Heat, Work, Coffee, Smoke, Sleep

It pretty much sums up my days. You might notice the lack of sea and food in the equation. That's cuz I don't really do sea and food. I didn't get that much tan (or any, really), but man, did I lose weight! You know that awesome feeling when you put your clothes on and it hangs loose? Oh yeah, I've been feeling it lately. And it feels awesome! God knows I'll be gaining it back as soon as I return home but at least I feel good while I'm half naked all the time. Hee.

Things are fine, more or less. Jelena is back, thank God. And NO, not just cuz of her laptop but because I really like having a familiar face around.

Still no cute guys. OK, that's not technically the truth. There's a guy... Now, before you get all excited, you shoul know that I only mean that there he is. I see him but he doesn't see me. *sadface* Don't you just hate girlfriends? Yeah, me too.

Have I told you about my new roommate? I don't know. Anyway, CR has been fired adn on her last day here she got shitfaced drunk. She even threw up in the middle of the Neptun, I kid you not. Bloody idiot. So then I got a new roommate and a colleague. Jelena's BF's sister. Who apparently happens to be somewhat of an alcoholic herself. It's like my boss is scrtching the bottom of the barrel and coming up with the worst shit. Poor guy, can't get a break with the staff this year. Or any year, really. So this chick, while not completely insane as the previous one, is not much better. For one, I think she's incredibly boring. I barely even talk to her. I know, I know, not very nice of Krissie (oh my God, talking about her makes me talk about me in the third person! Do you see now??!), but I just can't stand her "stories". Also, she drinks. A lot. And she has this obnoxious laugh. And she snores. She snores like a really tired man after a day's work would snore. Luckily, she's sleeping in the kitchen so I shut the door, stick my audio porn in my ears and lull myself to sleep. It's working out. She's also really lazy and would rather light a ciggie than do actual work. And then she gets all offended when I point stuff that needs to be done out. It creates an awesome working atmosphere, I'm sure you can imagine. But I don't give a shit. Three more weeks. THREE. MORE. WEEKS. I'm hanging in there.

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