|Current mood:|| amused|
|Current music:||The Sounds of Soul Caliburn II|
Today is the last day I work for a while. I leave for school sunday, so the temptation to do absolutely nothing is a little too high for my own liking. Thought I could take a few days of rest, not do anything, stay away from drama, but hell, I'm 20, drama surrounds. Of course, it's even better when it's Gay drama... I might as well be a fag hag, sans the part about dating gay guys. Of course, when your significant other accuses you, then it gets funny.
Dan: Gwen, are you a fag hag now?
Gwen: Only if you're Gay.
Dan: Oh yeah, huh.
Harley Davidson has it's 100 year anniversary. The festivities start today. I work in a bloody gas station. Ever wonder what harley riders drink? So far they seem akin to Miller Light. I don't get it, I don't wanna get it. Miller Products for all. I'm not a big fan of spending 45 minutes every four hours puting together six packs. I dunno, but it's not my cup of tea. Course, The parade is prolly not going down my road which blows ass in my mind. I mean, if I'm gonna supply your booze, I wanna see a couple hundred thousand bikes go by dammit.
I need to take a shower.
Yeah, that's a definate yes, I need to bathe. Or else I'm gonna pass the fuck back out and that will be the end of this attempt to wake up and get ready for work.
Amazing how natural it feels to convince a young homosexual male that playing his crush after the kid did something bad is a wrongful action because of the emotional consequences, not to mention the fact that even though the campus has 12000 people, it's still only got 12 thousand people and shit spreds. Oi. I'm done for now I think.