Viva el Cinco de Mayo! Down with the French!

* I just got done with 2 doubles, 2 days in a row. 11 hours both days. I be tired. On the plus side, I don't go back to work until Friday. Rockin' like Dokken!
* I got to see mcpimpenstein this weekend, and that was pretty sweet. He's a cool dude ( Read more... )

Today some dude gave me $8 on a $20 carryout. That made my day. I have to go back to work tonight, so hopefully I'll get people to get alcohol so I can drive up their bills. Tonight is Long Island Ice Tea night. They're only $2.95, so come on in and see me! I ought to be there until about 8 or so methinks, as I'm first cut ( Read more... )

So I get to go back to school in the fall. I need to contact OU and ( Read more... )

junkevil and Abby are having a party this weekend, for all interested in coming. Beer will be provided, but always feel free to bring some smoke or liquor. Should be a good time. Its going to be on Saturday; more details to follow.

AARRF! AARRF!
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CRASH!
BRAP!
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AARRF! AARRF!This has been my morning starting at 7:00 with my neighbors' dog, thus leaving me a bit hazy when I finally decided to give up on the sleeping-in thing. My sister then called and asked me to watch her kids, as their babysitter had to take her mother to the emergency room. Luckily ( Read more... )

Easter sucked. My dad screamed and acted like a general ass the whole day, like I knew he would. You know it was a bad day when I was happy to go to work. Good thing I smoked up before I went over there. Apparently when my sister and I were retrieving the cake, my dad was screaming to Beth "I'm a winner! No one ever loses to me!" What a freak ( Read more... )

Well yesterday marked the last day of Lent. Today I will totally be drinking liquor and soda, but I have been threatened by several people if I start smoking again. Meh, I have already given it up for six weeks, and it doesn't even appeal to me anymore ( Read more... )

Old people + technology = waiting in line.

Also, how many times do I have to tell my dad that I have voice mail, not an answering machine? He's always calling and leaving messages like "pick up the phone," and "quit screening your calls." I can't hear you, Dad.

( You know you've had too much plastic surgery... )