If you sit on a cucumber you need 2 things fast: a pair of tongs and a friend who can keep a secret
Goddamn I am so bored.... I've been up since 9 and home since 2 and have not done a single interesting thing.
So yeah, I left work early as shit today. Basically what happened was, I opened the store, then there wasn't any work to do so I was just chillin an shit..... when alluva sudden my stomach begins to hurt like 8 bitches on a bitch boat- so I went into the bathroom ready to return my breakfast to the sea from whence it came.... but as it turned it out, after merely being in the bathroom for thirty seconds my stomach pains were cured. This however did not stop me from calling up Joe and telling him that I was sick, and that I was going to leave once he got to the store at two o'clock. And that's what I did.
From there I came home and this is where I am doomed to stay for the rest of my life.... or, until either I call someone or someone calls me, and I leave. But, no one can really say when or if that will happen.
Tomorrow is my day off and that is neat.... although I am certain it will only result in me doing nothing in particular. But, I guess that's what I do.
I keep getting these messages on my phone and my computer from Erik saying that he has an announcement for me. I wonder what it is. .....hopefully it will be him professing his undying homosexual love for me. Not that I necessesarily WANT that to happen- but it would be nice knowing that the option is out there if I ever do decide to go gay. I mean... basically my goal in life is keep my parents second-guessing themselves on my sexual orientation. I feel like I need to keep them on their toes.
In other news: I was supposed to get new glasses last Friday. I went to Lens Crafters and had my eye exam, picked out fresh new frames, and now it's Tuesday I still am without my new spectacles. Hopefully my current pair will not disentegrate into several smaller pieces.... but I fear that time is fast approaching. Basically the only reason I really care, is that it's supposed to take an hour. And I spend my entire life getting bitched at by people at Ritz Camera, because "the sign says ONE HOUR photo" and I am asking them for more time. But this is one pair of glasses.... its not like I wanted duplicate copies of thirty different pairs or something. Plus the fact that... you know... I need them to see and all makes me want them as well. Whatever. It will only be a matter of time before I start to break these new ones.
mmmmmmmm I have a headache. I built this magnificent sandwhich earlier and devoured it, enjoying the magical fiesta of flavor that was in my mouth. I thought eating something would make the headache go away.... but now it is quite apparent that the only way to get rid of this headache is to blow it out.
With a bullet.
And in conclusion: it is six o'clock. My head hurts. Nothing to do. Love that chicken from Popeye's.
Sorry, the tv was on downstairs and I could hear a popeyes commercial and the little song they play has magical and mysterious powers over my brain, and makes it do things. Science Fiction! .....Think about it.
Someone please come out and play.
NAKED.
THE END.
So yeah, I left work early as shit today. Basically what happened was, I opened the store, then there wasn't any work to do so I was just chillin an shit..... when alluva sudden my stomach begins to hurt like 8 bitches on a bitch boat- so I went into the bathroom ready to return my breakfast to the sea from whence it came.... but as it turned it out, after merely being in the bathroom for thirty seconds my stomach pains were cured. This however did not stop me from calling up Joe and telling him that I was sick, and that I was going to leave once he got to the store at two o'clock. And that's what I did.
From there I came home and this is where I am doomed to stay for the rest of my life.... or, until either I call someone or someone calls me, and I leave. But, no one can really say when or if that will happen.
Tomorrow is my day off and that is neat.... although I am certain it will only result in me doing nothing in particular. But, I guess that's what I do.
I keep getting these messages on my phone and my computer from Erik saying that he has an announcement for me. I wonder what it is. .....hopefully it will be him professing his undying homosexual love for me. Not that I necessesarily WANT that to happen- but it would be nice knowing that the option is out there if I ever do decide to go gay. I mean... basically my goal in life is keep my parents second-guessing themselves on my sexual orientation. I feel like I need to keep them on their toes.
In other news: I was supposed to get new glasses last Friday. I went to Lens Crafters and had my eye exam, picked out fresh new frames, and now it's Tuesday I still am without my new spectacles. Hopefully my current pair will not disentegrate into several smaller pieces.... but I fear that time is fast approaching. Basically the only reason I really care, is that it's supposed to take an hour. And I spend my entire life getting bitched at by people at Ritz Camera, because "the sign says ONE HOUR photo" and I am asking them for more time. But this is one pair of glasses.... its not like I wanted duplicate copies of thirty different pairs or something. Plus the fact that... you know... I need them to see and all makes me want them as well. Whatever. It will only be a matter of time before I start to break these new ones.
mmmmmmmm I have a headache. I built this magnificent sandwhich earlier and devoured it, enjoying the magical fiesta of flavor that was in my mouth. I thought eating something would make the headache go away.... but now it is quite apparent that the only way to get rid of this headache is to blow it out.
With a bullet.
And in conclusion: it is six o'clock. My head hurts. Nothing to do. Love that chicken from Popeye's.
Sorry, the tv was on downstairs and I could hear a popeyes commercial and the little song they play has magical and mysterious powers over my brain, and makes it do things. Science Fiction! .....Think about it.
Someone please come out and play.
NAKED.
THE END.