HAH! Four day weekend coupled with 30 hours of overtime paycheck!!!
Actually I don't have much to do. The T-shirts are done and will be shipped on friday and I don't have school again until February.
Now what?
Actually I don't have much to do. The T-shirts are done and will be shipped on friday and I don't have school again until February.
Now what?
So here I am thinking everything is getting back to where it was with my "soulmate" and I "working things out". Then I find out that, Friday night, she got a hotel room with some guy. Then she has the audacity to ask me to help her move all her stuff from storage into my house, and like an idiot I do. This was before I found out about the hotel. Saturday night she calls me up, drunk as fuck, saying she can't drive and all this other jibba-jabba so I foolishly go pick her up from the "gay" bar she was at with her "gay" friends. I get there and she spills her purse on me and lo and behold there is the receipt from the hotel with check out times license plate numbers and everything I need to know. Not to mention the e-mail she left open on the computer from the guy saying some shit like " last night was soo hot, don't you agree?". This I found when I got home.Guess what I did Friday night. I played fucking Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. I should have just let her go in the first place but like a close friend who I spent a all too brief amount of time with once told me " Damn, J. You're such an emo-fag". To wich I responded " Yeah, but at least I'm not the one with an emo-fag's dick in her mouth".
Friends, HAH! Who needs them?
No, seriously, who needs them? Bcause, because I do.
bored + lonely = not fun
No, seriously, who needs them? Bcause, because I do.
bored + lonely = not fun
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. I mean, I assume it would feel good but the closest I could come is to get the new GTA but I don't have that yet.
