i'm posting a picture of my boy jay-z because i was initially going to free-style this post. but i am too embarrassed to do it. i don't know if my rap skills are up to par. so i will instead just speak my piece it like the suburban white girl i am. : )
so, overtime is nice and i refuse to complain too hard about getting paid time and a half. but overtime this week at my job is mandatory. that's right, MANDATORY. that sort of sucks all the fun out of it, you know? we're under-staffed, under-motivated, and definitely under-paid. i don't know if all of these words need to be hyphenated or not. that's how run-down i am. damn, another maybe-hyphen. oh god make it stop.
it's wednesday, so you know what that means. ANTM, bitches. that's what it means. and idol cuts, although i'm quickly losing interest as it seems the voting public insists on painfully watching sanjaya until the bitter end. damn you, teenage girls. damn you all.
i need a night out. let's go dancing and drink our weight in cheap beer. who's in?