Damnit you two are turning my journal into a house of perversion! And... I love it! XD
(Like I need the encouragement really)
*strikes a remarkably innocent pose*
(Note to self - stop watching Zoolander! This does not help your mental state! You are
not bullemic! You
cannot read other people's minds! Ahaha... *** that cracked me up! 0_0 Watch the movie then judge me...)
*watches a tumbleweed roll by*
Yeah...
Now on to the serious stuff I'm supposing...?
Well, work sucked tonight. I got super-stressed. We have the new owners coming in to train from the ground up and not only is his presence making everyone nervous it's distracting... things that usually flow like relative clockwork are ******** up - I was so close to snapping at my boss (head chef) tonight I literally had to snap my mouth shut and walk away - I was shaking. ***** ****** me off to tears - her screw ups make me look bad - and in front of the new boss too, no less. Grr. But to that end I did pretty well I think. Did the work of 3 people as opposed to her 1... (that is I did Enchi's, Entrees and Deserts... and she did Grill, period - like D'uh!) *swears underbreath every swearword in her rather extensive vocabulary*
Whew! Well... I came home and had a bourbon. Feel better now. Yay for the deathe of a few billion braincells!
(Imagines them as aemobas all lined up with red-?? blindfolds all standing en masse infront of a Mexican-?!? firing squad)
That's it - no more alcohol for me already! *looks at empty bottle* ****. Well, back to hot chocolate again I guess... *groan* Nice mix huh? No ownder my stomach's making weird noises all the time... 0_o
Uh hu. Let's leave the conversation about musical bodily functions for another point in time, sound good? Coolaide.
Okay... well other than that nothing else too exciting. Have a house inspection next week *gasp!* Considering this place which I currently call my home is on the market I'm a little... anxious at the moment. Geez. And the fact we have absolutely NO job stability at work with the handover it's no wonder I'm not sleeping neither... at least (technically) I'm doing a lot in the way of writing, so that's constructive if nothing else! I swear if it weren't for this place (LPF) and you lot (LPFers) I'd be DEAD! 0_o
Uh hu. That's heavy. Thanks. Gonna talk about something else now.
Um. My cat scratched me. ******. But yeah... I can still type with 3 fingers instead of 4 - XD
And... I don't know what else to talk about. Except I have a friend coming over in the morning for our weekly ***** session. *** I love those. Never understood them as a kid but now I'm the one doing the 'let's gripe about whatever annoys us about everything/anyone in general' thing over coffee etc I'm all for it! Yay for *****-sessions!
Okay - gonna head off now. ****'s numb. That's what I get for sitting on the floor as winter approaches on my drunken *** staring at a tiny computer screen for hours on end - meh. Cest la Bourdie, I mean, Vie. Hehe.
0_o
*flying tackle sumo cockroach ant hill, lets say whatever other random word comes to mind here, pasta sock turret ladel film reel thought hugs to all... or no one... see if I care...* XD
*does the whole 'Donkey' from Shrek (the movie) rolling around on his back laughing hysterically laugh - and rather convincingly for a white chick from down under... yeah... think about it*
Oh, the humanity! -Thanks for your patience-
~Rav