yada yada
i feel like the only stories i have or know how to tell anymore are bar stories. which, on some level are entertaining enough in their own right, but damnit i miss my friends.
and my roommates, for that matter, who i hardly ever get to spend time with.
and i know it's all this growing up bullshit and responsibility job blah blah
but my job sucks ass. tonight i literally had some guy come rub his ass against my back while i was trying to do my cash out. luckily the owner saw and kicked him out, but still. yech.
other than that, things are good. i do realize that the first thing i've had to say in months is 'dude had his butt on me' but you know, that is in essence what happens at work. outside of work it's all glorious.
i'm not dying. nobody i like is dying. my birthday is soon, and i'll be legal. and really, what else can you ask for in life than not dying and being legal?
and my roommates, for that matter, who i hardly ever get to spend time with.
and i know it's all this growing up bullshit and responsibility job blah blah
but my job sucks ass. tonight i literally had some guy come rub his ass against my back while i was trying to do my cash out. luckily the owner saw and kicked him out, but still. yech.
other than that, things are good. i do realize that the first thing i've had to say in months is 'dude had his butt on me' but you know, that is in essence what happens at work. outside of work it's all glorious.
i'm not dying. nobody i like is dying. my birthday is soon, and i'll be legal. and really, what else can you ask for in life than not dying and being legal?