2 customers in and I'm making fridge plans.
Fridge plans!!

I hate maths, hand writing and monotonous tasks.
This thing involves all three!

God. Fucking. Damnit.

That shift sucked balls.
The pub was, and still is, dead.
Not even full capacity until 1am.
Not good, not good at all.

Ah well.
I still get paid if there's 1 fucker in :]

My two new gourami's keep spiralling each other, kinda like the usual symbol for Pisces.
This makes me smile.
I kind of wish I knew what gender they were, so I knew if it was courting, or fighting.

I really should go to bed.
But my bed is terribly lonely lately "/
How sad is that?

To nap before the night shift.
Or not to nap before the night shift.
Oh how very mundaine.
But still damn important to my odd world.
If I nap, I may not sleep right after and I'm opening up tomorrow and would like a little sleep.
But what if I'm groggy?
I don't have a till or calculator for the money, I may make a mistake.
Hmmm.

Redbull isn't an option. I'm still trying to kick my 10 can a day habit that made my heart twitch.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Life is so hard.
I have this job, where I work every day, I mean, how do I have time to masturbate over how hard my life is when I'm earning a living?
Gosh its too much to bare.
I have to talk to strangers like, every day because of work and I just can't handle it anymore.
Juggling a social life and a work life and let's not even get started on my relationship.
I mean, having someone else to think of in my life.
Its all too much for me.

Lolz.

So, another Friday, another night out.
Me staggering around with one boss telling me to go to bed, the other forcing jager bombs down my neck.
Good times.

Let's hope I don't end up attached to some random guy this week, well not in the mood for drunken molestation.

On a side note.
I'm freakishly horny.

Russ is buying me a tattoo for my birthday :]
Well, paying for one of mine :p
What to get, what to get......hmmm.

There isn't enough nudity on this site.
It makes my penis sad.

I've gotten drunk at work, again.
I should cut this crap out.
Surely I'll get fired or some shit.
Well, I work a bar, so its not like it isn't expected that the staff are a little tipsy.

I'm tired, I miss Russ, and that dude is fucking me off so bad.

Ugh, stop leeching onto Dimbles, she's said no, and no chance.
We've all told you.
Stop crying too, you're the only straight dude that works here, and you spend more time crying than a bitch winning an Oscar.
Fuck.

So I took the darling other half to see the parentals this weekend.
It went well!
We spent Valentines day drunk and making out :]

Ah good times.

Anywhore, I've decided my life is shit.
My own doing, but its shit.
So it's time for a change.
I've applied to a million new jobs, and have set in motion the course for a more money filled life.
Hopefully.

Also, where has the girl gone who wrote all the diaries for her master?
I loved her, she was my anti-drug.

So, seeing as everyone seems to be ranting over Valentines day being the bastard child of Satan or whatever. I, quite enjoy it.
It's a day for telling those you love, you love them.
This doesn't have to be people who're sucking your dick.
It can be friends, family, work colleagues.
Anyone you love.
So fuck it, if you're single.
Go out this v
Valentines day, buy your best friend some roses.
Go see your Grandparents.
Anything.
Just share the love that is meant to be shared this Valentines day :]

I want Chris Cunningham's babies.
My Nan is on Facebook and lists her favourite music as Slipknot.
I'm going back to college next week.
FUCK! IN TWO DAYS!
I need to start remembering shit.
The 'photography' section of the local newspaper offends me.
They wouldn't know an arty photograph is Nick Knight sent his stuff to them.
Dickheads.

"**edit, I'm gonna get you after work, I am going to rape you"
"Darling, what you concider rape, would be foreplay to me and do you, really, want to get me excited?"

**edit= my real name, no you can't have it, go away.

Also, what I heard at work today.

After being told to shave my facial fuzz, I won't lie to myself, it's not hair, and cut my hair off because it's ugly.

I'm sorry, but you appear to be missing all of your teeth.
Your arguement is invalid.

Also, why do people go to me "God, I need a haircut" when they barely have 2 inches of hair?
Do they realise my hair is to my armpits? Or does my hair remind them, their hair is long.

I'm gonna go to work with extentions in, see what happens then.
I'd get fired.
That's what'd happen.

Well, not fired.
Sent home.
To upstairs.
....and told to behave, or no Christmas party for me.




/sigh

Who the crap has a pet chimp anyway?
So MJ circa 1980's.

I thought micro pigs were in now?

Seriously, I hate straight cock teases. Yeah, just make out with me for half an hour then tell me its going no farther. That's fair. Also, so, so drunk right now. Blurgh.

Our manager has the Bosses in her ass about how lazy she is, so she's taking it out on the rest of the staff.
She's fucked them all over by cancelling Halloween for the 1st of November (When everyone could go out and have fun, as it's a Sunday) and made it the 31st of October instead. Yeah, I realise that's when Halloween IS but, having it on Saturday means everyone is stuck behind the bar.
Except me, I booked it off months ago.

She's just getting angry she can't play with us anymore, you know, because she decided to take on a harder job, with more hours, and just keeps moaning about how much she has to do.
I'd kill for better pay, more hours, more responsibility and over that, respect from the Bosses.
Well, she's managed to lose all the respect we had for her. All of us hate her now.

AND she's STILL fucking lazy!

I bought new beautiful shoes.
Black patent and grey, with such wonderfully thick soles (makes me taller)
But oh god, they hurt so much!
I almost cried walking in them.