Yesterday was the last day of school at work. I came in after the store was already supposed to be open, had to unlock the door for waiting people, and then help everyone while wearing a t-shirt with a drawing of a taco and french fries on it. Very professional.
I never got in my uniform and just fucked around on the customer computers, cheating my way through some paid training courses while spending most of my time outside on the phone.
The middle part here reminded me of being 14, in some girl's car whose perfume is so strong I swear I smell like it for the rest of the day, listening to crappy ska music and rage against the machine, on a really nice day on a huge freeway.
Then we went bowling and drank a bunch of beers and then I came home. Bingo ran out the gate and down three blocks and I ran after him then carried him all the way home. Then I got in my bed, which felt like heaven more than anything, and napped a bunch.
I totally didn't have a Welcome Home Bingo dinner party. Instead I had some self-heating hot chocolate and learned a way to win any argument in the world, ever.
Then I got back in my bed, which still felt like heaven, and slept for ten and a half hours.
I went out with my sister and bought some things and stole some things and now I'm waiting for a ride to Roxanne's house.
Still no photos, but what would they even be of? bowling? You don't need to see that.
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