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In case you couldn't deduce from the title (which means I don't know you, so: hi!), work began this week, and it is on the not fun side of things.
Last weekend was pretty rad though. On Saturday Tom, Nate, Geoff, and I hopped in a child molester van (me and Tom on the floor in the back with the equipment) and went out to play Paul's grad party. As far as quality of the show, it wasn't too great, but it was a boatload of fun; plus, at least four or five people had their Track IX shirts on, and that's just awesome. Sunday was Geoff's grad party, so basically a bunch of us got together to watch the Gold Cup and eat food. Then we went to a field and beat the shit out of a little Xerox machine. That rocked hardcore.
Yesterday and today sucked ass, though. As I'm sure can figure, I don't like my job very much. Don't get wrong, it's a good job, I get paid to play kickball, but I really fucking hate it. I especially hate it when it's 95 degrees out and those little obnoxious fucking kids want to play speedball, and we can't really say no. Then I come home and it's still a bazillion degrees in the house because we don't have air conditioning.
But I have to keep my eyes on the prize. Friday is my birthday, and I'm going to see Raz Sum and The Flaming Tsunami's. Unfortunately, the day after is my grad party.
More installments of the Ugh series to come.
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