Sorry. I know it's been a few weeks, my bad. I've been at work, slaving away at beaches, amusement parks, museums, movies and the like. When I grow up, I might have to get a real job.
Since I'm too lazy to give you a real post, I'll give you an Old School Timekiller-esque post.
Number of themeparks I've visited in the last week of work: 4
Best CD to lay by the beach and listen to: Commitment, by Lucky Boys Confusion. Songs about Jane by Maroon 5 is a close second.
Number of rumors that I'm getting promoted: 7
Number of times I've ruined that by calling my supervisor a sweat-pant wearing nappy haired bitch: 1
Song stuck in my head: Dammit by Blink 182
Bottles of Vodka consumed with ex boyfriends since summer vacation began: 2 1/2.
Number of family members I've "killed off" so I can get a day off work: 1 (But it's technically not lying, she did die. It just happened that it was about 6 years ago).
Number of cruises my sister got to take with her boyfriend: 2.
Number of cruises I've gotten to take, period: 0. (someone needs to fix this.)
Number of waterpark slides I've gone down: Roughly 2 million.
Number of waterpark slides I've gone down with a wedgie, thus baring my big white ass to the entire park: About 700.
Number of kids I had to save from drowning: 3.
Number of kids I wanted to save from drowning: 2.
Number of days spent so sunburnt I couldn't wear a bra: 15.
God I love summer vacation. If only I could add a tally of "number of drunken nights with Chris".