Chocolate milk is good

Not as good as the real thing though

*ponders*

Happy one, have it
I've finally re-awakened from a celebratory induced coma ¬¬
I'd swear that i'd never do it again, but what's the point in lying to myself heh
I've been mulling around in my appartment a few more days than necissary I suppose, but having a break from everything and everyone gave me plenty of time to relax and think about things.
No time for philosophical debate now though, better pick up a few shifts at work and settle back into a study/research routine
Later

I am so BORED
All Ive been doing recently is working, research, then more fucking work.
Sleep
Then do it all over again, Im so sick of it, I just wish something exciting would happen to shake things up a bit
Not likely ¬¬

It seems drinking to ease the embarressment of wearing a skimpy witches outfit it's not the best idea

...
I may just have to smack my head off the wall for an hour or so
at least then I could pass out and end this entirely too tedious day
I
AM
SO
BORED
It's a sad, sad day when you'd really like some work to do instead of lying around in your underwear watching TV or something else just as pointless and mundane
Guess I could go for a drive, but that means money for fuel........which I suppose means going to work.....
....
...damn.......I think I'd rather stay here in my underwear doing nothing........
GOD DAMN VICIOUS CIRCLE!
It's a government conspiracy or some shit

Screw this I'm going to bed.

I got fined at work again, only a minor one, 1hrs pay, but it was fucking worth it. I switched shifts and was on the bar, when this guy lumbers in, who I wouldn't have even let take one step in the fucking door I just spent 5hrs fucking watching! He's talking shit and harrasing the customers, but I just grit my teeth and get on with my work, I've been reminded on more than one occasion that when I'm behind the bar I'm a bartender not a doorman anymore and I should leave it to the security. Right. Fine. So I do just that. Until asshole stumbles over to the bar. By my reasoning, he's in my durisdiction now right?
So he drives the other customers at that end of the bar away and loses me a good 50 in tips, big mistake. I poured him a tequilla shot he ordered then told him he should leave, this is what got me in the shit.......¬¬

Drunk: What's yer name sweetie??
Me: .................................
Drunk: Ya deaf Blondie?
Me:..................................
Drunk: *burp*
Me: egh.............no, it's Mello, and I think you better leave dumbf**k
Drunk: Ya like raisins girl?
Me: *twitch* ................. WHAT!?
Drunk: I'll call ya raisin then
Me: YOU STUPID FU-
Drunk: HEY RAISIN!
Me: I'll ki-
Drunk: How bout a date? HAAHHA!

So then I broke the tequilla bottle over his fucking head.........................................
..................................................... he got a swift taste of fucking righteous fury...........

Screw it I was in the right, fuck you if you don't think so ¬¬

I'm going to go finish that research I promised I'd do

Fucking Drunks