Christ on a crutch, I'm tired. I would never think that body piercing could leave you weary but it does.
I work right by USF, a major university, so each semester I get a new crop of smiling, naive, fresh-from-Mommy-and-Daddy-and-I-want-t-be-different, girlies in to have their bellybutton/tongue pierced.
Granted, they're no different then 70% of the population, but, shhh, don't tell them that -- they're rebelling.
Am I bitching?
Nope.
Pays the bills and then a whole bunch more, but it is tiring.
Veronicas new set rocks the house, way to go!
More Jolene -- where are you hiding??
Time to go naked hula dance.
I work right by USF, a major university, so each semester I get a new crop of smiling, naive, fresh-from-Mommy-and-Daddy-and-I-want-t-be-different, girlies in to have their bellybutton/tongue pierced.
Granted, they're no different then 70% of the population, but, shhh, don't tell them that -- they're rebelling.
Am I bitching?
Nope.
Pays the bills and then a whole bunch more, but it is tiring.
Veronicas new set rocks the house, way to go!
More Jolene -- where are you hiding??
Time to go naked hula dance.
Aw, shucks, thanks you guys.
Missy and O commenting on my measly journal entry is enough to keep me writing vaguely amusing witticisms on an hourly basis, I swear. Of course, the fact that I just huffed turpentine vapors may also have something else to do with my repeated babbling, but I'm not quite sure.
I wonder if other people actually read these journals as avidly as I do?
Does the fact that I'm interested in others lives mean I lack one myself -- or is it simply a basic human need to wonder how others spend their time?
We now return you to your regualrly scheduled Scotty, who thinks it's time to drop potted plants off his balcony at unsuspecting passerbys.
Missy and O commenting on my measly journal entry is enough to keep me writing vaguely amusing witticisms on an hourly basis, I swear. Of course, the fact that I just huffed turpentine vapors may also have something else to do with my repeated babbling, but I'm not quite sure.
I wonder if other people actually read these journals as avidly as I do?
Does the fact that I'm interested in others lives mean I lack one myself -- or is it simply a basic human need to wonder how others spend their time?
We now return you to your regualrly scheduled Scotty, who thinks it's time to drop potted plants off his balcony at unsuspecting passerbys.
Right on! This is the coolest thing I've seen in ages, well, if you don't count when I was at the zoo and there were those two rhinocerous's ... um ... never mind.
I'll go back to drinking my beer now.
I'll go back to drinking my beer now.
