Waiting, waiting.
Waiting, waiting for the call that starts it all. Seems like I've been waiting a long time, but that's just how it is.
This murky air/line cook's environment is keeping me stuffed up continuously, and not being able to breathe right makes me tired and moody.
Am I getting old? I haven't even had more than one or two incidences of summer fun... all I do is eat the heat & sun and hope that can somehow tide me over until next year, as if next year will be different.
We'll see how things pan out.
This murky air/line cook's environment is keeping me stuffed up continuously, and not being able to breathe right makes me tired and moody.
Am I getting old? I haven't even had more than one or two incidences of summer fun... all I do is eat the heat & sun and hope that can somehow tide me over until next year, as if next year will be different.
We'll see how things pan out.