Ewww...I hate assholes. Does anyone love them? (I'm talking about assholey PEOPLE, not actual assholes, which obviously everyone loves.)
Grr.
Okay so, Party and I took our golf test today. It was sooooo effing hot out and we sweated our sacks off, but we looked super cute in our pseudo golf gear (I sported emo-ish Penguin while she made American Eagle look hot...can you say "Party, your shorts aren't quite regulation length"?) So yeah, fashion aside, I actually got a couple balls (HA! I said "balls"...) off the ground, we passed the test, and Party finally learned how to drive a golf cart (doy...) so now we can milk our jobs for all they're worth. Which translates into...lots and lots of free golf and half-price beer! Oooh aaah.
Don't get me wrong...I am neither a fan of golf nor baseball, but both allow one to drink excessive amounts of alcohol in the company of super fun friends, and you can also get suntans. Huzzah! More freckles, please.
The b-friend made me happy by scoring me a sweeeeet vintage Kangol at Value Village...won't I look adorable? I heart him so.
Tomorrow I drive the beer cart around and around and around and around all day for the amusement of the drunken men, who may or may not give me money, and then I am off to Guelph for teh fun, followed by the usual painfully stoned and sleepy combo action of the drive home. I could quite possibly meet Gardimus at long last, so I'm going to head out for a jeee-oint now so I can sleep better and Friday will get here faster.
Grr.
Okay so, Party and I took our golf test today. It was sooooo effing hot out and we sweated our sacks off, but we looked super cute in our pseudo golf gear (I sported emo-ish Penguin while she made American Eagle look hot...can you say "Party, your shorts aren't quite regulation length"?) So yeah, fashion aside, I actually got a couple balls (HA! I said "balls"...) off the ground, we passed the test, and Party finally learned how to drive a golf cart (doy...) so now we can milk our jobs for all they're worth. Which translates into...lots and lots of free golf and half-price beer! Oooh aaah.
Don't get me wrong...I am neither a fan of golf nor baseball, but both allow one to drink excessive amounts of alcohol in the company of super fun friends, and you can also get suntans. Huzzah! More freckles, please.
The b-friend made me happy by scoring me a sweeeeet vintage Kangol at Value Village...won't I look adorable? I heart him so.
Tomorrow I drive the beer cart around and around and around and around all day for the amusement of the drunken men, who may or may not give me money, and then I am off to Guelph for teh fun, followed by the usual painfully stoned and sleepy combo action of the drive home. I could quite possibly meet Gardimus at long last, so I'm going to head out for a jeee-oint now so I can sleep better and Friday will get here faster.
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gardimus:
call christophs cell, 831 1012 to meet up with us tonight.
gardimus:
You are really fucking pretty in person. I hope I didn't try too hard tonight and end up looking like an idiot. I was a little nervous around you on account of you being so pretty.