So I haven't written on here in awhile, and well I have some juicy stuff to talk about.
Yesterday was Wednesday and my town does this things every Wednesday (while the weather permits) called Alive @ Five. If you hadn't guessed by the weather comment, it takes place outside. It's an excuse for people to drink in public while listening to generally really shitty(excuse the terrible language, but I thought the terrible language was fitting) cover bands, and mingle. There are also vendors selling stuff. One sells really cool jewelry, sadly I haven't had the money to buy any in quite some time. I'm rambling so I'll stop, since I'm getting off topic. The reason I tell you about Alive @ Five is this, I go every Wednesday, mingle with friends, and have a generally mundane time. Very predictable. However, yesterday got spontaneous and exciting. While hanging out at Alive @ Five I got an invitation to crash a bachelor party at the closest strip club we have. Could I possibly pass up this opportunity? I think not. So I went. It was FANTASTIC. Not only did I get to watch attractive girls take their clothes off (and don't judge strippers, ok? Support the single mothers and college students of this world. :P) and dance and kiss and bite me, but I also got hit on by an attractive 29 year old from a nearby town. She called me. :) Oh yeah, I'm awesome. Anyways, so this 29 year old sexy lady and I were dancing, kissing and biting, and we had almost the entire club watching us instead of the stripper on stage, and we weren't even taking our clothes off. Which made me feel a little bad because the stripper was there to make money and we were just having a good time but... Oh well. It was fun. So that was my first time to a strip club. I got home at about 3 a.m. yesterday morning because it is now very early friday morning. I started writing this late Thursday night and I don't feel like going back and changing the time. Just so you're not confused. So anyways, I got home, made food, went to sleep. Got up around 2 this afternoon, went to work at 5, got home sometime late Thursday night, started writing this, and now here we are.
If you have been keeping up with me, in an earlier blog post, I went on a rampage about my work hours. If not this is how it goes. Ya know how most people complain about long hours with not enough pay? I would kill to be one of them, because I was the person complaining about not enough hours with not enough pay. Ok well I really don't have a problem with how much I'm paid, I just have a problem with having NO HOURS. Guess what? That's all changed. Oh yeah! Guess who has SEVEN WHOLE SHIFTS NEXT WEEK? I DO!!!!
That has been the latest edition to my blog. Thanks for reading. Tune in again sometime.
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