What doesn't kill me only delays the inevitable . . .

God, I don't even know what's been up since my last update. I am kind of out of it right now; I think I'm getting sick. I think I'll just run down the list in my mind of shit that's happened since Sunday and that should cover it; sorry if it seems like a Tarantino movie - my sense of chronological ordering is completely askew at the moment. I don't know what it is, but I just feel fucked up, but I know that I don't have any narcotics, depressants, or intoxicants in my body besides niccotine.

I think I'll start with Amannda Mae's graduation party. That was certainly entertaining. It was mostly the Trifector (Dan Dancey, Dennis, and myself) and Benedict just moseying around, scamming on the little honeys. We snuck off for like 4 cigarettes, then got tired of dealing with Dennis's relatives/family friends/churchfolk, so we all retired to his room and watched Garden State. Good damn movie, very entertaining. I have to say I'm going to purchase it as soon as disposible income becomes available to me, which may be a very long time. Currently I have barely enough money to make my car payment, cigarettes, and gas until my next paycheck. This makes it hard for things such as dating, and a social life. Generally I can afford beer in there somewhere, but that's a tight squeeze, and usually renders me completely and totally broke the Saturday before I get paid . . . and I digressed. After the Garden State, we went to Dennis's pool, where his ex Emily and and Benedict's ex Nicole joined us in the swimming. I actually got over my paralyzing fear of water and got in, albiet with a floaty tire thing to provide me with some extra bouyancy. It was a pleasent experience, except for the nipple chaffing that the floaty gave me. That was a bitch.

I only vaguely remember Monday; I think it involved me sitting around in my underwear until it was time to go to Outback. I may be wrong though; I remember at some point during the week I went and hung out with Melissa. No, actually, that was Thursday of last week. Hmm. What the fuck. I know I was broke, so I probably didn't go anywhere exciting . . . fuck it. Then I went and worked Bloom before bedtime, then did the same thing Tuesday.

Oh yeah, then Tuesday Moshos came home from his Navy duties for 2 weeks of leave. I've been pretty much holding down the fort with him, hanging out; I only get to see the kid once or twice a year, so I spend a lot of time w/ him when he comes home.

On the work front, I talked to good ol' Brent Rolli on Wednesday night, and I am definitely due for a promotion. Yes, that's right, finally after two years of being stuck in the dishtank and behind a fryer making Bloomin' Onions, I'm moving up to not just one but TWO new stations. I start training on Prep and Saute in the next few weeks; here come major hours. As well, moving up to the hot end is a guaranteed $10 an hour, so there's a dollar raise coming my way. Rock the fuck on.

I'm bored with typing - I have to go to work tonight, and like I said, I feel fucked up. Hopefully I can get wasted tonight and not care.