Geriatric Panera

   A couple saturdays a month Mandy has to work in Livonia and I tag along and sit in Panera. I really don't know why the hell I come here. The coffee tastes like shit juice and the place is filled with people who are so close to death I'm pretty sure there's a coroner  on standby.  Actually I do know why I come here, it has free wi-fi. Shit ass slow bullshit wi-fi, but wi-fi nonetheless. 

   So I sit here sippin on shit juice, dicking around on the internet, and making mental bets with myself on who's going to die first while Mandy deals with retards at the SoS.  For some reason I find this entertaining.  I think I may be a glutton for punishment.  At least it gets me out of the house.  

   There's a british lady sitting near me that says "yeah" about every other word. It's slowly driving me insane. She sounds like a british Mickey Mouse and all I fuckin hear is

 British bitch-  "yeh yeh yeh uh huh I want a shepards pie yeh yeh yehhhhh"

   

 British bitchs companion- "I knowwwwwwwww right?"

    

British bitch- "yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yehyehyehyheyhyehyheyhyehyehyeh"

She's one agreeable motherfucker. 

  A child just fell in the parking lot. That was kind of funny. I'm going to go look at beer in the supermarket next door and pretend I'm drinking it.

only 4 more months only 4 more months.

I love you all,

Sean and a boatload of old fucks

   

Drinking High Life in the Shower

For some reason I seem to have an affinity for drinking beer in the shower.  The shower water and beer getting all mixed in together while I lather up my hot bod. It just feels right.  Super fucking right. Faggot.  High Life Fo My Lyfe. 

This saturday Mandy and I made pierogi and borscht for dinner and of course managed to get hammered at 1 in the afternoon while preparing the meal. It turned out surprisingly well considering.  I then showered, drank more beer, and promptly took a long nap. It was a wonderful day. 

Seems like most of my days lately end up consisting of waking up, watching some sort of Gordon Ramsay related program, going to to work, coming home, drunk, enjoy evening, and finally sleep. Not that I'm really complaining, it isn't a bad life and it could be a lot fucking worse.  Although wedding and Prague couldn't come soon enough.

Did I mention I'm moving to Prague?

I'm moving to Prague. Faggots.

This blog sucks. I shouldn't publish this, but my mouse threatened me with rape if I don't.

uhhhhhh....lata....

Sean

P.S-GeDYy Leez so TIGHT! love Václav da cat. 69696969