Fun with insomnia
Des and I have been driving this loaner car the mechanic gave us since our car 'sploded in July and this fine evening, it got a motherfucking flat tire and now I have to get up in three and a half hours to go get a spare tire. At least Patrick is going to pick me up so I can do this shit. Dear Patrick, let's make babies. Love, Kat. Anyway, this flat tire shit must be karma because tonight at work, four people from the Make a Wish Foundation came in and ate in my section. Since Olive Garden is friendly towards dying children, my manager bought their dinner. They had a $70 check. They thanked me profusely. I realize now that they thanked me because they motherfucking stiffed me. These bastards didn't leave me ONE RED CENT. So after they left I said, "Well, at least I'm not eleven years old and dying." and then something along the lines of, "I realize she's dying and that's all well and good but I'm still alive and I still have bills to pay." So, that explains the flat tire. Then, Patrick drove me around looking for roadkill and we couldn't find ANY. Monday must be roadkill pickup day. I guess I won't have any photographs for my photography class tomorrow. I'll devote this coming week to finding new roadkill. Des and I also got our Halloween costumes yesterday. She's going as this thing that's sexy. I like it. It's like a cat...thing with a skirt. I don't know. But I like it. And she's got garters and fishnets and I like those too. Anyway, I'm going as an evil nurse. I packed my fat ass into a vinyl dress. This Halloween will be the most uncomfortable I've been in quite some time. I can't wait. I also have an eye patch with a cross on it like Daryl Hannah's in Kill Bill. In other news: I TOUCHED JESSICA BRYANT'S LEFT BREAST. Thank you.