i lost

it's spencer's fault. turf maintenance has this game where you huck a rock at another guy's crotch and try to hit him. i didn't know it was a game. they missed. i asked if it was a game. they said yes. i said "fuck i lost."
they didnt want to play. they said that turf didnt play SAP games.
meh.
i wore a cammo hat today cause i had to go paint field lines at broadmoor lake park and there's lots of geese over there and i didnt want them to get mad that i was chasing them off the fields and attack me so i wore the hat so they couldnt see me working.
and then when i got back to SAP i still had two fields and track lines to do and while i was filling the tank on the painter and i spilled some and decided to make like white paint tribal designs on my arms. i was painting. i am the field paint warrior.
i got a lot of questions about the hat and the paint.
i said that i was going to go down to Caledonia and try to get some land claim money.
im glad i work with cool people because EVERYONE thought that was funny.
plus, most everyone who works there is already used to the odd eccentricity i might exhibit...
i have to work tomorrow. im the only person on tomorrow til 4. i have two sites to look after. bah. whatever, i have sand pits to rake, and a cart to build and 22 five inch bolts that need to be shortened to 4 inches with a hacksaw. the mechanics lock up the grinders so im shit out of luck there. my arm will probably die.
my friend julia is moving to peace river in august. we've been friends since kindergarten. i said "nooooooooooo." she said "you have to come visit me." and i said "but its far away, why are you moving far away?"
ok, well, it's not that far away compared to van city, and i know that i moved away a lot farther and a lot sooner, but id rather just come home and have people here.
im still waiting to findout if fuckhead and whoretwatfaceshitbagcuntlickerwhorebitch are getting married at some point so i can find him and hit him in the fucking head and tell him what a goddamn fuck up he is now.
GAH!
GAAAAAAAH!
high school drama should fucking end at high school. every fucking time i come home everyone asks me if ive seen/heard from him. no. no i havent. dont ask. im trying to not care. it works most of the time.
in happier news....
i have page friends coming to visit. did i already mention this? i feel like ive already said this at some point...meh.
anyway.
page friends are visiting me next weekend. fun fun!
um...oh...laundry. k bye.

i lost