Marijuana, whiskey and valium
Welcome to the dimension of sore throats. My throat is very sore, to the point of myself wondering if someone fucking mowed it while I was asleep. It hurts like hell though, and when I speak it's in a very whiskey-like bass rumble - which I wouldn't mind if it was a cool rumbling but it's just sick man's broken voice crap. But I've thought about starting to drink a glass of whiskey every now and then to make my voice a bit more... Johnny Cash:ish. Or at least to give it a little more flavor. Bono did, and look where he ended up!
In about an hour I'm wanted at "the office" (i.e. the store) to install hi-tech security equipment (i.e. my webcam) to help prevent ninja-like thieves from plundering us blind with the help of the night's darkness (i.e. from people snagging shit from the safe). It's a bit annoying to have to go in to do something which anyone else could easily have done with instructions over the phone but I suppose my expertis is needed on this one anyay. Plus it's a few hours extra pay. Ka-ching, mf's!
Erica made me a big glittery badge that says "20", which is cute and geeky; which means I lurve it. I'm wearing it all day tomorrow, no freakin' doubt about it. Because tomorrow is my freakin' birthday, bitches! 20,goddamn years. I can feel my skin wrinkling already. But even though the grim reaper is getting a day closer I can still enjoy this time of year quite a lot. Christopher treated me to lucn (I'm going to miss Kladdes so much *weep*) and got me Royal Tenenbaums on DVD! Super-sweet, indeed. He knows me too well, that boy.
In about an hour I'm wanted at "the office" (i.e. the store) to install hi-tech security equipment (i.e. my webcam) to help prevent ninja-like thieves from plundering us blind with the help of the night's darkness (i.e. from people snagging shit from the safe). It's a bit annoying to have to go in to do something which anyone else could easily have done with instructions over the phone but I suppose my expertis is needed on this one anyay. Plus it's a few hours extra pay. Ka-ching, mf's!
Erica made me a big glittery badge that says "20", which is cute and geeky; which means I lurve it. I'm wearing it all day tomorrow, no freakin' doubt about it. Because tomorrow is my freakin' birthday, bitches! 20,goddamn years. I can feel my skin wrinkling already. But even though the grim reaper is getting a day closer I can still enjoy this time of year quite a lot. Christopher treated me to lucn (I'm going to miss Kladdes so much *weep*) and got me Royal Tenenbaums on DVD! Super-sweet, indeed. He knows me too well, that boy.