Is this in regard to me saying “Surely he can’t be dead” ? because if it is I don’t see how that makes me a bad person. It was in reference to airplane when someone says surely you can’t be serious and he responds something along the lines of “I’m serious, and don’t call me Shirley.” aaand I don’t know how that makes me a bad person.
If it’s something else that’s caused you to say this, well you’re probably right, but fuck you.
Me and Miya-Face went to the same middle school and had like 50% of the exact same friends and we totally must’ve known one another, yet we both don’t really remember one another. This is so weird and tripping me out. What the fuck.
I don’t even know why I pulled an all nighter. I barely did any work. It was like oh I’ll start some work soon, just a few more minutes and I barely did shit. I finished my assignment, handed it in etc.
I was gonna chill with Davey today after class, but shit got real and he had to bail. So now I’m home with the family trying to figure out some plans but I doubt anything is going to happen.
Since I’m an expert sleuth I figured out that mystery girls name. I felt so bad because I knew exactly who she was, and I talk to her but she just knew my name and I had no idea what her name was. It definitely got to the point where I couldn’t just ask.
I work all weekend long. I do not appreciate this. I asked for more hours because I was getting like monday night only. Now I work 8 hour shifts each day of the weekend and shifts during the week. It’s such a pain in the ass.
Today I had that awkward feeling where someone has gone to the effort to learn and remember your name, and you realize you know exactly who they are but you don’t know their name at all.
Today I check my pay stub. I got a mandatory vacation payout and it quadrupled my paycheck.
Montreal was a waste of time. We got there at noon, left at 4. The driver was slow and it took us 3 hours of driving each way. The museum was pretty small and old montreal was pretty but cold and empty.
I would really like to go back to MTL for a day or three just to be there and not be rushed.
I grabbed shawarma with laura, and that was nice, but damn she crazy.
I do not want to do my paper that’s due tomorrow. I’m not going to photo / doing my photo assignment.
Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile. Walk naked to the bathroom. If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the ‘woo-woo’ sound. Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt. Get in the…