My dog hates me. Gave him doggy version of a brazilian on Saturday...it's Tuesday...he's still pissed ( Read more... )

That was no crybaby, thinly veiled emo bullshit...I just get a lot of paper cuts at my new job.

At the works...now I understand how all you people have time to internet on the clock. New Year's...that happened. Now that the holidays are behind, it's time for every one to share their resolutions...come on, you know you love a me me. Post them on this entry and give me something to entertain myself with.

Stuff is good, have new job slinging beer with Ollie and still doing The Boxer. Tonight we booze with B.S. Greeley. Entertaining drunken debauchery to ensue.

A real conversation that occurred at work today with Nick Nophsker ( Read more... )

The Battleaxe
Deliberate Brutal Love Master (DBLM)

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I do not wait tables ( Read more... )

This idea was given to me by another livejournaler ( Read more... )

So much for my triumphant return to brunch.  From now on, whenever I tell you I am going to do something, know that I am probably lying.  I spent this weekend working roughly 30 hours on a load in instead of cleaning, unpacking, gorging, etc.  Actually no, that last statement is a lie, for there was certainly gorging.  I know why stage hands are ( Read more... )

Work = bad.  I cannot happily serve the public when I am pissed off.  Pretty sure Andy is not speaking to me, as the last exchange we had was him agreeing that I am a bitch. And that was after I assured everyone in the room that there was nothing wrong with having sex with him (see Daniel's "I laughed so hard...").  Hmm.  I also have a marginally ( Read more... )