| Why can't I quit you? 2006-06-21 1:16 p.m. Yeah, well that didn't last too too long. I am still trying to look like I have a good work ethic here. But also its kind of like, well this gig is just lasting until the end of summer and I have to get myself a real gig. There's a-doings transpiring too about where exactly I will be living at end of said summer. Because, to be honest, I haven't actually been LIVING at the place where my address is at. Sure, I have been in and out, and what not, hello-goodbye, new shirts, etc. That being said I wonder if they find me to be a really great, unobtrusive roommate there. To find out that would require me being there and talking to them a lot, which really doesn't happen. Its Summer. I would say I am stretching this "Fuck It, Its Summer" thing too thin, but really, is there anyway that could be possible. Just this week I have:
-Gone to Maine for a Jam bachelor party featuring paintball, frisbee golf, a suburn on my arm from hanging it out the window, a stretch hummer (you figure if you cram enough people into it you can ALMOST make up for the damage your doing by driving in it.)
-I went swimming for the first time in the cold cold ocean on Sunday.Cookouts? Check.
Going out for ice ceam? Check Spike's can't get its ass to Davis Square fast enough. I want good (veggie) hot dogs! Tonight to celebrate the Summer Solstice: miniature golf, go-karts, and batting cages! Things have been ruling of late. Can't help that.
Talk soon. |
