hate but miss

I'm at work right now, and we're so busy that i have enough time to be typing a blog on my boss Mark's shitty laptop. This last weekend was kind of a blur mixed with cheerleader-beer six packs, meds, and tres little gun play. For the most part, I've been up since Saturday morning.
But now i'm at work. There's one table of five women, all except one being Japanese. I know this is horrible of me to say, but the stereotype in the movie Waiting is right - foreigners don't tip worth shit. I mean, i'm always hoping that it won't be when i optimistically serve them their food, but even when I'm being an awesome waiter, they still suck with the tips.

Day of My New Dollar Grill (I can't feel most of my face still)

Lamb Chop-liver
"Do you ever miss Us?"
"Not really;
only when I'm awake"
This conversation needs
to be had so that
I can file it under
things that've been
said instead of things that
still make me sad.
But I'm not holding my breath
while I still explore sunken
wreckage that some nights I pour
over and over and over again.
this is the song that never ends.
it goes on and on my friends.
some people
started singing it, not knowing what it was
and they're still singing it because
it is the song that never ends.

It all goes back to eng

tiempo mal
a pájaro
flying into vinden
essaye à overtake a powerline
mais vole immobile
ah l'été

boogie woogie

oye,
no work until tuesday,
which means that i have to go to barns and noble
to finish reading my book because i
left it at work.

i just have to brag about myself.
i made so much bank in the last 2 days;
it's not even unfunny.

well see ya!

N.P.D.06 (ditched)

so today was no pants day.
it started out at 10:00am when i woke up
and got dressed quicker

then i arrived at work

my boss and his wife were both in full support of the holiday.

However, the customers weren't so supportive, in fact, they were a bit freaked out
which lead me to put my pants back on for a few hours
for the sake of my tips

but once i was out of work and in down town evansville,
the pants were no more!


and there just happened to be a big car show on main street.

then i got my birthday cake and ate it
and went to sleep at 12:17

dead after a cat

work, eat, sleep, read, practice, repeat
and it's so much fun.
i'm running out of things to blog about because my life is becoming more leveled out in this rut.
I got this in the mail the other day:


it's pretty awesome.
and that's about it.

i'm loading up my pre-birthday schedule with doctor apps because of a little song
called "Stephen's no longer included on his parents' health insurance after his 19th birthday"