being unemployed is fucking great, i tell you. there's only one problem; i don't know what to do with a weekend!
last night i watched office space with my kitties and then went next door to the commodore for some drink. pretty much the same thing i'd do on a tuesday or wednesday night.
the fraternal order of police called me at 9am and woke me up soliciting donations. i said, "don't my taxes already pay for police? why would i want to donate any money, i'm unemployed, plus i really don't like cops. please don't ever call me again. i'm going back to bed."
but i couldn't sleep after that. i ate breakfast. fried spam sandwiches drenched in buffalo wing sauce with some orange juice to wash it down.
it's fucking 4:30 now and i'm still sitting around in my robe chain-smoking. fuck.
last night i watched office space with my kitties and then went next door to the commodore for some drink. pretty much the same thing i'd do on a tuesday or wednesday night.
the fraternal order of police called me at 9am and woke me up soliciting donations. i said, "don't my taxes already pay for police? why would i want to donate any money, i'm unemployed, plus i really don't like cops. please don't ever call me again. i'm going back to bed."
but i couldn't sleep after that. i ate breakfast. fried spam sandwiches drenched in buffalo wing sauce with some orange juice to wash it down.
it's fucking 4:30 now and i'm still sitting around in my robe chain-smoking. fuck.
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now where's the wang?!
Either that or Friday. But I can't be sure.