LAN Cafes, Kids, and Balloons Oh My!

Basically, all you need to know about my current situation is in the title. I'm here at Battlestations with my boyfriend on our only day off together (Mighty fuck REC, why don't you just bend me over now?), and of COURSE it's a day where there are two birthdays. Joy. And the second party brought fucking balloons, which have terrified me since I was about 8. Thanks Papa-san. So in order to cope, I have my Celtic Pandora station on and trying to block out my surroundings.

Of all days I would need him the most, my Pagey is unable to accompany me here. Oh, and not to mention I have to keep my vulgarities at bay.

Sooooo...

FUCK FUCK SHIT SHIT TWATWAFFLES AND COCKDRAGONS.

Ahhh. Better. Yet, I digress.

I feel the need to post right now to keep my mind occupied, so it might get long winded. So strap down, Sally Mae.

As good as I am with kids and want to go back to babysitting, the inundation of kids today here is kinda making me a bit uneasy. Thank fuck my man brought me my smokes [Wow, this is an interesting version of Dulaman. Still like Altan's better. I used to know the lyrics in Gaelic.] Also thank fuck the balloons are the fuck away from me and in a party room.

Let's see, let's see... Well, now the REC has me working Saturdays and in the good ole spirit of the REC, I'm getting screwed out of Sunday premium. Asshats. I have Mondays off now. All the cool shit happens on Saturday, mang. Nothing fucking happens on Mondays. I even got the DGT on Saturday. So much for high mail volume, guys... Better have been a fluke or else I'mma be pissed as fuck that my Saturdays got taken away from me. I guess my new karaoke night will be Monday for a hot minute.

Speaking of karaoke, my old bar opened back up. I was very tempted to attend the grand opening, but I ended up having to FMLA due to depression. For no reason. So going to a bar would have been something REALLY dangerous to do [Tomorrow I celebrate 3 months sober, by the way].

I think I'm good now. Time to go back to gaming.

Why I'm Good at Fucking Up

As much as I'd like to think otherwise, there are some bad habits I can never fix.  This is why I hate myself sometimes.