My hopeless hair

I smoked a cigarette on my front porch alone. It was pretty sad. Watching the wind blow rain off the rooftops. I almost shed a tear. But then this fucking loud thunder scared me and I ran inside really fast. These past few days have been nothing but sad memories. Tegan and Sara songs on Date My Mom and Fuel? No escaping it.

I was up until 6 this morning watching American Splendor. New guilty pleasures: White chocolate Nestle Crunch Bars, HBO on Demand, back issues of ELLE from Half Price Books. Wait... that's not new. I went to the Poop Deck last night. I would have never thought I'd go there in my entire life, but it was alright. Hampton and I are gonna try and go Friday so we can do Karoke.

I haven't been to work in a week. I was off all last weekend. My managers called to try and get me in on Saturday, but I wasn't having it. Then I had games on Sunday and Monday, so I didn't bother calling to see if I was on the schedule... then I had a game yesterday until 11, so I couldn't have gone in. One of my managers called today because I was supposed to be in, but I have a game tonight. Jeez! What the fuck do they want from me! I'm just going to blame it on the cook that threw a ticket at me after I called him slow. How degrading.

So last time I updated, I scored a goal. Since that time i've conceded 6. SIX FUCKING GOALS!!!!
I've had ONE SAVE in TWO GAMES!!!! I should quit! But I won't. Just a slump.

Eric is studying for his GRE so he won't be out until Saturday. Angie, Lindsey, and Becca are in Denton, so I can't play Bosley. Hampton has no cell, even though I know he'll be at the Pour House. Ugh...

Rachel Perry is hot. But when you see her from the front, isn't her face extremely crooked? Who am I to talk?