Last night I went 80's dancing in Salt Lake and came back and there was a boot on my truck. They said I was parked on a private road. I would think that they should maybe put up a bigger sign that said, "Hey, cougar, don't park here or I'm going to put a boot on your car. That's right bitc*." But they don't. So that was at 3 in the AM. I waited a half hour for the boot man to come and I was all tired.
Then I tried to sleep but had the most psychologically terrorizing sleep I can remember and I could not get warm and I ended up throwing up till I dry heaved. I repeated that process a few times then finally I got warm. And I got off work after only being there for 40 minutes because I looked like I was stoned and was going to vomit again.
Hurray! January!
2 comments:
I hope you were at least at area 51 to make up for it at least.
look. you have a blog. i found it on hillary's blog...
umm, yeah. January sucks.
next time you go dancing up here in SLC i want to go...
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