So right outside my apartment bedroom window is a bunch of workers that arrive at 8:30 everymorning to sandblast and mainly make a load of FUCKING NOISE. But you see I can't really complain because most people are out of the house by 8:30, so it's not really their fault, although some guy did yell SHUT UP out of the window the other day. They asked him what was wrong and he told them that he worked here (not sure which building he's in?) and that the constant banter and chattering from them was driving him nuts. Yeah man that was smart, because as soon as that little episode was over, they continued to scream, shout, yell, whistle, pretty much anything so that the noise level was a high as possible.
Alrighty then well I'd better go, actually this evening I have a spa thing, designed exclusively for bartenders which is kind of funny considering I'm not, BUT they offered it to lots of clubs/bars around the city, so it sounds like fun, get myself a free mani/pedi...FANTASTIC.
Right then off I am, oh yeah HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER, no not my mother, my pal Mother, not sure how old he is today, but he always looks hot, so you have a good day my friend.