8.14.2006
Bah!
Yesterday. At work. Ran some dirty construction workers clothes through the housekeeping laundry. Made some grocery money. Hey, there are much worse things to do with dirty construction workers in order to eat. Things that pay better. So shut it down. School starts. Next week. Panic attack please stay at a low level. If you would please check in on me occassionally over the next four months it would be appreciated. Not much time for me to come up for air. Make sure I'm coping relatively well. Limiting the consumption of vodka to one night a week. Tuesday. Come over any Tuesday night and there is likely to be vodka. No food in the house, but vodka. You're welcome to some. Hey, I know. We'll do it like a food drive...bring a grocery item get a shot of vodka. Sound good?
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mom's kitchen is always open. If you can find it in the fridge and it doesn't have dad's name on it, its free game! Love ya
Um, I'm at your house now and there isn't shit to eat. What's up with that? Come over next week and I'll cook you dinner. OK?
I laughed at the exchange between you and your mom.
I'm totally sending awesome school-starting vibes your way. I hope things are going well. You're thought of very, very often. I hope to see you sometime..sometime soon. relatively..
There was some shit in the litter box if you were looking for shit to eat! Hey, there was a pizza on my stove that somebody ate half of it and I proceeded to eat the rest of it! Does it need to be Tuesday? Because I don't want any vodka!!
Now that I'm minus one gall bladder, we're cooking up some good shit at this house. Can you say cheesecake? Cheesecake. That's right, I thought you could.
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