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Cheeeerist I am tired indeed of St. Augustine. And work. Especially work. I like my job and I love working with Melissa and Penny, but I hate the company's whole idea of function. Jerks.
Also, my significant other may or may not be being eaten by an alligator right now. I dissaprove highly of the whole concept of him filming in the Everglades, where everything he isn't allergic to is plotting to consume him whole.
I also dissaprove highly of my dad being a shmoe. Emo and Lynne invited Pete and me to a beer tasting party they're having Saturday night, and if he had fulfilled my wishes and taken Saturday off work, we'd be done unloading my stuff in time for me to go back to Orlando. However, because he's a putz, it'll be at least another three weeks until I see that boy of mine. However, I discovered a cologne today that smells like Pete's deoderant. (You have a cologne that smells like Right Guard? "Yes, we call it Mambo and sell it for about $30.") To this end, I've had a card of it in my pocket for the last few days.
I do not want to be around people at all recently. Yes, that means that it -does- suck to be me, because I'm not quite living at my house yet, and so there are no doors that can be used to shut my roomates out.
Tonight was dinner at my Western Lit. professor, Dr. Soud's house. It was a bit strange, never having been to a teacher's house before. He was quite amused by our little discussion of tattoos, piercings, and how sexy ear plugs are. His house is huge and his kids are cute, so we were all happy.
Also, my significant other may or may not be being eaten by an alligator right now. I dissaprove highly of the whole concept of him filming in the Everglades, where everything he isn't allergic to is plotting to consume him whole.
I also dissaprove highly of my dad being a shmoe. Emo and Lynne invited Pete and me to a beer tasting party they're having Saturday night, and if he had fulfilled my wishes and taken Saturday off work, we'd be done unloading my stuff in time for me to go back to Orlando. However, because he's a putz, it'll be at least another three weeks until I see that boy of mine. However, I discovered a cologne today that smells like Pete's deoderant. (You have a cologne that smells like Right Guard? "Yes, we call it Mambo and sell it for about $30.") To this end, I've had a card of it in my pocket for the last few days.
I do not want to be around people at all recently. Yes, that means that it -does- suck to be me, because I'm not quite living at my house yet, and so there are no doors that can be used to shut my roomates out.
Tonight was dinner at my Western Lit. professor, Dr. Soud's house. It was a bit strange, never having been to a teacher's house before. He was quite amused by our little discussion of tattoos, piercings, and how sexy ear plugs are. His house is huge and his kids are cute, so we were all happy.
