hyper ballad

holy bejesus!! being without internet service for a few weeks made me feel like i was in a coma...on a deserted island...with no water...or something like that. i mean, not having cable tv is one thing, but then to take away my life line of information...please, it hurts to think about it. regardless, im back my little gooshy gooshy pc, me and you will never part again!!

so what have i been doing with my life?? working, working, working!! i have officially been consumed by the wonderful world of waiting tables. every morning, i drag my ass out of bed to serve the hungry and entertain the local drunkards. the other day i was nearly attacked for dumping an empty glass of scotch because ms. donna dewars wanted to suck on the ice. pathetic. then when the sun goes down, the barrage of needy drug addicts roll in to make their exchange with "black t-shirt guy" and proceed to get completely fucked up beyond oblivion. sure, when i finally get off my shift i join the slew of drunkies, but my visit is usually brief. unless i am in the good company of the few remaining normal folk at that hour, i need to depart, purely because the lack of any sort of intelligence gets on my nerves.....oh and i absolutely despise staples (the worst bartender in the history of bartenders...who also has zero personality)

and then, oh then, there is my second job...oh what a wonder that is!! where do i start, with the lesbian, no bi, no straight void of a life that harasses me like everyday...or maybe the mr. know it all corporate general manager that insults me just by opening his mouth...or maybe the chef that insists on rambling about nonsense to me (constently)...or the other chef that wears too much gel and ugly black shoes with ripped jeans on his days off...or maybe the cokhead bartender that refuses to make my drinks....i hate that goddamn job!!

enough job bullshit...foods here, gotta run