hannah arrives, I get joked bc everyone from work knew something was going on before she left for Texas....we hung out by the elevator and talked :) for a few. Then she had to go. Samantha and I discussed how hannah gained weight and it looks really good on her.
Drive home to the catorce tape.
Put on pajamas.
And here we are now. Eating triscuits, sardines in soybean oil, and hot sauce. Yeh, I like gross smelly foods.
Triscuits remind me of living in CA. Jessica and I would sit on our couch (more like a loveseat) and watch spanish talk shows or the Tyra Banks show and eat triscuits, red peppers and ranch, and ramen noodles. lol. I do miss those days/nights. They were usually followed by crazy mexican parties with drugs and alcohol.....hollywood nights...a fight (between us)...then our nightly 4 AM rummy and Don Julio (tequila) ritual.
I'm bored and lj is the only page I can really get on so I'm gonna continue to blog. I'm not much of a tv person, and I'm afraid to check my bills online.
I'm gonna buy Jessi B a longboard. She wants to do it with me... :) hehehehe. you know. LONGBOARD you pervs. haha. maybe.
It's funny that hanging out with a famous person is a boring night to me.
No afterparty for me. Not really feeling it. I'm in my pjs and not really in that great of a mood.
"I feel summer creepin in and I'm tired of this town again...."
The 711 guy told me that I can't buy cigarrettes again until Sunday or Monday. Fucking arab.
What the hell is my issue?
Robocop Krauss is doing me no justice. That's horrible.
I figured out why I'm so bored and unhappy with things lately. It's bc over the last 3 years, I've been doing a lot of exciting things. Traveling and such. I haven't really done anything like that in a while. I need to get out and live. I need a music festival. Or a new destination. Or a new hobby. Or something. I feel like I'm being such a gemini. lol.
Maybe a new job will help. But do I really want to work at a straight bar at the oceanfront? During the summer? FUCK FUck fuCK! I dunno.
This is too long. Too much mindless bullshit and ranting for anyone to read.