make room for the big boom
So my keys re-appeared onto the scene an hour or so after I posted that. No, I did not find them. THEY APPEARED. In plain view on my bed. I was moving those pictures around so maybe they were in the backs of pictures? but I had already checked all those pictures and I didnt hear them fall or anything I looked away and they were suddenly there. I am going to paint a new background for the blog that will be like a commemorating the magical key hiding ghost. Are you excited?
Work was like EXTRA dramatic last night. fun. I wish I could tell you guys all about my workplace because it is like A-1 comedy gold most of the time but I can't talk about because I would probably get into trouble for it. I think I'm gonna start writing about it secretly. Anyway, pretty much everyone who works there got fired or quit or something last night so it will be interesting to see if that was all drunk talk or not. Probably everyone will still work there; AFTER SOME HEALING. Writing makes you seem so secretly cold. EVER NOTICE THAT?
I forgot to tell you about yesterday morning when I was all hung over and cranky and on the bus coming here to try and find my keys that there were these girls on there and one of them was going thru her purse and saying like "okay, I took out 20 dollars last night and I didn't pay cover, I had two drinks that was 8 dollars blah blah etc" Whatever she had like 2.50 left and she was like THIS ISN'T RIGHT, I should have more. Anyway it was kind of this weird memory trip because I feel like I always used to end up doing that where did my money go last night morning after purse count and I realised that I havn't done that in ages. Anyway, she was loser cus she was obsessing about where three dollars went to. I think when I used to do the purse count it was like 40 dollars usually that was missing. On top of her being annoying there was this group of guys discussing the different prices of photocopying pages on different photocopiers like one was all gung ho for this one that is 16 cents a page and one was talking about the one that is 31 cents but going on about the quality of of it or whatever. I don't know what the moral of this story is, I guess if you want to be annoyed by othere peoples conversations take the bus when you hung over. |
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