My Own Space Dementia
27 September 2006 @ 12:45 pm
qotd  
i work with this guy from Lao - he speaks pretty broken english and is drunk have the time so usually it's hard to understand him.

he just came up to me and said
"you look like ectasy today"

i was like, "huh? like the drug?"

and he said "ya ya, your hair is all...."
i couldn't understand after that.

all i did today was put my hair up into 4 different pony tails.


he was the same guy who told me my hair grows fast the first day i came into work with extensions.

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I am so bored right now.
The sales person is gone for the day so i'm not going to have any work to do probably for the rest of the day.
Oi. that's a lot of web surfing.
and sitting on my ass.
i hate that i have to kill time here rather than be at home with the doggies or anywhere else doing something productive.
I could leave, but i can't forfeit that money. As it is I am trying to break my 5-week streak of over drawing my checking account every week before payday. I think i may make it this week (jinx-not)

tonight i'm going to the "little stevens garage a go-go show". should be fun.
 
 
feeling: bored
groovin to: Depeche Mode - Waiting for The Night