Workblahjunkcrap!!!
Well, done with the seventh level. I've clawed my way up to only the second or third now. Maybe in a week or two my tolerance for other people will increase and I'll go out somewhere. After a day at that place, you're sick of people and just want to curl up and hide from the ingorance and such. Got 16 hours at 15 bucks an hour so far this week. Going to a new site tomorrow. A cake walk after CP. And it'll be a night shift when nobody but the janitors will be there. Maybe not even them the shift is so late. Night shift, Yeeha! Only draw back is I'll be at work when the social scene starts picking up. So on to the news.
New fish in the house. New ivy plant on the patio. (If the dogs don't eat it that is :P ) Cleaned my truck out yesterday. I have floorboards again. Until I throw trash on them again. Um, a new dog came and went. Good luck(riddance) to him. Yard is green and determined to swallow Chewey with the speed it's growing. Might have to drop the level of the mower so it doesn't get so high between chop jobs. Bob's fine. Oreo and Cocoa are fine. Dogs are fine, cats, fish are fine too. Life rolls along and ignoring gravity it's actually starting to roll uphill. Might even go find me a boy/girl friend this weekend. Or both! Yeah right William. Places I can go to find potential mates are filled with, well. . .creeepy folks. Wanted in connection with missing children kind of creepy. Add in the boozing and the drugs and the field narrows even more. There's this guy on my LJ friends list who sounds wonderful, but as usual, distance precludes any chance of anything. Anyways, he seems to have found somebody. But that's neither here nor there. Just idle thoughts with no real substance. Now I'm going to go eat something and crash in front of the boob tube.
Why is it called that anyways?
New fish in the house. New ivy plant on the patio. (If the dogs don't eat it that is :P ) Cleaned my truck out yesterday. I have floorboards again. Until I throw trash on them again. Um, a new dog came and went. Good luck(riddance) to him. Yard is green and determined to swallow Chewey with the speed it's growing. Might have to drop the level of the mower so it doesn't get so high between chop jobs. Bob's fine. Oreo and Cocoa are fine. Dogs are fine, cats, fish are fine too. Life rolls along and ignoring gravity it's actually starting to roll uphill. Might even go find me a boy/girl friend this weekend. Or both! Yeah right William. Places I can go to find potential mates are filled with, well. . .creeepy folks. Wanted in connection with missing children kind of creepy. Add in the boozing and the drugs and the field narrows even more. There's this guy on my LJ friends list who sounds wonderful, but as usual, distance precludes any chance of anything. Anyways, he seems to have found somebody. But that's neither here nor there. Just idle thoughts with no real substance. Now I'm going to go eat something and crash in front of the boob tube.
Why is it called that anyways?