And, awaaaay we go...

First off, remember when I just said I hope I don't get the wardrobes for the jobs mixed up?

Well...

I done did that.
Last night.

I was supposed to "go see" Fabio, right?
Dressed like a waitress-type person as opposed to a farmer...

Uh-huh.
Riiight...
*rolling eyes*

I went to WalMart.
I got a shirt.
A SHORT SLEEVED one.

wrong

I do NOT wear short sleeved mens shirts.
I wear LONG SLEEVED mens shirts with the sleeves rolled up like any other respectable working class hero-type.

So I got the wrong shirt.
Didn't notice that til I was getting dressed for the "go see".

So, insteada looking like I really would, I looked better, because I put on a black mens shirt and a really gorgeous black, gray and maroon patterned tie.
I look soooo much better in black...
Anyway, I got dressed, curled my hair (which I discovered in the process needs to be trimmed BADLY 'cause it won't hold a curl like I need it to for this), did the warpaint, did the whole nine, up to and including Drakkar.

I go to the restaurant and... he's not there.
Gonna be back in "an hour".
So, I told his brother that was cool, I had some shit I could go do and that I'd be back...

Welll... the "shit" I went and did was our two stalls.
Dressed TO THE NINES forkin' poopage.
I knew it.
I KNEW I'd do that...

I never did see Fabio last night, either.

I did our stalls, came home and started dinner.

Then I got tired FAST.

I called a coupla times, but he still wasn't back, so I said screw it and went to bed.
Before 8pm, mind you.

Got up late, at 6am, (I like to be awake for a few hours before I hafta be anywhere...) and went to the horse farm, oh and I asked Bob... it has no name, per say.
Y'okay...

Anyway, I've already been there, done that, been to our horses stalls, done that and then I came home and lo! and behold, there's a message on the phone.

It's Fabio.
Wants me to come TONIGHT 4 to 10.

Oh holy horseballs....

So, this means I need to get this done right quick, go get my check from the horse farm cashed, go BACK to Wallyworld to exchange the shirt and grab a coupla other things, go get my birdshit-encrusted car run through a carwash, back here, shower, wash and trim the hair, go through the whole "become a female" routine and then go hang out in a restaurant til 10 tonight.

Wow, ya know?

On that frenzied note, I'm outta here and Gawd he'p any mouth-breathin' nimrods in WalMart who get in my way.
I am in no mood.
(Nor will I be any time soon, I don't think.)
(Actually, I can't remember EVER having been in the mood for that. I don't recall ever waking up and saying, "Gee... I'm really in the mood to be fucked with by retards today..." Know what I mean, Jellybean?)

Peace, 'y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 01:00 PM

Comments

Posted by: BlogDog at December 23, 2005 03:32 PM (ddIuw)

Processing 0.0, elapsed 0.0067 seconds.
18 queries taking 0.0054 seconds, 9 records returned.
Page size 5 kb.
Powered by Minx 0.8 beta.