I was at the mercy of the gay world this weekend, but I survived. I survived the exposed buttholes, more lesbians than Lesbos, being drunk from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m., constant eye fucking and the BO pungent herd of sleeveless gay men. A homeless man did make out with my neck, however. It was the best I've had in awhile.
Speaking of getting some, I didn't, this guy I used to date a couple of years back (Cute as fuck, I think) wants my nuts again. He kissed me on Saturday night, after I ate a delicious hot dog. Sucks for him, but tasty for me. But YEAH, I don't know what to think of it. I have someone I care about, and dating wasn't really in my agenda for the summer. At least it will be a free burrito when he buys me dinner? He works his ass off and he does crew, so he gets some kudos points for that. PLUS, he's a huge fucking nerd. But bleh, I'm good. I'M GOOD. Not to say I'm saving myself, but just don't have the drive to open myself up to someone new (Well, old I guess) right now.
Okay, so I love my job in every way possibly. If it were a stuffed animal, it would be my favorite. AND my boss is a fox:
Posting her picture isn't creepy, right? RIGHT? CONFIRMATION, PLEASE?!
Anyway, she's super sweet and compliments me every chance she gets. That's something about the job I don't really get, they think I'm this hard worker. Am I? Hard to say, I have a very short attention span. Cheese. Twice last week, there were parties where people got drunk... In the middle of the day. Like Josh said, this place sounds like a cult.
Did anyone else here about that woman in England who went missing 42 years ago and no one bothered to file a missing person's report? Well, they found her skeleton in front of the T.V. with a cup of tea from the 1960's. Could you imagine? I think it kind of sounds fun, at least your corpse is entertained.
If you haven't check out the new Bond trailer, do it.
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