I started my shift at two in the aft, so I decided to get some much needed to be done running around done. Of course I smoked pot and put it off until the last possible minute. What's the fun in running a block to catch the walk signal if theres no sense of impending deadline?... I like to run. Anyways, so I had to get a haircut, buy some I-pod shit from the local mac world, and get back in time to roll another joint for work and bang my awesome awesome san francisco drum. I effing love that thing.
Anyways, I'm strolling through the alleys, because it's the quickest most direct route to where this stinky fox needed to go, and 2 alleyways later a bwoopBwpbwp police cruiser lames up beside me annnnnd I get harassed. Whatever, I kept it cool, I let them run my I.D. through their little car computer, and thanked the creator for giving me the foresight to stash my half joint in a prime time tube and stash THAT in my guinness tin. Jesus's bukake would taste something like guinness, I'm sure.

Already told, but long story short, copper coppers checked me out, played it cool, answered whatever questions were asked and tried not to stare at the uniformed crotch. It's hard. I'm standing 3 inches away from the embodiment of the flimsy facade of justice and order that I've learned to personaly despise, and I have to put physical effort into not looking at his dangly region. Oh well, thus is life.

Heading out of moo town for a few days. Today at work I was just in the back room for the last 2 hours of my shift doing tests. Yay. Haha, the little chinese woman hates me so much. She gets so frustrated :D, she chirps orders at me, doing the occasional interpretive dance to convey what she wants me to do, and all I can do is grin blankly, reek of pot, tell her "Ok =) " And then go do something completely different. I love it. The manager is the same way, but he talks to me less so I dont derive the same amount of torture from him as I do with the other.

Most of the time I'm the only, well, to put it gently, english as a first language speaker in the store if the woman of whom I'm sure is a gypsy isn't working. I think it's great, this is my first easy job where all day I just deal with piddly little shit problems that dont make me bleed. This is the only slack job I've ever had in my life and all day I just want to laaaugh and laaaugh cause I'm so hiiiigh and all these problems are so inconsequential. An old guy practically exploded on me 2 days ago. I mean, he was calling me names, accusing me of missing body parts, the works. I blew such a load that night.

Well, that's it. Happy holidays everyone ^_^, dont get so fucked up you try to smoke your C-Tree. Normally I wouldn't post a post as insignificant as I just have, but it's going to be... another while... before I am... on the internet............. again. So I threw up a blog on the back of the stripper that is the internet. Blergh!

P.S. may update avatar. Current one are lame.