That's right boys and girls......i live the hard life....
But holy-fucking-hickory-smoked-horses-arse do i want to get the fuck out of here.
I can't wait to be able to say, "I only have a suitcase and the clothes on my back to my name.." and it be actually true.
Saturday is going to be a thorn up my arse.
As i have a garage sale in the morning, a wedding to photograph, and a bar to tend.
Which means i will probally be wondering around the morning after, like a retarded zombie, wearing nothing but a cigarette, and upsetting small children...
ETD: 2 weeks 3days
even that Saturday
wearing nothing but a cigarette