Seriously, though, y’all. It’s a Christmas miracle that I got cut from work. There’s no way in hell I was going to be able to make it until 3 in the morning. I already feel like I’m knocking on death’s door, and the real fun hadn’t even started. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna down an antibiotic, a couple percocets, and some Alka Selzter cold & sinus.
It might be Christmas day by the time I wake up.
dude we lead the same life. i worked from 9AM till 9:30 PM. it was bullshit. #fuckourlives.
A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. The supermodels, Willy? That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels.
Don’t you love it when your life gets more difficult because other people fuck up? The other barback is fucking useless, so therefore I have to work both jobs again tomorrow because he’s not capable of being the only barback. That means I’m working, between both jobs, 68 hours this week. 56 of those hours coming between Wednesday afternoon and Saturday night. Fucking fantastic.