The Ripped Soul

Work yesterday was.. fucking.. I don't know. Hell? Worse? Bad? No word comes to mind. But it tops whatever shit I've had while working there.

Lucky I had Lyn. Working with her is awesome, because we both can co-ordinate and work SO fucking well. I can help her clear shit, pack shit up, run around like a mad roadrunner. And she would do the same for me.

But they had to break us up. She was outside, I was inside. With a hopeless motherfuck. And she was stuck with someone that couldn't work either. So we BOTH had shit for dinner.

M1 was stuck inside the Gallery. Josh was there, but Josh is a retard. Just to set the record right.

M1 : Josh, can you take the jug of water?

J : sure. Am I supposed to fill in the empty glasses?

Oh my God. Duh, much? Dude, when M1 told me that I just gave her the most horrified look ever. And he doesn't clear plates. He doesn't clear glasses. And most of the time I caught him in the pantry/bar slacking around, drinking, or eating.

I was so cheesed off. Fucker was relaxing AND getting paid whereas I had to run from room to bar to get soft drinks, I had to run to the kitchen to get special orders, and I had to try to clear whatever they were piling on top of the gallery corner work table. And when I thought I had a second to breathe, Lyn asked if I could help her clear plates outside since no one else was. So I tried to help her as well, duo style. "Sir are you done with this?" Clear. "Sir?" Clear. "Ma'am?" Clear. Before I got interrupted by someone else.

When it was nearly over and we were bitching at the back, I told Lyn that when we get back, we're gonna kill everything. And we did.

Who'd have thought we could actually clear, wash, polish and keep 115pax worth of glasses and plates before 12mn?

At first thought we figured we'd be dead for. Prolly finish off at 2am or something. But nope, we did it.

That's just how super we are as a team.

Crashed over her place because the idea of cabbing back was ridic. Talked about nonsense and Genting and loads of other stuff up till 4am. Oh, and I helped her clear her rabbit's poop. For the record, it fucking stinks donkey mad. The entire kitchen smelt like a damn zoo.

Showered, watched Lyn ACTUALLY cook prata. Had supper, drinks and smokes. Watched some kung fu happening on TV when her dad came home. Her dad's awesome.

And the funny thing is.. normally it gets awkward when your friend's parents are home. But her home just felt like awesome.

Slept at 4ish, woke up at 1pm. ONE FUCKING IN THE DAMN AFTERNOON.

And I woke up and the first thing I asked was "what time is it.." because normally, the sun would have killed me at 10, 11am max.

Fucking one in the afternoon. Nig damn.

And we just slacked the rest of the day! Talk about well deserved rest.. I felt SO fucking lazy. Everything was within my reach. Drinks in the fridge, food, facebook, smokes.

I'm happy though.

Eventually left her house at 8 because we BOTH knew that if I stayed any longer I'd probably crash over AGAIN. Hahah.

Going home and she was saying "I bet you'll be so sick of Paramore on the way home, you'll say Sorry Paramore, I love you, but it's not happening tonight. Then you'll play some relaxing, jazzy music."

Not true. Played Crushcrushcrush and emergency on repeat ALL the way home. Now I'm hyped. HAHAHA.

It's pretty obvious that this fever is never going away. Just like my Lady Gaga fever. Anything can happen; Tom Jones can come and have women stripping at his concert, DeepPurple could arrive and have 40 and 50 year olds screaming for them, but I'm still gonna be crazy over Paramore, Hayley Williams and Lady Gaga.

I'm glad to have my best friend. Thank God for her.

Thanks for everything today, bud. Even though we didn't do anything. HAHAHA.