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