quoted:

"You want some of this kid? You want it?"
-me. I'm a hit with the kids

feel this:

"...when everything inside me feels like everything I hate, you are the hope I have for change, you are the only chance I'll take..." Switchfoot

What is there to say? I smell like lumpia after a lovely evening of rolling and eating the stuff over at Kira's, jamming on guitar and mandolin (all right...I just tuned it, and I didn't do a very good job), watching crap TV, drinking "wine" that was actually grape soda, and laughing at Lola, Kira's mini chihuahua, who knew I had food in my mouth and kept trying to get it out. It was hilarious.
On the semi-lame side, a guy from work called and told me he was taking me up on the offer of taking his shift tomorrow night. I thought he must have found someone else to cover it, and had gotten used to the idea of another lazy day off. But now I have to close. And call Lisa and see if she still wants to bother going to coffee if we're going to have to cut it short. Money's good though, and I don't need as many days off as I was scheduled for this week. So working is juuuust fine.

My contact lenses are bothering my eyes right now. I blame it on my astigmatism. I should take them out and go to sleep.

song: "Happier" by Guster

yesterday // life goes on