Merely a transcription of events that occured

Went out to a lake last night, blue something, shoot or stem or tree or something with people from HB where I work. I phone people and ask them if they wouldn't like to please give me money for a good cause. Or, what we say are good causes. Feh. I don't really think about it much, except for the fact that I have to get yelled at every day by people. Even if you can stand that on a regular basis, which I can (I just consider them the asshole), there is something about it that really grinds on you after a while. I think the job has made me like people a lot less than I might, and it's really not in my nature to be hating people. But. Cream get the money. Dolla Dolla Bills, ya'll. Anyways, yes, I went out to a lake and chillaxed with the HB crew til about 3am. It was fun, but I've got to get myself a pair of shoes for real, and not just these blisteratin sandals I'm working right now. Dewy grass in the pale moonlight, as pretty as it might be, gets your feet hell of wet in sandals, and for an utter pussy like myself, cold feet can make a run at ruining an otherwise pleasant evening. Oh, and I started a blog a few days ago.