<insert any song lyrics here> Shawshank, April 17, 2024 I’m just bitching in this post. Nothing to see here. Move along. I’m tired. I don’t think I’m sleeping well at all. It’s also cold out there with high winds. So all the old people have to come in and have a pithy comment about how it’s not spring and that it’s actually still winter. They deliver these comments like they thought them up all by themselves, and not something we’ve heard 6 times before they came in would be great. Life would be a lot better if my coworkers would come in just a couple of minutes early on grocery day. That way I’m not having a train run on me with people outside wanting all my attention. Then I don’t have to come in and ring the people out. When I finally get back to what I was doing. The coworker that rolled in late is already working on it. Oh, and if the coworker that actually came in on time would listen for the bell, instead of breaking down the cardboard boxes, life would be a lot better. It would also be better if the whole town wouldn’t roll in all at the same time and be freakin needy. And the asshole that said the hose would be long enough because he too lazy to actually pull up on the right side, I’d be a happy camper. I’m tired. I’m really sore for some reason too. I just wish that I could sleep ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE NIGHT. Why is that so much to ask for. I’m tired of waking up any where from an hour to 10 minutes before the alarm goes off. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTownup early
Life Anyways, here’s Wonderwall March 10, 2021 Good morning everyone. I’ve been awake on and off since around 4. I kept trying to burrito because for some reason it was freakin cold. I also set my alarm wicked early, so I could bid farewell to Crystal, as she (I think has been on the road for like an hour now) heads south… Read More
Life Yo, I’ll tell you what I want July 26, 2023 When the white noise of my alarm clock went off, in my dream, I was trying to figure out which would be better: a UPS box or a post office box. And then there was an apartment with secret passages. Exciting, huh? I’m a little groggy this morning. But that should pass by the time… Read More
Life When you call my name it’s like a little prayer February 16, 2022 I am the smartest man alive. I am the stupidest man alive. Yesterday I got both the COVID booster, and the flu shot. Two shots two different arms. Well last night was the night that I couldn’t get get comfortable. I tossed and turned. Every time I did, I woke up. One, three, five, and… Read More