. . . i think this is an old movie about hookers in a morgue, or something like that. but this week's 'night shift' is not nearly that salacious. however, now i'm thinking that would be a good challenge for some reality show - spend the night and diddle your partner in a morgue. new on 'the bachelor' - these 5 bachelorettes just THINK they're going to fiji for their fantasy date! when in fact they'll be at the crematorium smoking grandma.
i started working a graveyard shift last night for the first time ever. i tried not to sleep at all sunday night, which was not a problem as i didn't consume any of mommy's little helpers. i DID try to sleep monday afternoon, but you've seen the posting about my roommates and, well, you know. yesterday at least one was in rare form - racing down the hall pretending to be tom cruise in 'risky business'; ipod cranked and shouting karaoke at the top of her lungs; multiple door, dish and pot slamming; and one long slew of foul language when what i think was discovery of a flat tire. ah, youth. its so hard to live somewhere (that is not your mom's house) absolutely free.
i'm so tired today, i just squirted liquid soap on my toothbrush and put it in my mouth before i realized it. i've washed out my mouth with soap for no apparent reason.
ok; gotta go take the 12 biore pore strips off my face - its a new facial i've discovered. why spend $110 dollars at nordstrom when you can buy a $12 box of pore strips?
xoxoxo
tricia the tired
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