getting food, the lady at the counter, a fairly 'large' girl, says 'ohmygosh! did that hurt?' confused, i give her the 'what the fuck' look. 'your lip' she says. i simply say 'not really.' she them procedes to tell me how much of a 'fraidy-cat' she is and how her friends said that she should 'get her nips pierced.' as she says 'nips' she sort of grabs her chest with a little squeeze and lifts up. strange.
i have to work on the 4th. suck. at least i get time and ahalf. it's only a four hour shift, so it's not that bad. i'm going to listen to slayer and the locust, to celebrate my country.
who wants to drink some busch light with me on sunday?
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