sick is unsexy
anybody want laringitis? *hawks up a wad of phlegm an' spits into the trash can* bah.
in other news..., chris knows this guy who works at the gap about ten minutes from where i work, they're lookin for parttime people. so he's gon try to get me a job there. not exactly my first choice but i aint exactly doin anythin to find a better one either, so wat the hell.,
still in other news... (shit, why am i talkin like barbara walters? damn the expectorant!) tracey's still seein travis. girl is totally gon' britney on me... i swear to god, the only thin missin is a 25-thousand dollar weddin dress an an unfiled marriage license. i havent hung out wit the bitch in a while because she's always busy wit her man an' stuff.
my boss an' i are back on good terms. we went out an' had a business lunch on friday, just the two of us. he told me his wife's pregnant with their third baby. didn't seem too happy about it. i was like, "well, you're havin another kid... isn't that reason for celebratin?" an' then he gave me this sad look. an' i just knew where it was goin'... i was like, "whatever, just eat your vegetables an' don't say a word." anyway, i ended up givin him a blowjob in the parking garage an' swallowin his cum without washin it down. we went straight to a meetin afterward. i kept coughin all throughout. i think his jizz acted as the catalist for my sickness.
