07.05.02. Superphenomical Closing Time.
Yep. I woke up today. I had to do a lotta stuff. And. My shift at work didn't start until. 7:30 P.M. So. That sooked. On the plus side. Right before work. I had to get gas. And. I saw Mer. He was all talking. And. Stuff. And. He said. I could come over for dinner. So. I was like. Word. And. He was like. Word. So. I went home. And. I was bout to head over. But. He said. Something happened. And. He had to drop off his sister. But. He still hooked it up with the food. It was pretty good. Thanks Mer. Then. I watched T.V. while I got my grub a dub dub on. I watched MTV. }I want to be on MTV. I am trying out for the last fan standing.{ And. I saw the True Life Marathon. First. It was. True Life. I'm getting plastic surgery. Something like that. The girls were already. Fly. But. They wanted to be flier. Eh. Whatever. And. This one lady. She lost a lot of weight. To put it in her words. She lost a Backstreet Boy. Then. It was True Life. I'm a backyard wrestler. Man. Seriously. If MTV can get doofballs like that on T.V. I should be able to get in. Right? Then. True Life. I'm a private wrestler. Weird stuff mayn. And. Finally. True Life. I'm on ecstasy. What was I gonna say about that. Eh. Forget it. Then. I went to work. I didn't get into my groove right away. Ya know. That robotic superphenomical mode I get it. Anyway. Richelle says. I should smile more. I dunno. I think I smile enough. When applicable. I mean seriously. I don't want to be that jerk hole on }Office Space.{ And. I don't think we're supposed to complain about the customers. But. In general. They're good. But... The sucky handful. They suck. Anyway. One thing that sucks. Is how. Strangers want hook ups from me. When. I can't even hook myself up. Let alone. My own friends. So. Yeah. Unless you're a fly honey. And. I'm talking super fly. And. Probably not even then. Most likely. Don't expect a hook up. Oh yeah. The first day I worked. There was this guy. He had a phantasmical story about. Having to drain the lizard. And. Returning only to discover is. Popcorn knocked down. And. Drink as well. I guess lightning strikes twice. Because. The same thing happened to him again today. And. Not only that. But. I liked the special touches he put. Like. Telling the story. The same exact way. But. This time. He even put forth the effort to. Wipe down his cup. Even though it was. Basically dry. He did get his. Refill. I mean. I'm not a hundred percent sure. But. I'm just reasoning that. There were no kids. But. That's just me. I could be wrong. And. One of my managers talked to me. It's kinda like talking to your high school guidance counselor. Except. Different. Anyway. Then. I went home. My mom said. I had to drive my sisters somewhere tomorrow. And. That sucked.
07.04.02. ID4.
Let's see. Fireworks day. And. What did I do... Nothing. I didn't get to blow anything up. Well. Unless you count popping popcorn at work. Yep. I had work. And. Yep. Everybody wanted to watch a movie before fireworks. I'm just glad noone decided to come back. After watching fireworks. Anyway. My shift was over at 11. So. I was gonna peace out. But. One of the managers. He reminds me of Tony Hawk. I dunno why. Anyway. Asked if I wanted to stick around. I could. So. I just cleaned up the drink stations. And. After that. Mr. Smythe. Said. I could go. And. Stuff. So. I was alright. My job here is done. So. I left. Oh yeah. My sisters went to a Bee Bee Cue. And. They didn't hook it up. Na mean. Ok. End.
