hurlage

I've realized that all of my multiplication skillz are tied up in beer. Beer cases, and rows of beers. Kind of strange.
My mum thought I was kidding when I said that I had completely forgotten how to do long division. I used to really like doing long division, too. Huh.

I'm sitting here dripping. It is way to hot to work all day and then bike home.

We caught a fake ID today at work. The funny thing is that it's the same kind as an acquaintance of mine has. She doesn't even drink, but she plays in bands at bars and needs to be able to get in.

The beer waste hadn't been emptied in god knows how long at my unit today and it was full right right right up and sloshing out and it was chunky and mouldy and I took it into the stand to pour it into the floor-sink but it was the roast beef sandwich stand and so my face was all up in the pans of fat off the beef and I was sliding around in the grease and dropped meat on the floor. I just about up-chucked.
No one would have noticed though because it would have looked just the same as the beer waste.