Fuckit I quit. I'm calling Tom tonight and telling him it's all over but the crying. My old feets can't handle it any more..Plus I talked to apt. manager and if I continue working my rent will double...That sucks!...But mainly..my feet are just killing me. When I decided to work with one shoe on and slipper socks on my sore foot and walk and stand on my foot basically barefoot for 4 hours ..well, that had to be right up there with the dumbest things I have ever done..Some where between marriage number 2 and marriage number 3...The corn is still there and looks pretty ugly, my toe nails are turning black and fungi looking and falling off. The bottom of my right foot is so sore I can't put my weight on it..and my other foot is doing double duty and I swear I hear it scream at me"Sit the fuck down."..Plus, my cough is back..even with the cough syrup I'm still coughing. I just don't get it..where did it come from and why is it staying so long.?
All I know is I'm pooped..I'm tired of coughing I have achy breaky feets and if I didn't know me better I would think I am starting to get a tad depressed, and anyone that knows me, knows, depression is not me...I don't do depression..I do kicking ass and pissing off and a lot of getting even..but not depression. But I'm not my normal perky ass self I know that for sure. You would think I would be so fucking happy ole George is going away that nothing would bother me..maybe that's it..I'm going through bush bashing withdrawal. I need something to bitch about...I could bitch about the Cowboys but none of you really give a shit, and Bush is going away so nothing to bitch about there. The economy is in the shitter and wall street is getting a ass-kicking, but so far that hasn't effected me. Of course I'll not be able to buy cutesty stuff for everyone any more. sigh...Maybe I can get my buddy up at the Video Store to hire me. Sit on my ass all day and rent videos...I could do that..See if he would pay me cash. Or I could just go back to blogging , reading and watching soaps....arghghgh kill me the fuck now.
While I was over at Kevins' blog I told a great story about me and Mojo and a elevator...I think I will repeat it here. I was waiting for a elevator with Mojo who was about 19 at the time, and the doors opened and there were 2 really cute young guys in the elevator, and one of them said:"Going down?" and I said :"Only if I don't have to swallow."...and Mojo hit me so hard on the arm with her fist I actually came up off of one foot. The guys on the elevator was almost laying in the floor laughing and then the doors closed and Mojo said:"I hope your satisfied, now we'll have to wait and catch another car."..
But I grinned all day long..knowing that those 3 would be retelling that story for a week...life is good...