No Rest for the Wicked.

Dec 17, 2004 11:07

I nodded a goodbye at Kat and that Jess chick, headin’ downstairs. Finally. Some real Zs, dude. The shower had woken me up a little in the head, but I was still feelin’ like shit on a stick, and I was sure that once I hit the sack, I wouldn’t be getting up for a good while.

So hopefully Oz decided to show, or Andy finished his Sleeping Beauty act and went up to man the register. ‘Cause I don’t know just how long the Minis are gonna wanna to chill up there. And am I gonna have to pay them for it?

Got to the bottom of the stairs and headed for my bed, only to find the goddamn blanket gone. What the fuck? I just can’t win. Then it dawned on me that Andy’d had a second one in his room- And the cycle of annoying borrowing continues. Dumbasses.

Still felt bad about being a bitch to him earlier, but if it affects my sleep, I get kinda cranky, y'know?

Peroxide had better be awake. I hadn’t even seen him since last night at the Lizard with Hollywood. Guess I should probably check up on that shit too. ‘Cause what was it that she said about him earlier? That he was a drama queen. Yeah. Already knew that one. But to make the Queen of Drama Queens say it, man. What the hell happened there? I guess even he couldn’t take her- which said something, 'cause it seemed kinda like Ol’ Spike unlived for the blonde and tinies.

I walked in without knocking. Probably shouldn’t’ve done that. He might’ve been beating the weasel or somethin’.

[Tag to Spike]
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