there's nothin' that a 100 men or more will ever do.......
guys, i can't get Toto out of my head. this can only mean a few things. well, one thing. i'm going to have to go out there and purchase some kind of toto greatest hits cd. that's insane. the driving force though is out of this world. i can't stop thinking about it. i really can't.
how bout the new look though? i mean. it's something.
yea, so. this weekend looks pretty full. hopefully it will stop raining because i hate rain. i think i'm allergic to it. in the whole, I'm A Lot Like Sugar way. how do i bathe? the water in my apartment is MAGICAL. back to the upcoming weekend.......the plans are as such: working tonight til whenever 1st cut happens (let's keep our pubes crossed that it's by 9 pm), going with my bestest fake pretend boyfriend to see some bands that i can't remember because i have a hard time supporting musicians that aren't world-known. and i will not pay that $10 cover! no way! that's all for tonight. but i need to try and be mindful of how much alcohol i consume since i need to try and wake up early birdy to help my friend maria move from her "Flat" into her new-to-her house. she's saying 8, i'm hoping to get there before 10. so there's that for the fun of saturday.......luckily, it'll all be given back to me in the form of HBO PPV boxing action. the pay per view part isn't that fun, BUT, it's totally worth it since it's the Roy Jones, Jr./Antonio Tarver REMATCH. i can't wait to watch my boyfriend take that stupid shit-talker down down down to glix. it's gonna be awesome. and then i'm sure i'll drink..........and on sunday, it's brunch with some bitches at 1 pm (SHARP!) and i need to purchase a few things as well.
1. toto cd
2. one of those powerful, but quiet, circular fans that rocks my world
3. some toiletries (what a sick word)
4. a local grocer should be visited
5. take that $10 camera from walgreens to walgreens and have them develop the film (i pay) and they return the camera BACK to me with film loaded in - let's see how shit quality the pics are
that's really all i can handle. i should be a really good girl and pay a few bill$ too. it'd be hella if i could actually just do nothing, but then i'd be a totally different girl.
last night at my moonlighting job, some chode asked me "so, what is it that you do?" as if me sitting at some desk is confusing. dudes, i host. i went into this whole jackass spiel saying, "well, i take people to their tables, should they desire to have dinner here, i direct people to all kinds of places in this ginormous building, i take keg reservations, i get said kegs, i answer the phones, i help "you" find your shirt or whatever gay retail item you want to buy just for the halibut, i answer stupid motherfuckers like you questions all the live long day......." okay. that's not exactly what i said, there was no cussing, but it is what i said. it was retarded. it's like the sketchmeisters of the 314 get together, decide they should try out the local microbrewery downtown before they go to catch the Cardinals lose or win and then act all disappointed when we don't have Bud Light. fucks. one good thing though was that the special appetizer was potato skins! alright! usually it's some kind of nothing and the specials are generally "Entree," "Salad" and "Soup of the Day." special treat from the new sous chef. potato skins are oh so chic. whatever. bacon's involved, how bad can it be? they weren't bad at all. i hate working 2 jobs.
i need to french a boy real soon.
how bout the new look though? i mean. it's something.
yea, so. this weekend looks pretty full. hopefully it will stop raining because i hate rain. i think i'm allergic to it. in the whole, I'm A Lot Like Sugar way. how do i bathe? the water in my apartment is MAGICAL. back to the upcoming weekend.......the plans are as such: working tonight til whenever 1st cut happens (let's keep our pubes crossed that it's by 9 pm), going with my bestest fake pretend boyfriend to see some bands that i can't remember because i have a hard time supporting musicians that aren't world-known. and i will not pay that $10 cover! no way! that's all for tonight. but i need to try and be mindful of how much alcohol i consume since i need to try and wake up early birdy to help my friend maria move from her "Flat" into her new-to-her house. she's saying 8, i'm hoping to get there before 10. so there's that for the fun of saturday.......luckily, it'll all be given back to me in the form of HBO PPV boxing action. the pay per view part isn't that fun, BUT, it's totally worth it since it's the Roy Jones, Jr./Antonio Tarver REMATCH. i can't wait to watch my boyfriend take that stupid shit-talker down down down to glix. it's gonna be awesome. and then i'm sure i'll drink..........and on sunday, it's brunch with some bitches at 1 pm (SHARP!) and i need to purchase a few things as well.
1. toto cd
2. one of those powerful, but quiet, circular fans that rocks my world
3. some toiletries (what a sick word)
4. a local grocer should be visited
5. take that $10 camera from walgreens to walgreens and have them develop the film (i pay) and they return the camera BACK to me with film loaded in - let's see how shit quality the pics are
that's really all i can handle. i should be a really good girl and pay a few bill$ too. it'd be hella if i could actually just do nothing, but then i'd be a totally different girl.
last night at my moonlighting job, some chode asked me "so, what is it that you do?" as if me sitting at some desk is confusing. dudes, i host. i went into this whole jackass spiel saying, "well, i take people to their tables, should they desire to have dinner here, i direct people to all kinds of places in this ginormous building, i take keg reservations, i get said kegs, i answer the phones, i help "you" find your shirt or whatever gay retail item you want to buy just for the halibut, i answer stupid motherfuckers like you questions all the live long day......." okay. that's not exactly what i said, there was no cussing, but it is what i said. it was retarded. it's like the sketchmeisters of the 314 get together, decide they should try out the local microbrewery downtown before they go to catch the Cardinals lose or win and then act all disappointed when we don't have Bud Light. fucks. one good thing though was that the special appetizer was potato skins! alright! usually it's some kind of nothing and the specials are generally "Entree," "Salad" and "Soup of the Day." special treat from the new sous chef. potato skins are oh so chic. whatever. bacon's involved, how bad can it be? they weren't bad at all. i hate working 2 jobs.
i need to french a boy real soon.
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