Vagfactory.

Full weekend. Special. Good times. Stressful times.

Went over to Terry's on Thursday night, stayed over, woke up and went to work the next morning. Worked 8-5, stopped by the apartment to drop off my last rent money order. For the next month that I'm not even fucking living there. Parked on the street, and on the way to the office, I looked in the carport and saw EVERYTHING I FUCKING OWN IN THERE. I'm talking EV. REE. THING. All my clothes, my dvds, my furniture, entire cd collection, and a bunch of other priceless shit. All outside for anyone to help themselves to. So I dropped the money order off, walked back to my car and brought it around back to grab anything that might be worth stealing. Left Sarah a nice little note. Drove home about 15 mph over the speed limit, death-grip on the steering wheel, teeth clenched with Chimaira blasting. Heh. It's a wonder that I didn't get pulled over. Got home, took a shower, ate some food. Tried my damndest to chill the fuck out. Left eventually to go back to the island. Lots of money blown on gas this weekend. Heh.

Saturday. Woke up at like 9, lazed about a bit, then packed up Napoleon (who left nice drool smears all over my windows, heh) and left to go get smokes in Arlington and then went and did random shit in Marysville until I had to meet with mom and Terry at the apartment to get all my shit. That was fun. Turns out Blue moved in with Sarah. Which is weird, but at least I can get off the lease a whole hell of a lot quicker.

Anyhow. Yeah. Got all my shit, went to this storage place in Smokey Point to rent a unit and move all my shit in. Uneventful. Terry just poked my kidneys a whole lot. For no apparent reason. Heh! After that we decided to make an appearance at John and Jimmy's party. And that... I can't even get into. It was beyond words. There are pictures. AND VIDEOS. They'll be up someday when I can actually afford to get cable set up here. Yep. Started drinking early so I could be sober by the time we had to go. Left around 10-ish, went back to the island, passed the hell out.

This morning. Woke up at 6:54. I was supposed to be at work at 7. HEH! I couldn't even eat an ENGLISH. MUFFIN. So I hauled ass off the island and made it into work at like 7:44. Wewt.

Aaaaand work sucked. I was out on the floor all day long. People were fucking nuts, dropping ice cream cones everywhere. And guess who got to clean it all up? Oh yes. Me. And of course, people don't give a shit that they're not only walking through gooey mess, but they're about to trample the hell out of little old me on my hands and knees cleaning this shit up with paper towels. YAY! Good ol' Canasians on Labor Day weekend.

HEY! MY BIRTHDAY IS ON TUESDAY! I STILL DUNNO WHAT I'M GONNA GO DO!!!!

Okay. I'm getting tired. End.