Boring Fogbones
It's a little after midnight and I am at work, sitting on the couch with my laptop. There is absolutely nothing going on here, that I want to bother with anyways. Too many girls and a few boring fogbones. I am so happy that I can escape to the couch with a book or my laptop instead of sitting at the bar, being forced to breathe in somebody's nasty cigarette smoke. And try to "entertain" some uninteresting fogbone sitting around the bar looking like the lights on but nobody is home. I can't deal with that. I feel tired, bored, cranky, hungry and so not in the mood to be here. I should had stayed at home. But that is how it is sometimes. Here I am in the car on my way to work a little over two hours ago.......
Yaaaaaawn.......over it. If some fun people don't come in soon I am getting dressed and going home.
Yaaaaaawn.......over it. If some fun people don't come in soon I am getting dressed and going home.