So I wake up yesterday to find a note on the kitchen table from my roomate, Lilli, that is asking me if I would be a pal and escort her to her company's holiday party at the Convention Center. Of course, I can't say no for fear of being a bad buddy, plus I kinda had a hand in keeping her up for most of the night, you can guess how...
I spend a couple of hours getting a tie, socks, and my suit from my Mom's house, and having her iron it (I have, to this day, never ironed an article of my own clothing> Bitches, man, bitches). I don't know if y'all know this, but I look freakin' hot in a suit. This girl who handles HR at my old job was there, and at a few points in the night actually licked me. I have had a crush on her for like 3 years and probably could have taken her home and had my way with her if it wasn't for my stupid nagging conscience. Lilli was even calling me a pussy, and I am dating one of her oldest friends. What should I have done gfellow bloggers?
In further Milton news: I haven't written a blog in a while because I was depressed over what looked like Milton resigning... but he's back! He came up to the counter yesterday and we were shooting it. He starts talking about the people at the trailer park and then says something about "this one guy who's a little bit of a celebrity". I ask him, "what do you mean a little bit of a celebrity, what's his name, maybe I know him"> I think that he's going to say someone like Cactus Pryor or someone who's only famous around here. He answers, "Matthew McCougnahey". They're buddies.