choppy. uh.
i'm sitting in robby's room right now listening to what may become a new amazing band. but i'm not really supposed to be talking about it because you're not supposed to know.
so life has been good. i got a job over at doubles and i love it so far. i've been working a lot but it's fun so it's ok. i got my first paycheck yesterday for $328. beautiful.
OH so last sunday i met malia and brandagee at bagel world then went off to work after 4 hrs sleep. as soon as we opened i went to spit out my gum so that i could take an order, and the gum, seeing the rejected styrofoam cups and deserted man-made products tossed carlessly into the hell hole below, jumped fearfully out of the direction it was sent and into my hair. i said "nooo gum please get out of my hair" and it was like "no you gotta cut me out because peanut butter and ice don't stand a chance". all i remember after that is watching ray open a desk drawer and pull out two sharp blades of metal, then walk toward me with the blades outstretched, ever closer to my head. after a chunk of my good looks fell to the floor, i heard the cries of confused customers questioning the lack of lemons available for their beveraging pleasure. the cries carried me toward a collection of yellow produce, and i watched my hands crawl toward my second experience with a sharp blade that day. piles of perfectly sliced lemons grew from the blade, until one fateful slip left my finger gashed and the lemons tainted with a red that damned them to the pits of the darkest dumpsters. i am left with a scar and a bitter memory.
but like a phoenix born from the ashes, a new look was molded from the remains of a fallen hair cut. i kinda like it.
so life has been good. i got a job over at doubles and i love it so far. i've been working a lot but it's fun so it's ok. i got my first paycheck yesterday for $328. beautiful.
OH so last sunday i met malia and brandagee at bagel world then went off to work after 4 hrs sleep. as soon as we opened i went to spit out my gum so that i could take an order, and the gum, seeing the rejected styrofoam cups and deserted man-made products tossed carlessly into the hell hole below, jumped fearfully out of the direction it was sent and into my hair. i said "nooo gum please get out of my hair" and it was like "no you gotta cut me out because peanut butter and ice don't stand a chance". all i remember after that is watching ray open a desk drawer and pull out two sharp blades of metal, then walk toward me with the blades outstretched, ever closer to my head. after a chunk of my good looks fell to the floor, i heard the cries of confused customers questioning the lack of lemons available for their beveraging pleasure. the cries carried me toward a collection of yellow produce, and i watched my hands crawl toward my second experience with a sharp blade that day. piles of perfectly sliced lemons grew from the blade, until one fateful slip left my finger gashed and the lemons tainted with a red that damned them to the pits of the darkest dumpsters. i am left with a scar and a bitter memory.
but like a phoenix born from the ashes, a new look was molded from the remains of a fallen hair cut. i kinda like it.