Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps Shawshank, March 21, 2024 Yep. It’s another day, another blog post. I simply crashed last night. We went to bed a little early, and I don’t know about Crystal, but it took a couple of ticks for me to fall asleep, but when I did, I was out like a light. The only problem that I had, was the damn blankets kept fucking sliding down the bed. I lost count of how many times I had a to pull a heavy weighted blanket back up the bed. And it’s a heavy blanket, so I had to be awake every time. Stupid weighted blankets. Anyways, here we are. It’s bright, sunny, and of course cold out there this morning. I haven’t looked at the temps yet. We’re not expected to climb over the freezing mark at all until next Thursday I believe, and at that point, barely above freezing. Some spring, amirite? Winter is coming. Work wasn’t too bad. I’m slowly learning to close, so I did a bit of the today. I only counted the money. Tonight, there’s going to be a third person, so I’ll be tackling the whole thing. Yay. I know I have to do it, and honestly, it’s not too bad. Just an extra step. We have someone going on vacation in a couple of weeks, so I need to be up to speed on it, so I can contribute to the team. But first coffee. I likes me some coffee. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life I feel magic when I touch your dress silk and satin, leather and lace June 12, 2024 *yawn* Sup bitches, it’s ya boy Shawshank. I’m tired, and we’re under a thunderstorm watch, as well as a tornado watch. Good times. Man, 4:30 comes early in the morning. That’s the only thing I don’t like about first shift. Getting up. But I got up, and survived the work… Read More
Life Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust March 13, 2025 I’m awake. The bed was way too snuggly this morning, especially when I look outside, and the wind is blowing. It’s looks absolutely nasty out there. Hopefully, the wind will have died down by the time I have to go into work. Work was wicked slow yesterday for some reason…. Read More
Life I’m hell on heels, baby, I’m comin’ for you February 5, 2026 Podrick woke me up early. But he was all to blame for that. I was warm, then cold, then warm again. Plus I couldn’t breathe through my nose. Podrick is just being Podrick. But, yeah, it’s fucking annoying to consistently either wake up, or be woken up by the orange… Read More