Alright, since I'm awake and not actually at work (yet), I figured a little update into the life and times of one George Perry was in order. Right, here it goes.
You can sleep when you're dead, or at least that's what I've come to believe is the motto of those that work at Cheeseburger in Paradise. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I hate my job, because I don't, the people I work with are great, my managers are caring and understanding, and the money is great, but the whole going to bed as the sun comes up thing, is starting to wear thin. Fortunately, in about 2 weeks the hours are going to be changing, and watching the sun set and then rise will come to an end.
In other news...summer classes suck. Not that I'm taking any mind you, but April, my wonderful and lovely girlfriend, is, and I think we've both agreed that it blows. But it'll be over in a month, so I'll just drink some water and drive the fuck on (that one was for you Brad).
Alright, I think that's enough updating, but don't worry, I'm getting better about coming on here and giving you all a little peak into the world that is George. Latah.
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Yes... the consensus it that they do in fact blow... a lot, and also very hard.
~Your wonderful and lovely girlfriend :)
Nice...tell me more about this "sleep" thing of which you speak.
It's almost been a month, you're due. Or late. Please tell me you're not pregnant, you can not afford to be pregnant right now!
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