But yeah, it was a waste to go to a coffeeshop when I can't work on my receipts. Dammit.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Saturday, January 6, 2024
Fucking Waste To Go To A Coffeeshop
Fucking waste to go to a coffeeshop (for which I got chili, a sandwich and a Coke) to work on my receipts when I see that I didn't add the month of December to my day planner and therefore I didn't have any place to write the amounts on the receipts on. Well, have to look on the bright side, right? The chili was real good. The chicken salad sandwich was crap because the whole damn thing fell apart on me. Coke is Coke. And the babe showing off her belly was working again. Oh, and I saw a pretty exciting end of the Kentucky-Florida Game on my computer.
Labels:
best laid plans,
computer,
drinks,
food,
forgetfulness,
ruined,
self-hate,
sport,
waste,
women out of my league
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