1 more day to I leave for las Vegas and I think I have tonsillitis. I am not freakin’ happy and I hope to God today at the doctors they put me on something so I can have a blast. I can not believe this sh*t. I don’t want to be sick and I can’t be sick. I want to party like a rock star in Vegas this weekend.
I will not be sick anymore. I will be drunk and happy in las Vegas. I will not be sick. Positive reinforcement, positive reinforcement. I do not feel wonderful, but I am not sick. Positive reinforcement.
What the f*ck! My life, there is always something. What will it be next?
BTW, good news. I officially got the job and they are excited about me starting on the 20th. YAY, YAY!!
And I am totally in a coffee coma right now. And my vaca starts at 1230pm today. Wow!
Casey Jones you better watch your speed.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion has just crossed my mind.
I love the dead.
Caffeine coma. I did order decaf at Starbucks today. But it was totally not decaf.
I have to buy a new car. I think I am going to get a Pontiac G3. They are ultra cute and small. Just like I like my cars. Not looking forward to the car payment, but you know I always make everything work, so I shall be fine.
My life has gotten boring. Sorry. Not much I can do about that.
Later
Random caffeine coma. Hyper as all hell and stuck at the front desk unable to smoke, run around or do anything at all except type on this here blog.
Burritos are good. So is blink.
I love coffee, especially when it is free.
later
