I have the misfortune of working with two gentlemen whom, for reasons which will later become apparent, I shall refer to as "Loudmouth" & "Pottymouth." I will go into more detail once I am finally through with this stink job but for right now I will transcribe a conversation that took place earlier this week.
Pottymouth: Do you know who this chick is singing, Dude?
Me: Umm... I can't even hear the radio. (pauses to listen) Sounds like a woman.
Pottymouth: Damn straight! That's Beonsay.... She's hot! I'd fuck her in the mouth, Man.
Me: At least that would stop her from singing.
In other news, I'll be out of town for the weekend, thus missing the last big party at Monica's. Unless I drop by in the late morning, the possibility of which will be heavily influenced by how late I stay out after watching They Live with
sacredspud (& hopefully matt_william) at the Orpheum Friday night. Tomorrow is my last day at Sico so I will probably be unemployed next week & I am tenatively planning a Midweek Mitsuwa trip. More to come on this later.I'ma be so glad when this job is finally over it's not even funny. I hope Zalk Josephs calls soon.
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Current Mood: 
tired
tiredCurrent Music: birds waking up
