Yesterday I was up in Skokie at the heavy rail shop. It's an hour and a half away, but its not a bad place. When I got home I decided to lay down for a second but fell asleep and didn't wake up till 6am the next day. When I woke up I realized that flat across the street had caught fire AND that I had peed my bed. Only a little, but I guess thats what happens when you sleep for 12 hours. I can't believe that I just admitted that.
Today I was at work for 10 hours but didn't do anything. They haven't assigned us work yet, so we sit around prank call each other and tell lies about Mary, the 85 year old, hunchback in accounts payable. Tonight my roommates and I are going to a bar that is having its anniversary. Free drinks, I think.
Tomorrow I'm going down to the South Shops. That's right the south side, I'll tell Leroy Brown that you were talking shit about him. After work tomorrow the interns are going out drinking at some bar with 2 dollar Blue Moons.
The Polo's that they made us were today are terrible. There gayer than Mr. Hollands Opus. Hell, they're gayer than this:
That was by an apartment I looked at. I decided it wasn't for me.I'll leave you with some cheese:
