this weekend

this weekend, i witnessed a gangsta youth throw an obnoxious, disruptive man nearly twice his size to the ground and all of mc donalds united to cheer on what would have been a hilariously pitiful fight between two men with no shirts on. an old man informed me that this is precisely the reason he carries THIS (producing, i shit you not, a butterknife that he had concealed in his jacket) and made little jabbing motions to emphasize just how he would use it while murmering creepily, "yeeer....like that... yeeeeeeah...."

also this weekend, i waged my very own workers general strike at cafe gigi's and won my full shift pay.

AND... i made little to no progress on my papers, whose deadline's are fast approaching. *sigh* whats a boy to do?

i mean, like, besides weep uncontrollably...