well whoopty doo and a pile of poo.
that statement sounds sarcastic, but it's really not. i'm enjoying life up here, even though i miss xandie. i started at the aj spurs in grover beach tonight. jeremy said to come in and he'd show me around, didn't even hint that i would be working tonight, so i just wore a white shirt and baggy jeans. when i got there he was like, so are you ready to work? i said fuck jeremy, you didn't say anything about working _tonight_, but he said, you misinterpreted me, so i was like, well jesus h christ, i guess i can. and so began the ordeal of filling out 137 pieces of paperwork before i could start working, but it didn't actually take that long. so he showed me around and told me the table numbers and showed me where to get my apron and stuff, and it was back into the old habits of bussing. it was a pretty slow night, and there was only one other busser, so i made $19 in tips, which was pretty good for how fucking dead it was. the bussers there don't roll silverware, which is nice, cuz toward the end of my career at the buellton aj's, we were rolling for like 3 hours a night. so hopefully this won't interfere with school too much, and now i'll have some much-needed spending money on the weekends. god it feels nice to have money in my pocket again...i missed that for the four months i wasn't working. now i don't have to feel bad about taking my dad's last twenty every week.
squatch, you're a little bitch for not being in poc-town when you said you would. i expect some good times this weekend, you fucking forest faggot.
ricky, you're a little bitch for inviting me over for a party, then falling asleep.
tito, you're a little bitch for telling me to come over and chill, then falling asleep.
everyone, WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!
that is all.
song of the post: michael jackson - billy jean (i don't care if he molests little boys while they're asleep in his bed or dangles his baby over a balcony in front of the press or looks like a decaying albino monkey mutant, he made some good songs.)
that statement sounds sarcastic, but it's really not. i'm enjoying life up here, even though i miss xandie. i started at the aj spurs in grover beach tonight. jeremy said to come in and he'd show me around, didn't even hint that i would be working tonight, so i just wore a white shirt and baggy jeans. when i got there he was like, so are you ready to work? i said fuck jeremy, you didn't say anything about working _tonight_, but he said, you misinterpreted me, so i was like, well jesus h christ, i guess i can. and so began the ordeal of filling out 137 pieces of paperwork before i could start working, but it didn't actually take that long. so he showed me around and told me the table numbers and showed me where to get my apron and stuff, and it was back into the old habits of bussing. it was a pretty slow night, and there was only one other busser, so i made $19 in tips, which was pretty good for how fucking dead it was. the bussers there don't roll silverware, which is nice, cuz toward the end of my career at the buellton aj's, we were rolling for like 3 hours a night. so hopefully this won't interfere with school too much, and now i'll have some much-needed spending money on the weekends. god it feels nice to have money in my pocket again...i missed that for the four months i wasn't working. now i don't have to feel bad about taking my dad's last twenty every week.
squatch, you're a little bitch for not being in poc-town when you said you would. i expect some good times this weekend, you fucking forest faggot.
ricky, you're a little bitch for inviting me over for a party, then falling asleep.
tito, you're a little bitch for telling me to come over and chill, then falling asleep.
everyone, WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!
that is all.
song of the post: michael jackson - billy jean (i don't care if he molests little boys while they're asleep in his bed or dangles his baby over a balcony in front of the press or looks like a decaying albino monkey mutant, he made some good songs.)
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