Oh gosh darnit. My boss just called me saying she wants me to fax her a list of things I did everyday at the end of my shift. Does that mean she knows I sit in the office of the coffee shop all day and dick off? Or does she just want to make a note of everything? I dunno, either way, I’m stuck elaborating simple tasks like, “entered daily sales from yesterday into computer” longer so it looks like I do more work than I actually do. I know the majority of the folks on here actually have real jobs where they do meaningful things every day, and actually work hard for their money. You probably all went to college and learned how to formally do shit. Yeah well I didn’t. And I don’t care. I work at a coffee shop so I don’t have to wake up everyday and have your life. I don’t have to be at work on time. And it makes me pissed off now that I actually have to work. HA.
So far today I’ve been online frequenting my favorite websites. I logged onto roommates.com and spoke some via interweb with my possible future roommate of three months from Memphis. She says her house was built 100 years ago, and that I don’t have to park my car on the street. I can park it in the DRIVEWAY. WOO!! That rules. After three years of parking tickets on Park Avenue in Baltimore it’ll be nice to have a break and park in a driveway. She also assured me that the house is a block from the Young Avenue Deli, and three from the Two Way Inn. Both were my favorite bars in Memphis when I vistited last summer. Both will be the eventual downfall and final proof of my alcoholism and I can’t wait for it all to begin. Then I checked out the Lucero and ALL message boards that I watch. Nothin’ new there. Oh then Livejournal. My favorite way to find out what’s up with people I am not really friends with anymore. A great way to comment on their journals as if to remind them I’m still hangin’ on, and that we’re still friends. Sure. Right. If I cared dudes, I’d call ya. That’s what’s up. So anyway, point be made that this all took about 2 hours of my time. And the whole while I’m listening to my new favorite band, The Mushuganas. I did laundry at a friends house the other night and when I got home this cd was in my pile of laundry under some jeans and underwear. I called him and asked him why he left it in my basket and to tell him that I think this band is my new favorite band ever. He said, “Oh I was giving that to you to give back to Kara, I borrowed it from her, it’s this shitty pop punk band I love. I thought you’d hate it.” FUCK NO! This thing rules. And so does Kara. Not that I ever doubt her awesomeness but she never ceases to amaze me. For the record I’d just like to say that she is the best, and when I leave to hang out in Memphis for three months, I’ll miss her the most. So anyway back to this awesome band. When you open up the cd, on the insert there’s some lyrics and a note that says “The Mushuganas broke up. Write to our fan club: 826 Easy St. Nowheresville, USA 00000.” Here’s my favorite song on this record, it’s called “Everyone” and goes: “Sick of trying to talk to people who don’t care. Tired of people pretending I’m not there. Sick of making stupid small talk. When I see anybody I’ll turn around and walk. I’m not fucking kidding. I don’t wanna talk to no one, I don’t wanna be by any body. I hate everyone. Fuck hanging around people and being known. I’d rather listen to the T.V at home. Tired of constantly being nervous. What I really need from everybody is a rest!” It totally sounds like something I listened to in middle school, and once again reminded me that I am still mentally and almost everything but physically the same person I was in 7th grade. It’s just that someone gave me a job, and I didn’t need a work permit first! WOAH!
So anyway I wasted another hour walking to the skate shop down the street from work to buy new wheels for my board. I got back to work and noted on my fax sheet of things I did today. I said “Reviewed cleaning checklist in front. Made sure all morning shifts completed tasks, assigned inventory to Jerrod.” Yeah, that’s the ticket. I tapped it out with some “filed paperwork and invoices”. They’ll neeeeeveeerr knowww.
I guess I’ll go drink some coffee and file my nails then go home and sleep for a while before I go to the old man bar in Parkville to drink 75 cent Yuenglings and eat corn nuggets. Man, my life is HARD. Next time I hear about you other Killoggers complaining that you have work to do, or your job is hard, think about me ok? It can’t get harder than this.
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IN NO WAY IS THE SPANISH MOON OFFERING FREE DRINKS
However, if you are a killogger, and you make it out to the show, I'll buy you one (1) drink. If you desire anonymity because you are embarrassed to be associated with me, I can't offer you that, but only a pussy would pass up a free beer for that reason. You're not a pussy, are you?
A 9th grade girl who has been coming into my guitar store for about 2 years said today that she has been suspended twice for dress code violations. She said that her pyramid spikes are worn by several other students but i am sure these kids are a little more hot topic looking clean cut where this girl is a real punk the main problemis patches and holes in clothes blah blah etc etc
It's basically a Degrassi Jr High episode The gir'ls mom doesn't support her
WHAT DO I DO
Do i just tell her to report the school ( High Point High School ) to the ACLU?
Advice please
Tomorrow is the grand opening of the fetal pigs in my Bio. II lab class. I carved a fetal pig in high school which I eventually began affectionately referring to as "Clementine." I would like to name this pig as well, but I'm at a loss for a good name. I know I can't truly name my pig until I get to know him or her a bit better, but I need to start brainstorming possibilities. What are some good fetal pig names, Killoggs?
I'm so excited to get cutting that I can barely get to bed. I hope I get a two-headed pig, or one with a deformed heart or missing brain! Yay!!!
