UGH
I received FIVE candygrams today.
FIVE!
One was from Reeve. That man's a doll, so that at least makes sense.
But one had no message at all. I have no idea what to make of that. My guess is that it's from the sender of the other three. Because the other three...
They're LOVE LETTERS.
LOVE LETTERS. The very last one says this person wants to meet me this evening.
Of course I'm bringing my gun. Even if it isn't a prank, odds are I'm still going to need to shoot someone.
And if it is a prank, I swear to Shiva, Reno, you'll be regretting it for the rest of your life. The rest of your life.
Because you just don't use candy to mess with a woman's heart. It's in extremely bad taste.
ANYWAY, on a much more disturbing note, Heidegger sent himself his usual "oh these are from all the women everywhere" baskets so he could brag about them, just like he always does. That adorable little cadet who was delivering the things went tromping past my office to his at least twice. Fortunately Heide no longer claims to get them from me. I suppose I can take that as a backhanded and vague sign of respect, like the lack of ass-swats, smacks and name-calling. Possibly it has to do with that time I explained to him what a Pear of Agony is, and that I know how to use one. (If you don't know, don't look it up. I'm serious.)
What makes this disturbing, though, is that he later posted a journal entry entitled "I'm gonna get LUCKY tonight!" (It's PUBLIC. Like ANYBODY would want to read that?!) And since I doubt
he'd be making a big fuss over ANOTHER trip to the Bee, that means there's ACTUALLY SOMEBODY HE'S SEEING. Someone he doesn't have to pay.
UGH.
FIVE!
One was from Reeve. That man's a doll, so that at least makes sense.
But one had no message at all. I have no idea what to make of that. My guess is that it's from the sender of the other three. Because the other three...
They're LOVE LETTERS.
LOVE LETTERS. The very last one says this person wants to meet me this evening.
Of course I'm bringing my gun. Even if it isn't a prank, odds are I'm still going to need to shoot someone.
And if it is a prank, I swear to Shiva, Reno, you'll be regretting it for the rest of your life. The rest of your life.
Because you just don't use candy to mess with a woman's heart. It's in extremely bad taste.
ANYWAY, on a much more disturbing note, Heidegger sent himself his usual "oh these are from all the women everywhere" baskets so he could brag about them, just like he always does. That adorable little cadet who was delivering the things went tromping past my office to his at least twice. Fortunately Heide no longer claims to get them from me. I suppose I can take that as a backhanded and vague sign of respect, like the lack of ass-swats, smacks and name-calling. Possibly it has to do with that time I explained to him what a Pear of Agony is, and that I know how to use one. (If you don't know, don't look it up. I'm serious.)
What makes this disturbing, though, is that he later posted a journal entry entitled "I'm gonna get LUCKY tonight!" (It's PUBLIC. Like ANYBODY would want to read that?!) And since I doubt
he'd be making a big fuss over ANOTHER trip to the Bee, that means there's ACTUALLY SOMEBODY HE'S SEEING. Someone he doesn't have to pay.
UGH.