Work was weird today. The first half of the day went by really effing fast, but when it hit around 3-ish, it got sloooooowwww as fuck. And I got sleepy. Gross.
"Uh-oh. You're making your 'Guess' face."-Angel
I hatehatehate mid shifts. So much. They just effing drag.
Terry called as I was driving over here (Gramma's). Which was weird. So we're on speaking terms again. Heh. That's good, I guess. If I don't figure out what I'm doing tomorrow, I guess we'll go bar-hopping or something. I knowI'llget plenty of free drinks. HEH. 'Cause seriously. I'ma look like the biggest whore ever.
So tonight. Finish the tutu thing and garters. Figure out what I'm gonna do with my hair and makeup. Eat schpunkin schpie. MMMMMM!!!! *rubs belly in a circular motion* (Yeah, had to throw a bit of Terry in there. As much as I hate to admit it, I do miss his nonsense.) Go home, shower, sleep.
Tomorrow. Pick up tiny paycheck from work. Cash it (EWWWW. I can't wait until my direct deposit kicks in). Come back over here, eat foodz, figure out what I'm doing for the evening.
Wewt.
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