My back started killing me something fierce during work last night. It sucked. But the cute tattooed guy that brings our knives re-sharpened (AKA Knife Guy) happened to be dropping off some cutlery and that was niiiiiice. My manager teased me for checking out his butt even though I was really looking at the ink on his calf. Hey, last time I saw him he was wearing pants so I couldn't see it. He mostly has tribal stuff though, not a fan. It's so unoriginal, especially the 'americanized' kind you get as tat flash.
Anywho. My aunt is driving me insane, I have to work 130 to 9 again and I am so sick of my job and this general area that I reside in.
C'est mon vie.
Anywho. My aunt is driving me insane, I have to work 130 to 9 again and I am so sick of my job and this general area that I reside in.
C'est mon vie.