Conversation with Byron, a few minutes ago (I turned down his offer of a tattoo-parlour receptionist, but said I'd temp if they needed it; he asked if I was feeling better than I had been a few days ago, I blamed it on Jenn):
Byron: I got dragged out of a building by 10 guards once.
Me: What did you do?
Byron:You won't believe me.
Me: Oh go on.
Byron: Juggling.
Me: Juggling what?
Byron: ... Stuff.
Me: WHAT STUFF.
Byron: Machetes...
Today was good. Not quite as blissfuly vindictive as yesterday, but still good. Several customers thanked me for good customer service, or tipped me, or I chatted briefly with my "regulars" (who asked how I was and stuff) in Jenn's presence :) No way I could have fixed all that.
I want a girl who will laugh for no one else...
Got a mean-ass work day tomorrow, 8.5 hours. Longest I've had since V-day. And my butt's gonna hurt, cuz I biked down today and didn't use the saddle-pad. AND the regional manager or whatever's going to be in (in theory; he's already missed two visits.)
And if you see her, tell her it's over now!
As we can tell, I started a Weezer-kick last night and started downloading my favourites from "Pinkteron" and "The Blue Album." Wish I had recordings, so I could play Weezer at work. That would piss Jenn off too.
Readin' "Moving Pictures", sort of
Listenin' to "No One Else" (in my head)
Thinkin' about MILK!
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