#3

I don't have anything in particular to say. Just messing around.
What a long couple of days. School starts in a week.
I'm not ready. I can't even figure out the schedule for work between me and the other girls. I think I'm going to have a couple of vacant shifts, which is problematic. I'll figure something out. Just so tired. I slept for three hours yesterday afternoon. I have an ulcer. I'm falling apart, Internet. I think I'll paint my nails to make myself feel better. It relaxes me.

This is a shorts week. I feel it in my nuggets. It's too hot for pants....and sleeves.
.....This blog is such nonsense. Maybe I'll talk about something important later.

#2

Is anyone as hot as I am right now?
The answer: Doubtful
Sweet lord it's hot out. It was 82 degrees inside when I got to work. It rained last night so it should be cooler but it isn't because the weather people are constantly changing the reporting and science of weather so that we as a society cannot rise up and attack them for being so bad at their jobs. Baseball players have better statistics than these guys. Perhaps I shall write a strongly worded letter ALL CAPS regarding my distress.
Anyway....enough of this weather talk.
What up? Got back from R.I./Boston last Friday good times. Drank alot, saw some of Providence and whatever little freakass towns they have outside of there. Mostly stayed in due to the rain. Played Sorry about 15 times, Scrabble, Settlers of Catan, the Name Game

What else...... Uhh...

I don't know what else is going on. Evidently, a man was murdered outside of my business (well, next door to....well, adjacent to). And I have to tell you Internet, I'm concerned. Not only by the fact that a man was beaten to death (because that in and of itself is tragic enough, cause from what I knew he was a cool dude) but that I came to work Sunday and knew nothing of it. I heard it from NO ONE, I saw NO evidence that anything may have happened and the only way I heard about it was one of my ladies (A.k.A. members) told me what had happened.... on Monday- a full day later.
Apparently the NYPD or maybe even some other authority has posted signs saying the situation and what happened but they're minuscule. I didn't even see them...and still haven't. Maybe I'm retarded or maybe they're just weak signs. Who knows. I try to look straight ahead when I walk as to not make eye contact with others.
This is how I get my news, people. Random individuals informing me of segments of the actual events in passing. If it sounds ridiculous to you- it's because it is. My indifference is also a variable I'm not going to play this thing one sided.

This A/C is making my nose stuffy.

Everyone should go see District 9 if you haven't already. It's a really great movie. The style is cool (shot in half documentary style), the story is compelling and engrossing, the action is SICK, Internet. That Peter Jackson knows what he's producin'.

No one's here. I get so bored when this place is empty but then when people are here I just want them to go. What's that all about? It's like my social half battling my hermit half in Thunderdome.
Do you think there's more than one Thunderdome or just the individual one? Like would you have to travel all the way to Australia if you wanted a Battle Royale? Or would each continent have one like a Disney Park?...EuroThunderdome? Doesn't quite roll off the tongue.
Yes, this is what it's like to be in my head...all the time. Pure, concentrated nonsense 24/7 straight from the tap. Not that anyone's actually reading this. Except, like, Yacki. Hi, Yacki.

Okay. I should probably get some form of work done or at least get a sweater cause I'm getting a serious cold.

#1

First blog. Though unnecessary since I will be leaving in a little more than 24 hours out of state. Attempting to do laundry, make dinner, blog and watch "Lars and the Real Girl" at the same time is proving to be more challenging then I thought. But I'll manage. I always do. Time to put stuff in the dryer.