First Entry
Hi
I figured I'd better post something in this thing before Noelle gets really mad at me for forsaking her beautiful work (plus shes been badgering me to death about it). By the way, Noelle you did a great job, thanks a ton for the greatness that is my live journal.
Went to take pictures with my dad today. Definitely was the most boring thing of all time. Does anyone wonder why crackpots are allowed out of their house? Example - I'm talking to this one mother who has a huge cast on her arm. Making small talk and whatnot, I figure I'll ask her what happened. Why not right? It couldn't possibly be something I don't want to know right? WRONG! The conversation follows.
Me: So, I noticed you have a cast, did you break your arm doing something work related?
Scary Lady: No, not at all.
Me: So how did you do it?
(she gets a mildly crazed and excited look on her face)
Scary Lady: Oh, you know, doing a karate chop.
Me: Oh? (completely freaked out and trying to cover it up) Thats... cool, hows the other guy look?
Scary Lady: Oh it was my beloved husband
Me: Your WHAT?!?
Scary Lady starts monologuing: Thats right, my beloved husband. He's dead now. What? Why are you giving me that crazed look? Ohhh you think I killed him? Nooo, it was his coffin. At the funeral his coffin was open and I couldn't get it to close, so I thought, hey lets try a karate chop. Clearly a karate chop is the answer to this dilemma. I will karate chop the coffin. (Starts speaking to dead husband with glazed look on her face) It's just a love tap honey, I promise. I'm just sending you off into the great beyond with one last go around. Instead of closing the coffin, I broke my arm. (psycho giggle)
Me: ... ...
(4 minutes later I recover)
Well thats a... huge pause... lovely story
See why I was frightened? Honestly these people need to be locked up.
I figured I'd better post something in this thing before Noelle gets really mad at me for forsaking her beautiful work (plus shes been badgering me to death about it). By the way, Noelle you did a great job, thanks a ton for the greatness that is my live journal.
Went to take pictures with my dad today. Definitely was the most boring thing of all time. Does anyone wonder why crackpots are allowed out of their house? Example - I'm talking to this one mother who has a huge cast on her arm. Making small talk and whatnot, I figure I'll ask her what happened. Why not right? It couldn't possibly be something I don't want to know right? WRONG! The conversation follows.
Me: So, I noticed you have a cast, did you break your arm doing something work related?
Scary Lady: No, not at all.
Me: So how did you do it?
(she gets a mildly crazed and excited look on her face)
Scary Lady: Oh, you know, doing a karate chop.
Me: Oh? (completely freaked out and trying to cover it up) Thats... cool, hows the other guy look?
Scary Lady: Oh it was my beloved husband
Me: Your WHAT?!?
Scary Lady starts monologuing: Thats right, my beloved husband. He's dead now. What? Why are you giving me that crazed look? Ohhh you think I killed him? Nooo, it was his coffin. At the funeral his coffin was open and I couldn't get it to close, so I thought, hey lets try a karate chop. Clearly a karate chop is the answer to this dilemma. I will karate chop the coffin. (Starts speaking to dead husband with glazed look on her face) It's just a love tap honey, I promise. I'm just sending you off into the great beyond with one last go around. Instead of closing the coffin, I broke my arm. (psycho giggle)
Me: ... ...
(4 minutes later I recover)
Well thats a... huge pause... lovely story
See why I was frightened? Honestly these people need to be locked up.