I am seriously all kinds of screwed up. Not only has the lack of sleep in the last few days worked a number on me, but the day off in the middle of the week also had something to do with it. I was so out of it as I was diligently editing video last [...]
I am seriously all kinds of screwed up. Not only has the lack of sleep in the last few days worked a number on me, but the day off in the middle of the week also had something to do with it. I was so out of it as I was diligently editing video last night, that I flopped on my bed for a nap at 8pm and woke up at 5 this morning. And to make matters worse, I didn’t even know what day it was. I was surprised to come in to work and find out that it was Friday. They really keep us in the loop on stuff like that here at the “W.”
So other than feeling all jacked and clueless, I think today is going to be a good day. :) I’ve got DMB pumping through my iPod and it’s payday. All my money is gone already, but at least I can eat for another two weeks.
In other news, I just need to give a shout out to the dude that parks two cars away from me at my apartment. I don’t know the guy, nor have I ever talked to him…but you have to give him props for knowing and being in the company of the world’s classiest chicks. You see, he’s got a pair of lacy girls’ panties hanging from the rearview mirror of his truck…a lacy, sparkly, turqoisy pair of boyshorts. You know the kind: almost a thong but almost a regular pair of underwear…the underwear that can’t decide what it wants to be or where it wants to go, but on the right bottom looks really nice? Yeah, that’s the kind.
But I figure you gotta know a classy dame to get hooked up like that. Not every girl will just let you hang her skivvies from your rear view mirror. Why can’t I meet a classy girl like that?