ACL #1

Ok, so my place of business is a block away from the biggest texas music festival of the year. Concert-goers poured into our restaurant all day, and i was on parking detail. Our lot filled up before two pm, so i had a long day (12 hours, 9 to 9) to sit around and do my thing. My thing, as it turns out, was to eat pot brownies (bought from my boss) and drink beer while working. it was a great, long sweaty day, and i got absolutely loaded. This was perhaps the most fucked up ive been, ever, definitely rivaling my past efforts of getting drunk at work. this was probably my finest drinking performance, period. It was awesome, i got to sit around all night while my coworkers got stiffed for tips, and drink on the jobs, making guaranteed great money. steve-1, world- many thousand. the downside was however, i got badly sunburned from 12 hours (no kidding) sitting in the sun, but only so on the back of my legs. wierd. anway, its just braggin that im telling this, my job occasionally kicks ass, so take yours and shove it. oh, and most original comment gets, personally mailed by me, a 1 gig flash drive encoded with (heres the tricky part) grey's anatomy pictures, soundtrack, and other multi-media. All made into a bracelet. Its actually kinda cool, so this is a prize you wanna win. so get creative folks. goodnight
losers
steve

party party party

so, today was my first day off my two jobs that ive had in 15 days. Ive been either working one, the other, or both for two weeks straight. its a major drag. i couldnt even sleep in past nine this morning, cause im trained to wake up once the sun comes up. Awful
but, tonight, i thought id let my freak-flag fly, i got a hot tip on two different parties happening, so i cleaned up a bit, and set myself up for a night on the town.
First party was ok, but we left quickly cause we thought we could do better.
how wrong we were.
Upon arrival at the second party, we were refused entrance, cause we didnt know the right people, we just thought we were at the wrong place, until the person who invited us showed up outside, and brought us through the front, where earlier people cat-called as we were turned away. someone even used a robot voice to refuse us, saying "does not compute, turn around"
jerks.
well, within minutes of us arriving, we're being wallflowers on the back patio, trying not to get beat up by frat guys waving their arms about drunkenly. suddenly, red and blue lights appear, and someone from inside makes everyone go inside, so as to avoid police attention.
...sigh
are we still in highschool? freaking out every time a cop rolls about simply trying to do his or her job, everyone dives under the table trying not to get arrested. simpletons. the house is on lock-down, but we walk out the front door, and have no trouble getting back home. what a waste of a saturday

wowness

ok, not much to report these days. Im working two jobs currently, at about 60 hours a week. Its tiring. But it gives me plenty of head space, which affords me opportunities to write inane cartoons, and salty jokes. If i had a scanner, id show the cartoons, but all i can give you is my joke that i made up. Its pretty funny. here goes:
Hey, did you hear the one about the nymphomaniac fortune-teller who was on her period?

...yeah, you go to her if you want your palm red


tee hee. menstruation.

the only other bit of gossip is that i made out with a coworker the other night, breaking my long-held desire not to shit where i eat. oh well.
what makes this story spectacular is the logistics of this "hook-up"
this person is 4/3 my senior (age 32)
a girl (thats not the wierd part)
and bi-sexual.
wow. it takes all types i guess. Im tired. go to sleep.