My brain, bumping the Wicked Clowns. --Homies--

Oct 02, 2005 01:32

Saturday, being the first whole day I was back, was awful. I was/am so fucking tired. But it was good regardless. I never thought I'd say it, but it was good to be at work again. I missed giving my boss shit, Mike complaining about his nephew, Dennis being a complete moron, the one chic who gives me shit about not smiling, and just being outside in the punishing sun. Soon however, it will be the punishing cold. Not that is gets real cold here, but I can't stand it. I wore my hollow ear hole things today, not one person said anything. And since they know my Grandma died, they are all being extremely nice to me. Not that they aren't nice to begin with, but what the hell, she's dead. That doesn't mean we can't bull shit and be sarcastic to each other like always. I just don't get people.

The fucking drive, that or my sister got me sick. I hate being sick. The last time I felt like this was September of 2002. I remember this because I was sick for like 2 months. I was outside pushing in carts in the rain for my whole 9 hour shift. I had a sweater that was soaked through in like 5 minutes. My Dad bought me a "water proof" jacket that lasted about 45 minutes, and Kevin brought me a huge ass "water proof" jacket that lasted maybe, maybe an hour. It was a bad night. It was a bad couple of months. I need lots of drugs and sleep and food, and vitamins, that always works for me.

Anyways, I am about to fall over, and I'm sitting down.

Later

Bones
Previous post Next post
Up