Somethingaboutsomething

Elephant Crotch
take your time. we'll just sit in line and wait till the sun comes out a little better. Eating cake. Goddamn. Give us a break at least until there's a blue patch in the weather. No, no. Don't stay, don't go. It's all not going slow, but I don't care if there's not a thing to show
for all the work and time. It's what's been on my mind, and i might go blind from playing with myself
control because i am a lot better about waisting time except at work. It might work
to be-

shwa-ship-duda
pictures will be added. oh yes.

Anyway, the move into the apartment is still going strong and it will be for a few weeks more until the roommate stops being such. Right now i'm at work waiting for the sushi chef, June, to wake up. I need June to wake up because he is sleeping in the tatami room, which is the room that people who make reservations at Wasabi eat in. It has a padded floor, which is why i have the June-bug problem. I need June-bug to wake up because there's a party 14 coming at seven, and i have to set the table. I would just go ahead and set the table while he was sleeping but this man has not said a word to me in like 3 weeks, and I can imagine him stabbing me if i woke him up. And plus, he looks so goddamn adorable.
I'm using Mandi's iBook to type this, and i don't know how to make things bold because the little icons that are normally at the top of the blogging screen aren't. Strike uno, Mac. But it's so goddamn adorable.
Well, I'm going to go buy socks so that the people who have the reservation in the tatami room do not smell my feet. Bad smelling feet usually do not fatten my tip.