And they don't require much strategy, which I am obviously horrible with
I've been horribly hungover all freakin' day. I got out of bed at 12 for...something, and then I went back to bed at like 1:30 and got up again for dinner at 7:30. And now it's almost 11 and I need to go to work tomorrow and I STILL have a headache.
UGHHHH, red wine, whyyyyy, vodka, whyyyyy, tequila, whyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (coconut rum spiked punch, whyyyyyyy) (it was my boss's 21st. WHYYYYYYYYY)
I had to stay up to watch the third episode of Gossip Girl. Why wasn't I born with willpower? I've bought the dvd's from amazon (can't find them here in Aus. AT ALL), and I know that I'm gonna exceed my bandwidth limit before the end of the month if I keep DLing shit, so I'll probably miss out on an episode of Supernatural - which should be higher on the pecking list than freaking Gossip Girl - but I couldn't stop myself.
You guys have no idea how much love I feel for Chuck Bass. NO. IDEA. Oh, god, Chuck. How so hot and AWFUL and awesome?
UGGGGH. I think I may have done something inadvisable at this party last night. Me and Lucy from work comandeered a nice young boy from another shop and made him dance and drink with us all night. His mama drove us home at like four in the morning which, thanks, Rhyce's mama!, so it was worth it, I just think... Lucy and I are like the drunkards of the comapny at this point (the Christmas party wasn't much better), willfully exploiting sweet young things like Rhyce for amusement and rides home - probably not the way to advance ourselves. It's ok for Lucy, she leaves the country in 2 weeks, I, on the other hand, will have to live with my actions. OH GOD.
(He probably enjoyed having two girls in their mid 20s natter at him drunkenly while gleefully dancing and demanding he fetch their drinks, though. He escaped briefly but we frowned a lot and he came back.)
So I got home at four and slept and you know the rest. Coconut rum is the devil's drink, I swear to god. I may have promised Rhyce that I'd give him some shifts at my store if he kept my cup full. SIGH.
Ok, ok, I'm going to bed. Working with Lucy tomorrow. We can suffer together.
--Beck
I'd like to thank Gerard Way for providing me with the perfect subject line for this entry. You're the best, Geeway!
UGHHHH, red wine, whyyyyy, vodka, whyyyyy, tequila, whyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (coconut rum spiked punch, whyyyyyyy) (it was my boss's 21st. WHYYYYYYYYY)
I had to stay up to watch the third episode of Gossip Girl. Why wasn't I born with willpower? I've bought the dvd's from amazon (can't find them here in Aus. AT ALL), and I know that I'm gonna exceed my bandwidth limit before the end of the month if I keep DLing shit, so I'll probably miss out on an episode of Supernatural - which should be higher on the pecking list than freaking Gossip Girl - but I couldn't stop myself.
You guys have no idea how much love I feel for Chuck Bass. NO. IDEA. Oh, god, Chuck. How so hot and AWFUL and awesome?
UGGGGH. I think I may have done something inadvisable at this party last night. Me and Lucy from work comandeered a nice young boy from another shop and made him dance and drink with us all night. His mama drove us home at like four in the morning which, thanks, Rhyce's mama!, so it was worth it, I just think... Lucy and I are like the drunkards of the comapny at this point (the Christmas party wasn't much better), willfully exploiting sweet young things like Rhyce for amusement and rides home - probably not the way to advance ourselves. It's ok for Lucy, she leaves the country in 2 weeks, I, on the other hand, will have to live with my actions. OH GOD.
(He probably enjoyed having two girls in their mid 20s natter at him drunkenly while gleefully dancing and demanding he fetch their drinks, though. He escaped briefly but we frowned a lot and he came back.)
So I got home at four and slept and you know the rest. Coconut rum is the devil's drink, I swear to god. I may have promised Rhyce that I'd give him some shifts at my store if he kept my cup full. SIGH.
Ok, ok, I'm going to bed. Working with Lucy tomorrow. We can suffer together.
--Beck
I'd like to thank Gerard Way for providing me with the perfect subject line for this entry. You're the best, Geeway!