Getting Screwed can Sometimes Be a Surprise
So...I'm driving to work and I hear a little pop and something hits my foot. I kinda freak out, but get to the parking garage and scrounge around on the floor and find a new looking, black screw/bolt...With a washer too. And it's not dirty or old looking and I have no clue where it came from, except that it can't be a good thing that it fell on my foot while driving.
So...do I take my car in some place? Show them the screw and ask where it came from? I'm a tiny bit confused. Normally I like getting screwed, but hey. Not if it affects my beautiful car...damn. Speaking of screwed, the hickey is gone, my friends...I am so glad my bosses went to Philly this week and I had the office to myself while my pasty Irish skin returned to me. I kinda liked being alone in the office. I listened to music all day, sang out loud a little bit...and even used the pooper (cause no one would know it was me, yay!)
Isn't that an amazing amount of fun going on in my life? It's rockin. I am nervous/excited about moving. My lazy ass still has yet to pack anything or clean my current apartment...I should probably get crackin.
2 Comments:
Nice picture...after all this time, you are getting much better. You should quit your job and be an artist or better yet a graphic designer.
Thanks! Maybe I should start copyriting my stuff so people don't steal it. It's that cool.
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