Bitches Be Hatin'

Don't ask where that phrase of mine came from. Blame it on Classic Pizza for me to acquire the potty mouth that I have. A few of my friends call me out on it all the time. I'm just used to the environment at my job. I talk about the guys I work with all the time because they are my only social life. I mean, really. I see the same guys at least twice a week. I see Wes every time I work. Except I requested to work every Monday ... in which Jake usually takes care of things.

Okay, so I have a sloppy crush on Tyler. That's true, I won't deny. I didn't deny it all night last night, and my friends wouldn't live me down. Jake is an awesome guy, but I ain't crushin' on him, too. He's ... Jake. He likes my work ethic. I have issues with his, but he compliments me every time he lets me go. Kevin is turning out to be one of my best friends. We talk about our lives on a daily basis. His latest update is that he's moving out of his parents' house and is going to live with his brother and Opi somewhere in Ann Arbor. His parents, whom have been treating him like crap lately, suddenly decided to be nice again. So he says, y'know? Zach and I have been friendless together, and have been pretty much since we first met. Kevin recently joined our ranks, but Zach and I are the original friendless together. I mean, those are the guys I talk about most. I work with them the most, they talk to me the most. Actually, I probably work with Dewey more, but we don't talk about as personal of things.

Oh my dear. I just can't let it slip my mind.

I don't remember when I said it, but I think Owen remembers it more than I do. Someone called or something or another, and I spat out "stab those bitches in the back." That is where I acquired my taste for that word. It's my go-to word. Jake tends to snap, "fuckers!" Kevin's changes every week. Mine is bitches. Queens, when playing war, are bitches. Jacks are players, Kings are pimps, and Aces are the PoPo. Emily and I were tired, okay?

So the guys at work know I swear. They know I say some weird ass things. Yesterday, I got a hoot out of Kevin. I'm pretty sure Zach was asking something of Kevin because Zach was sick and was getting worse and worse throughout the day. He asked him, "What do I have to give you?"

Me, being me, answered for Kevin, "A handy."

I have no idea why that cracked the guys up so much. *pauses* Maybe I do. But Wes was like, "She is one of the guys."

"She is more one of the guys now than ever!" Kevin said, or something along those lines.

Hey, I'm proud of it. Maybe it's a poor thing to be proud of, but the Classic Pizza staff is like my family. Kevin calls me bro. Jake said he loves me. We're all happy in the end!

Other than that, work wasn't all that eventful. Natalie decided she would roll a couple trays of my bread sticks. I went in at four yesterday, and Wes told me right off the bat to start working on them because there were only five trays left. I think, by the end of the day, only one of the fourteen trays in there wasn't mine. Not counting the one and a half Nat did for me. Now she's gonna think that I owe her. But I don't help people. Only Kevin that one time ... and Opi the other time. I helped Kevin with his bread sticks and Opi with scraping a buttload of trays. Kevin's fun to talk to, though. I'll help him out. Oh! And I helped Tyler the day Classic flooded. Because ... someone had to do it, and Tyler was pissed.

I left work about eight thirty, went home, quickly put together my Calc project, grabbed my shit together, scanned the picture of Batman Tyler, and went to Classic. I planned to give Tyler the picture of him on the weekend, but then I discovered that he suddenly had it off. Today was the only day he worked for the rest of the week.

On my way to Nicole's house, I stopped by Classic Pizza to hang it up so he could get it. When I pulled in, Jake's truck was there. He had either three or four girls with him, as well as Scooter. I know who he is, now. They were drunk. I pulled in, switched off the car, and screeched, "Jacob!" I don't ever call him Jacob. I dunno where that came from. He was so happy to see me. XD Not sure if it was exemplified because he was drunk.

"What are you doing here?"

I explained to him that I drew Tyler for a Calc project and was going to give it to someone to give to him ... tomorrow then. Today today. Just as I finished explaining, Tyler pulled in.

I think he was more drunk than Jake.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, walked up to his (parked) car. He found it a mark of a good driver that he was able to pull up so close to the bench without actually touching it. I practically had to leap over his car to get back to mine later. I handed him the picture through his window, even as he was climbing out of his car, and he took a nice, good, long look at it.

"It's beautiful! I'm going to keep it forever and hang it up on my wall!" I've had someone tell me they were going to hang my artwork on their wall before. I really should start taking commissions. He carefully placed the picture in his car and then wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I followed suit, but was eventually pulled into a big, warm, fuzzy, drunk hug.

It made my fucking night!

He has such a nice drunk hug. Lasted a while, too.

He eventually let go, I hung around for a bit, and was able to ask him about his tattoo up his side. He didn't have a shirt on, after all. He has a scar down his left clavicle, another tattoo across his shoulders, but the dude still has a nice body. Besides, I love scars. I have numerous small ones. His side tattoo says Scorpio, by the way. He spelled it out, nice and slowly, hesitating on the first o.

... when they come to my grad party, I'm going to have to force them to stay at my house. I can't let them drive, because I know they're going to drink. Maybe not Kevin, but I don't think there's any saying no to Jake or Tyler.

Anyway, I needed to get out of there once Tyler started getting all cannibalistic. He picked this one chick right up and started biting her. Once he let her down, they started biting each other. They were sunburnt, but the bites still left marks.

I then leaped (as in, sat on Tyler's car hood and swung my feet over the bench he barely avoided touching) over Tyler's car, climbed back into my own, and made to make my way out of Classic. I thought Tyler was going to walk right into my car's path as he waved (a lot) good-bye, but he avoided hanging into my window. I couldn't help but smile broadly and wave fanatically.

I have a crush on him, okay? That includes drunk Tyler.

Eventually I made my way to Nicole's house, helped with cheese fondue, and had a dinner. My mom was afraid I wouldn't have one.

Unfortunately, I couldn't keep my mind off of Tyler, and my friends knew it. For the next five hours they kept saying that I had a lady boner, and blah blah blah. I didn't deny any of it. I mean, what's the point? A lot of what they said was true anyway. Then Jess and Nicole go to say that I should just ignore the fact that Tyler has a girlfriend and the fact that he's almost exactly three years older than me, and just go for it anyway. They said I want the boom boom. Well ... now that gets a bit more complicated.

It was fun last night anyway. I kept losing the blanket underneath me, and I slept on a rock, but we had fun. I have no recollection of what we talked about anymore.

Everyone woke up before me, and kept bugging me. "Is it seven yet?" Because that's when I wake up! I don't wake up any sooner. "No," I grunted and roll over tighter into my blanket.