I just feel like chucking up a new journal. I just came home from work for a few hours, since it was an early morning [8am] and I'll be there till at least 11 tonight. Currently browsing titties and apartments, if only the two came together my life would be complete.
I worked my last Sunday night at the bar I work at this past week. Quite bittersweet. I always love the crowd out on Sundays, but it absolutely kills me the next day to drag my ass into work. Also, recently got a job promotion! So I need to man up and show them I'm worth my paychecks, haha. I've been working Sunday's at the bar for over a year now, the regulars are super rad, and the staff is swell, too. I'm down to only working Fridays ... and Friday doesn't pack such a punch in the good time department. Ah well.
Today I've been listening to tons of Lucero [www.myspace.com/lucero], Black Lungs [http://www.myspace.com/dirtyblacklungs], and Northern Towns [http://www.myspace.com/northerntowns] It's been a relaxing day. Turn on the iPod, close the office door, and just get work done.
So I know I have a reputation for loving those beefy boys - but jesus. This boy is absolutely delicious. Who on my friends list can make it a reality to deliver this fine, fine piece of Boy to my doorstep [bundle of hay is optional]. A well dressed boy is the way to my heart [or at least into my pants, haha].
Bring him to me and I'd be forever in your debt, hahaha.
