I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
So, last night was cool. I drank too much. I don’t know what it is, but Absolut, absolutely fucks me up. Its balls. Anyways, went to the party it was fun, literally there were only gay guys, and the ones that weren’t gay were either dirty, or stoned out of their minds. Anyways, so I fell asleep and then woke up and drove home, pretty sure i was still drunk. I stopped and got mcdonalds hashbrowns though. best decision i ever made. Then my mom made french toast and i read a little bit and then i went to work. Work was long as shit. Let me just say this, I counted over 400 pairs of underwear. Tiny, lacy, sometimes slippery pieces of fabric. Over 400 of them. Eff you inventory. Then I have to wake up in 6 hours to go back to work so that I can markdown over 11,000 pieces of clothing. Yes, you heard me correctly. 11,000 pieces of clothing. Go to gap. Or something. I am gonna buy so much stuff. It will be ill. I need new underwear, jsyk.
Also, since 4 hours of my shift happened after the store closed i had plenty of time to think. This is the conclusion that I’ve arrived at, I am 3 provinces away, it should not be affecting me like this. I wasn’t lying when I said I can’t even THINK of anything to say. I don’t know. I dislike this strongly. We actually need to discuss this, because I need help. Like psychiatrist help. I don’t like the psychiatrist!
I made a new best friend at work. His name is Jeremy and he likes men, and he is me, but 27 with a penis who happens to like penis with blonde hair and a german last name. And I have a crush on this other gay guy named Davey, who is literally like a cupcake. He is just so cute you wanna eat him up, but then you don’t wanna cause then you couldn’t look at him anymore. I don’t know. He is adorable, and I love the fact that everyone I work with is gay because there is so much boy drama, between boys and its nice to be like, HAHA SUCKERS FEEL THE PAIN THAT COMES WITH LIKING BOYS. I’m convinced that liking women is nowhere near as hard as liking men.
This post about nothing was brought to you in part by, Amanda’s Lack of Sleep.