You know what Monday, fuck you too.
So... I opened this morning, work at 5AM, everything was alright, we were down a person, but we managed, it was alright. I was tired, but still in a really upbeat mood... oh boy!
I'm going along, doing my thing, laughing it up with everyone, la la la la... And I go to tuck my shirt in.... hey... why is my hand going right through?
OH, I HAVE A FOOT LONG RIP FROM MY WAIST, DOWN MY ASS, TO MY KNEE. There I am, having a gay old time, never knowing that for god knows how long, a large part of the people who work in Toronto's financial district have a foot wide window into what damned colour underwear I wear. Yea. FUN.
I hate Monday. No other news to report. The kitty is still annoying, the apartment is still creepily clean all the time (hooray for OCD), and I'm still a shining beacon of bitterness and cynicism for 20-somethings everywhere. :)
I'm going along, doing my thing, laughing it up with everyone, la la la la... And I go to tuck my shirt in.... hey... why is my hand going right through?
OH, I HAVE A FOOT LONG RIP FROM MY WAIST, DOWN MY ASS, TO MY KNEE. There I am, having a gay old time, never knowing that for god knows how long, a large part of the people who work in Toronto's financial district have a foot wide window into what damned colour underwear I wear. Yea. FUN.
I hate Monday. No other news to report. The kitty is still annoying, the apartment is still creepily clean all the time (hooray for OCD), and I'm still a shining beacon of bitterness and cynicism for 20-somethings everywhere. :)