Ug. What an exhausting week. Day four at the Palomino. I love my job, truly I do, but CHRIST are there some rude people out there. Correction: I love the people I work for and with. Not necessarily the customers. Normally I have a decent length of wick before I start getting a little crabby. This week, however, because I've picked up shifts and consequently been spending more time in the company of drunks, my patience is thinned. I cannot wait until Sunday, when I can stay the fuck at home, spend some time with Greg, and not have to deal with some prick staring at my ass. Well, maybe Greg will look at my ass. But I'm completely okay with that. And he's not a prick. Nothing would make me happier right now than to lie in bed with him and stare at each other's ass. "Look! It's your butt!" "Yes, it is." "It's a nice butt." "Thank you." *happy sigh*
Can I just lay in bed please? Can I just, I don't know, lie around and do the happy love sigh thing? Listen to REM and weep for joy?
Ireland....I am going to Ireland.....there is a light at the end of this long and greasy tunnel filled with smelly alcoholic soul-sucking vampires.....
Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm such a brat.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRACEY!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!