that's just my baby daddy.
so it turns out that a bunch of perc's and a cooler full of beer at noon at work is not my strong point. ah well, shit happens.
i guess it's good to know that i'm bad at that and further, don't have a career in being a fucking pill head/waste of space.
i still love the shit outta some pills that take my tooth pain away, though.
i wannnnna drink tonight but i got a damn dentist appointment at the crack of dawn tomorrow. bleh. i'll probably still drink though.
goddamn people contacting me at work about how i owe them money for this credit card or that cell phone or a half dozen other things. i TELL a bitch to call me at home cause i can't talk at work and she makes me swear i'ma answer. i swore on my kids haha. but what she doesn't know is that i won't pay for shit, i haven't paid for shit and i have no intentions of ever paying your bunk-ass company back. so sue me. and they try.
then the lawyers are calling and writing me letters like they are going to get something outta me. what do they want? my damn tv? they can have it.
meh. christmas shopping tonight. get it all done at once. it ain't like i don't care, i just hate shopping. so i wait and do it all last minute.
khyber tomorrow night? then xmas eve on saturday. then xmas on sunday where i will watch the quentin tarantino marathon, then Canada on Monday, ay.
In my head, canadians have a boston accent but I think I'm wrong.
either way i'm super stoked.
i guess it's good to know that i'm bad at that and further, don't have a career in being a fucking pill head/waste of space.
i still love the shit outta some pills that take my tooth pain away, though.
i wannnnna drink tonight but i got a damn dentist appointment at the crack of dawn tomorrow. bleh. i'll probably still drink though.
goddamn people contacting me at work about how i owe them money for this credit card or that cell phone or a half dozen other things. i TELL a bitch to call me at home cause i can't talk at work and she makes me swear i'ma answer. i swore on my kids haha. but what she doesn't know is that i won't pay for shit, i haven't paid for shit and i have no intentions of ever paying your bunk-ass company back. so sue me. and they try.
then the lawyers are calling and writing me letters like they are going to get something outta me. what do they want? my damn tv? they can have it.
meh. christmas shopping tonight. get it all done at once. it ain't like i don't care, i just hate shopping. so i wait and do it all last minute.
khyber tomorrow night? then xmas eve on saturday. then xmas on sunday where i will watch the quentin tarantino marathon, then Canada on Monday, ay.
In my head, canadians have a boston accent but I think I'm wrong.
either way i'm super stoked.