I'd be one well connected person.
So, Remember me talking about going to Jillians and how the DJ sucked because he wouldn't play my requests, and was only interested in playing for the cookie cutters and flirty with the floozies?
Well, there's a cashier at work that said that she used to work at Jillians... Here is the part that I explain to her just how bad the DJ sucked.
This is the part where she tells me *that's* her 'old man'.
ehmmmmm.
This is the part where I apologetically backpedal a bit.... (cowardly, yes, I know.)
She proceeds to go home tell her man that he needs to play my motherfucking song and invites me out this weekend with the words, 'You're on the guest list, and my man says he'll play as many, and any, songs that you want.'
Aw Yeah.
I get in free and I get my music.
I might have said this already, but last week I was complaining because I might have to replace my washer, I really needed a shelf, and my sewing machine needed repairs.
I go to the dumpster to take out the trash, and there is a white shelf, a sewing machine and a washer.
*scratches head*
*addresses universe*
'Since you are listening, I thought I'd bring it to your attention that the powerball is up to 200 mil this week.'
John is going to Dayton this weekend, I can clean like crazy, after I score me a lottery ticket.
Life is Grand.
Next week Mr Morris. Next week.
Posted by hawkie at May 6, 2004 03:52 PM