The Makings of a Good Weekend.

I'm supposed to be working a Speedstick sampling promo in Calgary right now. Instead, I'm hanging out in Native-land, at a casino, where, at 1am, no one is gambling, but instead, everyone is sleeping. The O-town, S-Club7, B4-4 and Good Charlotte videos amused me for a while, but gimme a break, something has to be going on around here.

As BabyMama gets some money for covering my ass under the table for this weekend, I will be giving out food with the Magician, who's already gotten me to run errans for him, and Girlie, who thought it was a good idea to wear heals to the ski hill... amongst others.

The hot tub chill sessions are rather amusing, and I guess the waterslide doesn't hurt, but overall the day's been uneventful and therefore I'm trying to start up some drama for none-other than my amusement.

Beefs:
-who the fuk wears high heels to a ski hill?!? For a girl who doesn't appreciate being called "Girlie" on my blog, or at least denies (for the most part) being one, this is fuking ridiculous. I might as well have worn sandles out here and then looked shocked when people made fun of me! -Mr. Cool, if you can't afford the bad habit, fuken quit! No one tells you to smoke, and having someone else buy your cigarettes for you is gheyness. As the roomie just bitched about that to your gf, I find it hillarious that less than 48hrs later, you asked for the cigarettes. At least Boss-man humoured you. That was nice of him.
-The fact that someone calls me at 8am and requests that I work that weekend frustrates me to the equivalent of a boy calling at 3am to get some ass. I said yes, I always do, but I am aware of my stupidity.
-And the room situation ended up giving me a choice. Like a 'which is worse' statement going through it over and over in my head, is what that was. I chose the one I could argue with, without it resulting in tears. We'll see if drama follows. (to be continued...)

-At least Jack's cool. (Yah the one everyone's thinking of, though he shows up sporatically) but the other one as well. I found out that we have common-opinions, and therefore am amused.
-And the green dye still on my hand from the night before still puts a smile on my face. But at the end of the day, I can't complain for being in the mountains and getting paid for it!