so yeah, i’m working an unholy amount of hours at the bookstore, ya dig? and it’s making life uber special and such. had to work all weekend and labor day too.
woo and yay. only like, not. then again, i shouldn’t bitch too much…i *did* get paid overtime for the whole thing…so that’s good, right? yeah.
i’m trying to think of shit that i missed out on updating about and whatnot and it’s all one big smear of days i’ve been slinging books to meatbags at the bookstore. oh yeah, B.B. King is still my future baby daddy, and the sweatpants boners rule. i bought their cd, OKAY COMPUTER, and got robby roadsteamer to sign it for me. “sign my fuckin’ CD,” i said. and he did. when he asked who to make it out to, i said “your mom.” and so he did. he signed it ‘to pat’, cuz t hat’s her fuckin’ name and he drew a cock on it.
heee heee heee.
i am 5 years old.
sometime during the smear of days i got stranded in revere, and i end up passing the eff out every time i try to watch dvds with norah. it’s getting to be rather annoying cuz i’m so fucking tired that i can’t seem to stay awake for this shit anymore. meh. and yesterday i talked to matthew peattie on the phone about my harvard sitch and it turns out that this girl is going back to the university of cambridge community college of harvard square, yo. ::sigh of relief::
i almost started crying when i hung up i was so…r e l i e v e d. i called aragorn like 0.2 seconds later and just…well, i may have squealed. *maybe* anyway, that kiddo has been great about averything, ya know. seriously he has. i mean…i’ve been all spazzy and worried and freaked out and such and he’s fuckin’ put up with me. so he said we should celebrate, ya dig? so i went to casa del aragorn after my BC shift and read the SUPER AWESOME teenage mutant ninja turtles & batman comics he had whilst he showered and whatnot. then we embarked on a trip to tahr-zhay. heh. believe it or not, we did *not* get kicked out of there. will wonders never cease? and who was all like a woman lookin’ for clothes and whatnot? yeah, that’s right…aragorn. hee hee hee.
that whole excursion and the only thing we returned with was he bought a new racing video game for the xbox. in an attempt to find something to eat in brighton, we were lookin’ for a pub to grab a burger and a beer or something and the first door he opened, out stumbles a drunk to the bone dude who just mumbled something incoherently and staggered into traffic. aragorn looks at me all “what did he say?” and i just replied “dude, i so don’t speak teh foreign.” no, seriously…i don’t. at the green briar, we were scopin’ the outdoor menu and drunk #2 for the evening stumbles out and mumbles a whole lot more stuff at us and moseys on down cambridge street. ah, teh drunks…i thought you only got quality drunks like that in allston & central square. heee!
never been to the green briar before, ’twas rather nice. and the waitress was the best part because she was just a trip to be around, ya know. it’s spiffy when peeps are like that. tipped her good, like whoa. anyway, it was gettin’ kinda lateish and we ended up headin’ on down the street back to aragorn’s place � i had to get back to medford eventually and the tired was kickin’ in again.
there may or may not have been some smoochage…
heh.
yeah…’twas a good evening.
