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Bed Wetting Sex Club Bandit!
Feb. 26th, 2006 01:00 amWell today was interesting to say the least. It wasn't bad until I actually had to go into work though.
Let's see I don't think I actually got to sleep until around 3:30 or so, which isn't too bad considering the times that I've been getting to bed. I got up this morning for something and I can't even remember what it was. Meh, oh well. At any rate I went back to bed and only intended to sleep for a little while, that didn't quite work out the way that I planned for it to. So I ended up sleeping until about 11ish and then mum needed help with her recording equipment and with making a copy of her stop smoking cd. Instead of being a good little patient and just relaxing I feel asleep again. Nice. Not like I need to quit smoking any way.
So then I had to take Steff to the bank, drop off the CD and get comics. Yay for comics. They were putting up the prop sign for the film they're shooting tomorrow and I was highly amused when the guy on the roof said 'Bollocks!' Yes, this is how easily amused I am when I feel like Jesus...erm, I mean a zombie. Got some books and then headed up to Beth's to do some painting in that back room of hers. Then I came home, took a shower and went to work.
We're not even going to get into work because I already know that I'm boring you all. =D Let's just say it sucked and the highlight of my night was being snotty to a woman. Although, I realized that I am an opportunist at work and I think that one of my coworkers didn't appreciate that tonight. I really dislike having to be on register anymore, but I do it because it's my job. If I don't stay on to help you it's usually because I'm doing something to make sure that I get out on time. It's not because I don't want you to leave when you are supposed to, it's because I'm thinking about myself. Do I really care whether you get out on time? No, not really. At any rate I think I'm going to go read me some comics and make some food. So I will leave you with some wisdom for the night:
Your face is gay. Ravers will eat your face and if they don't Christopher Walken will. This will all happen right after the Jesus zombie crosses your path and says 'Graaaaaace' or 'Craaaaaackers'. Tomorrow you should avoid church to keep your gay from being eaten. Unless you would like to have your gay eaten, in which case you are sick sick sick. Gay and sick.
The. End. Shut. Up.
Let's see I don't think I actually got to sleep until around 3:30 or so, which isn't too bad considering the times that I've been getting to bed. I got up this morning for something and I can't even remember what it was. Meh, oh well. At any rate I went back to bed and only intended to sleep for a little while, that didn't quite work out the way that I planned for it to. So I ended up sleeping until about 11ish and then mum needed help with her recording equipment and with making a copy of her stop smoking cd. Instead of being a good little patient and just relaxing I feel asleep again. Nice. Not like I need to quit smoking any way.
So then I had to take Steff to the bank, drop off the CD and get comics. Yay for comics. They were putting up the prop sign for the film they're shooting tomorrow and I was highly amused when the guy on the roof said 'Bollocks!' Yes, this is how easily amused I am when I feel like Jesus...erm, I mean a zombie. Got some books and then headed up to Beth's to do some painting in that back room of hers. Then I came home, took a shower and went to work.
We're not even going to get into work because I already know that I'm boring you all. =D Let's just say it sucked and the highlight of my night was being snotty to a woman. Although, I realized that I am an opportunist at work and I think that one of my coworkers didn't appreciate that tonight. I really dislike having to be on register anymore, but I do it because it's my job. If I don't stay on to help you it's usually because I'm doing something to make sure that I get out on time. It's not because I don't want you to leave when you are supposed to, it's because I'm thinking about myself. Do I really care whether you get out on time? No, not really. At any rate I think I'm going to go read me some comics and make some food. So I will leave you with some wisdom for the night:
Your face is gay. Ravers will eat your face and if they don't Christopher Walken will. This will all happen right after the Jesus zombie crosses your path and says 'Graaaaaace' or 'Craaaaaackers'. Tomorrow you should avoid church to keep your gay from being eaten. Unless you would like to have your gay eaten, in which case you are sick sick sick. Gay and sick.
The. End. Shut. Up.
