So these past few days have been jam packed. So I'll jam pack this post. For all of my followers. All of them. Every single one. So as stated I will mostly be talking about my alcohol addiction, how I hate my job, and the music I like. Because I think it's so much better than yours. Because it is. It really is. Get out of here with that wub wub wub wub bullshit.
So while I was at work I usually take pictures of myself because I'm always looking pretty decent so thats what this ones from and I look like a babe. When I'm not doing that I'm neglecting customers and shopping for shit I don't need. But CUTE shit. Like this new wallet I got. It's organic and made out of hemp and hippy hair so I've reduced my carbon foot print a bit. All my hippy followers will love that. You're welcome guys. See you at 'roo 2013. Syke fuck that.
So here starts the part where I talk about my love of booze. My friend Brian who is moving away in a week came for a visit the other night and as usual I tried to drink my face off. Thank god it stayed on though, right? Have you seen it? You must've I post enough pictures of myself how could you not? Keep your comments to yourself don't give me a big ego.
So I tried to get sauced and proceeded to fail a bit. I was still able to speak so that was a downfall. This taxi company told me it would take them 45 minutes to come get me and drive me 4 minutes to my house so I said fuck that and we walked.
This photo was before I said "fuck that" to the taxi situation.
I have this love of Saves The Day. Probably one of the only things I will ever actually love. And I know I look like a murderer, that was the point.
So the next day, naturally I was stressed out from my busy lifestyle. You know I worked 6 fucking days this week AND still go to class. Yeah, I'd say I'm a tad stressed. So i was graciously treated to a massage at Nurture Spa by my lovely mother who I call Nansh. So I was in this serene environment all morning.
I know, nice right. Would've invited you all but I didn't. So I get this massage from Amy and it was phenomenal. No happy ending though. But I was still happy. Because I got a massage I didn't have to pay for. I'm sure you get it. If you don't you're stupid and should unfollow me now. I have so many followers.
After my day of pampering, more like just an hour. I had to go back to fucking work. What else is new, nothing there. So there I stand for 7 hours wishing someone would shoot my kneecaps off so I could be send home early. That didn't happen so thats when I summoned the girl from Sunglass Hut and my boyfriend to go out drinking. Right. Here it is again.
So to North Bowl we went. I'm normally a beer drinking. Only locally crafted microbrews or pbr's really. But there was this LIST. Let me say it was also Christmas in July that night so I was drinking Drunken Grandfathers all night. Which is pretty much sprite, lemon, and Jameson.
This drink should have actually been called, your grandfather roofied your drink. Because, I mean, I can hold my booze. But this was a different story. I had the whole swerve thing happening which was alright, made me look not as lame as I usually am but then when the bouncer had to ask us to leave and I fell asleep in the car on the ride back I was still pretty lame. And not to mention I had no idea where my boyfriend had parked my car the night before so when I had to leave in the morning there I am standing at whore corner capital of the world being blinded by the sun with a crack whore asking me for a cigarette. I told her, lady you have no idea.
So this is the evidence that I, in fact got roofied. And in the morning when I had to go to work hungover.
I actually just wanted to show you, and all of my wonderful followers more pictures of myself. Because even when I'm unconscious, I still look pretty amazing. Look at me. All of my followers, look.
So I'll end this with how my music is better than yours and everything you listen to sucks immensely. These came in the mail today when I returned home from work. Again.
So I'm going to this and it's their last show on the tour and it's in Philly so if any of my followers are doing the same let a girl know so we can drink together, obviously, on the balcony and scream the lyrics to Hello Houston. And cry when they play Best Of Me because I'm sure by that point I'll be a few deep and be feeling real nostalgic. WE'RE STILL YOUNG. Fuck I know I'll cry.
When I kept talking about my followers it was a ploy, because I have none. See ya.
This blog is mostly about how I enjoy drinking, how I hate my job, and how I love Pop Punk.
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT
CURRENTLY, right now I'm in my digital mapping class. Learning about maps and shit. I have not paid attention pretty much the whole time and I've been here since 1pm. He's talking about the tundra. Must be talking about in here because I'm fucking freezing. The photo class I'm taking is pretty easy especially since it's online AND THANK JESUS CHRIST. I don't have to meet with anyone more than need be. See, there I go already. Complaining about school. This is just the beginning.
I've finally got a planner so hopefully my life can finally be in order and it won't seem so hectic anymore. I highly doubt that a calendar will help me feel less stressed but maybe my klonopin will. Whatever I can say that, I'm prescribed.
In other news THE STARTING LINE has just announced that they will be doing a 10th Anniversary Tour for 'Say It Like You Mean It', and I could not be more stoked. I know everyone says it and I'll say it one more time like every other a-hole out there. I love music and this is the music I've grown up with and made me who I am today. TEN YEARS. That shit came out when I was 12. And it's still one of my favorite albums. God bless these bands and for giving me an outlet for when I really hate things on certain days. But not today, because this tour has been announced. If you're in Philadelphia like I am, your date is December 30th at the Electric Factory or December 29th at the Starland Ballroom in Sayerville, NJ. But to be honest if you have to chose, go with the one on the 30th. It's the last show and it's in the fabulous city of Philadelphia so I'm positive it will be nothing short of disappointing. Tickets are set to go on sale this Friday and Saturday so be sure to pick yours up asap because I'm sure these suckers will be gone in a flash. To get tickets and view the tour schedule visit startinglinerock.com to find out more of the info.
Anyway back to class, they're about to make me watch and Inconvenient Truth. Okay Al Gore, this is so 2003. Global warming I mean whatever. There's 10th anniversary tours coming up so there's not much else I'm concerned about. Except not embarrassing myself on the first day of my new job tomorrow. But that's what klonopins are for. ALRIGHT BYE GUYS, get your tix.
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