Wednesday, August 18, 2004

 

Public - 8:53 AM

You know the timpani in the olympic theme? yeah, that's what my goddam head feels like right now. And my nose feels like traffic on *THE* 880 (yeah right, fuck you SoCal) if i've left half-an-hour later than I was supposed to.

This day has rapidly deteriorated to shit, and I have to write incident reports at an alarming rate.

I'd like to point out that in a normal job, any normal person would've called in-sick today. But shit do I love my company and job. And according to Babygirl, I'm weird.

COYB girl (check the past posts, but hint: COYB = Crap On Your Bed) used to dance @ Larry's under the stage name Baby. She was a cutie, was studying to be a nurse. Haven't really had the time/nerve to track her down "By Any Means Necessary" like I had promised. I've been busy, I suppose. Even though she danced before waiting tables, she was nervous when receiving dances from Devon (U - Jimmy) @ the GC that one night.

I'm still pissed about Home Depot, and oh la la la, Camille (COYB Girl's replacement)'s boyfriend? HE LAYS TILE.

THAT'S FUCKING GREAT. I BET YOU THE NEW ENGINEER IS DATING SOMEBODY WHO CLEANS PORTAPOTTIES FOR ACME & SONS. F MY S.

all my love,
Tio Jaime



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