Today began with my friend calling me at seven in the morning...bitch. She called to ask if I was hungover. She was drinking with me last night and she knew I was hungover.
After I got going I went to the skin doctor to have a few moles checked out. (I went to have it checked because my mom has a friend that has cancer all over her body that stemmed from a cancerous mole. She never got it checked because she is one of those nutty chritian scientist folks. I don't want to chance it so I got the damn mole looked at.) My moles were fine.
Following my doctor visit I pressure washed sidewalks in some yuppy ass neighborhood. My buddy runs a window washing/pressure washing business and he needed help so I agreed to wash the sidewalks. If I ever see another pressure washer I'm gonna puke. I now have a great appreciation for clean sidewalks and an even bigger disdain for yuppies and their fucking pink polo shirts.
After I got going I went to the skin doctor to have a few moles checked out. (I went to have it checked because my mom has a friend that has cancer all over her body that stemmed from a cancerous mole. She never got it checked because she is one of those nutty chritian scientist folks. I don't want to chance it so I got the damn mole looked at.) My moles were fine.
Following my doctor visit I pressure washed sidewalks in some yuppy ass neighborhood. My buddy runs a window washing/pressure washing business and he needed help so I agreed to wash the sidewalks. If I ever see another pressure washer I'm gonna puke. I now have a great appreciation for clean sidewalks and an even bigger disdain for yuppies and their fucking pink polo shirts.