...work sucks, I know. Working the closing shift is the worst. You start around dinner time, meaning I'm left snacking in the car on the way there, and you finish well after midnight, meaning you can't go out for drinks. And yes, Pocky and Red Bull have been my dinner for the past two nights.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Late Night, Come Home...
...work sucks, I know. Working the closing shift is the worst. You start around dinner time, meaning I'm left snacking in the car on the way there, and you finish well after midnight, meaning you can't go out for drinks. And yes, Pocky and Red Bull have been my dinner for the past two nights.
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It's never too late for drinks.
I like you're thinking... so, this weekend? :)
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