Well, this warn't too smart...

I'm up.
As in: just woke up a little while ago.

I am so retarded.

I was beat half to death when I got home from work today. Didn't even really know it, til I was sitting here, falling asleep with my head propped on my hand at around 6pm.

Finally, at 6:30, I said "Hell with this..." and went to bed.

Uh-huh.
Woke up at midnight-thirty or so.
*siiigh*

Hafta go to work at 9, too.
See? I am a retard.

I just ran to the gas station and got cigs, chew and gas.
I think I'll wash my hair and go back to bed for a while.

Oh yeah.
My hair.
It worked.

"It" was lightening it.
Actually, bleaching "chunks".
Looks pretty cool.

I was kinda scared of looking like Jane, Daria's friend, in the episode of "Daria" called "The Lady or The Tiger", but it doesn't.

I like it.
AND... (not a peep, PAUL... *june cleaver?* ewwww... *snork*) and, I wore earrings today too, for the first time in half of forever.
And... I can't say it... but, I have to... they matched my towel and ponytail scarf.
*gag*

Da FUCK is happening to me?

I actually caught myself wondering about nail polish during a slack moment.
I can see that now.
400 bottles of nail polish and me, trying in VAIN to change colors to "match".
Ugh.
That's not gunna happen.
I hate painting my nails.
I always get an itch in a TOTALLY inconvenient place or ten and I smear it, smudge it and wind up with it in places God never intended.
So, no.
Please, God... NOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Besides, with these talons I have, it'd take a gallon a time.
Sumbitches are brand new and over a half inch long this time.
I find they help me balance trays, believe it or not.
More than once, that extra inchage has kept my tray from falling when it's gotten out of balance, while I'm stacking and unstacking shit on (or off of) it.

*several minutes later*

So anyway, here I sit at, what?, almost 2:30am, awake and watching a tape of the Brady Bunch. We just landed in Honolulu.... *rolls eyes*

Ooohhh... just got to break up a "bitch-slap" arguement between two cats.
The one I got to pick up and remove farted on me.
Jeez, man.
Men got NUTTIN' on cats when it comes to fartin'.
What do those critters DO to that cat food between eating it and Play-Doh Fun Factory-ing it out the other end?
Whew-eeee.

And, just what the hell is it with me being present for fart-fests, anyway?
That's the second time in less than 12 hours and the other time, it was a PERSON.
At least, I think it was.

It was at work.
It was also a waitress, the disgusting windbag.

I had to pee, so I went to do so. Not three seconds after I sat down, this fat chick who works there comes in, takes the stall next to me (and I know that bitch knew I was there, too, the cow...) and proceeds to pee, then fart, then grunt then I got the distinct gross-out of hearing the kids hit the pool.
Nasty fuck.
What if I'd have been a customer?
I coulda sued for mental duress at the very least.

God got her fat ass back though.

Not long after, I heard a crash and plastic cup bouncing across the floor and as I came around the corner, I saw her sitting on the floor in front of the soda dispenser, herself dispensing the sage advice that the floor was wet.
No shit?
No.
DON'T shit... near me.
In the words of the immortal Maude Findley.... "God'll get you for that."

*coupla seconds later, I keep getting distracted by BRADYS*
Ya know... I don't know who this "Sam" guy is, singing in this episode with Don Ho, but he is GORGEOUS. I love his hair.... nice legs, too.
Now, if ukelele music just didn't make me wanna hurl...
Ah. Sam Kapu. That cleared that right up.

Greg just fell down, went "splash".
Dork.

Shit. I need to go "go splash" my own self.
I cholesterol-ed my hair after I got done screwing with it yesterday and no matter how much I rinse that stuff, I always feel like I didn't get it all out. It's good shit, too, but not left over in dry hair.
Smells like lilacs.
And, they have formulas for both white and black ladies and I like the black lady version better. It makes my hair softer and more "woofty" than the white chick kind.
("Woofty"- blows easily in breezes and when ya move. Looks great, clean and healthy. Feels lovely...)
Pantene is good for that....

Anyhoo... gonna go do that.
And, I just yawned, so...
Hmmm... maybe go to bed now, wash hair later.
Or just sit here like a coma patient, staring at Bradys...

Nah.
Bed or shower.
Or, I could poke pinholes in the water bed and do both at once....

Yeah, I know...
Shaddap and go do one or the other.

I'm goin'....

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 02:50 AM

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