STILL. NO. CD. GODDAMNIT!!! It had better fucking be here tomorrow or I'm going to serially rape small childreen. YES. I TYPED "CHILDREEN".
Good work. Yaywork. The higher-ups brought in a stock manager from some Guess store in California to help us reorganize our shit. And it was good. And he was impressed by our hard work. Heh. We rock ass, what can I say?
Almost had to work tomorrow. But luckily they decided against it. Phew. We've got the Comcast shit anywhere between 8 and noon tomorrow, and I think mom was gonna stop by for some reason after she got off work. I don't exactly remember. Sooooo. Tonight I have GOT to bleach my fucking roots. Really. And I wanna drink, but I am teh poor. Sadface.
Umm... moo.
No comments:
Post a Comment