tehgril

I went all the way out to the perimeter this morning to see Doc, and all he had to say was "Looks good," and sent me back home. Now Terry and I are going to the school gym and I feel/look like shit, because of lack of sleep and the years that freeway driving took off my life. Talking to Eddie was a gas, though, as usual.

Me: That's why I'll make money. I'm sweet.
Eddie: and sassy. they'll be like, oh man she's got moxie. you'll be like, shut up and pay me
Me: And I'll be like, define moxie
Eddie: lmao and they can't.
Me: They sure can't
Eddie: :0 woah there was a moxie soda.
Me: Still is. They have a festival. With a queen and everything
Eddie: they can make you their queen.
Me: And they'll be like "You define it" And I'll be like "It's a soda. I'm their queen." And they'll be like "Can I talk to your manager?"
Eddie: rofl