I’m a punk, okay? A big scary metal head punk (blacker as we call it in my hometown). Blackers should not be up and about at 6:45 am unless they’ve been up all night drinking and doing punk related activities. Hubby and I had to take care of legalizing his status in Israel, since he’s not Jewish we have to go every 6 months and prove we’re still together. Our latest idea was to walk in and start fucking on the desk to prove we’re really a couple! The thing is, you’d think the was we look and dress they would probably be suspicious of us thinking mike’s just in it for the citizenship, but the people there LOVE US! I don’t know if it’s the matching biker-club leather jackets or the ever multiplying tattoos but they love us!
Anyway I’m SO out of it, I got 2 hours sleep before work and am obligated to go to the Halloween party at Mike’s Place tonight after work. Should be fun though.
No sleep + Alcohol = Happy Coma
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