So fucking cold. All my last few days have been is cold in one degree or another!
I was on a business trip Thursday-Friday to the fine city of Omaha. Luckily I had the foresight to pack my XBox because Omaha did not pique my interest more than sitting in my hotel room staying warm did. Maybe it's just a boring-person streak in me. I don't care. Omaha was fucking cold. I didn't want to go wander around the middle of nowhere, knowing noone, when it was that damn cold.
The training Friday was great. I'm not a salesman, I'm a consultant. I don't have to work the counter, I don't have to answer the fucking phone, and i SURE AS FUCK better stay out of production--all the things I can't stand about Kinkos right now. The next week will be busy but maybe finally a bit more rewarding.
Friday night. YES! Alcohol! Sweet drunkenness! And I didn't sleep alone! WHOO!
Uh-oh, now the guilt. Was it a one-nighter? I'd met the girl before but hadn't talked to her or really flirted with her. It just kinda happened, I think. I think. Was she just using the cliche objections? Were mine just the cliche replies? The truth of the matter is I actually really liked talking to her. But I just don't know . . . I hate one-nighters and I'm not big into one-nighter etiquette. Hell, I have half a mind to call her, even.
Guilt sucks. Did I just use her? Did she use me back? Arrgh, confusion. Not worth worrying about? Probably not.
Goddamn, I'm cold. So fucking cold. Hoodies just aren't helping!
I was on a business trip Thursday-Friday to the fine city of Omaha. Luckily I had the foresight to pack my XBox because Omaha did not pique my interest more than sitting in my hotel room staying warm did. Maybe it's just a boring-person streak in me. I don't care. Omaha was fucking cold. I didn't want to go wander around the middle of nowhere, knowing noone, when it was that damn cold.
The training Friday was great. I'm not a salesman, I'm a consultant. I don't have to work the counter, I don't have to answer the fucking phone, and i SURE AS FUCK better stay out of production--all the things I can't stand about Kinkos right now. The next week will be busy but maybe finally a bit more rewarding.
Friday night. YES! Alcohol! Sweet drunkenness! And I didn't sleep alone! WHOO!
Uh-oh, now the guilt. Was it a one-nighter? I'd met the girl before but hadn't talked to her or really flirted with her. It just kinda happened, I think. I think. Was she just using the cliche objections? Were mine just the cliche replies? The truth of the matter is I actually really liked talking to her. But I just don't know . . . I hate one-nighters and I'm not big into one-nighter etiquette. Hell, I have half a mind to call her, even.
Guilt sucks. Did I just use her? Did she use me back? Arrgh, confusion. Not worth worrying about? Probably not.
Goddamn, I'm cold. So fucking cold. Hoodies just aren't helping!
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KRISS
hm.. chica issues. id ask her if shes cool with things one way or the other.. just to see where she stands.. maybe you (both of yas) could work something out..ya know what i mean.. pursue something! lol or at least have fun in the attempt.
oh yea.. double up on the echo's! catchya lata'z
- J.