tis but a scratch
does anybody know how to make soy beans? i really want some right now. the desire is overwhelming, however i have no idea how to cook them. oi.
i hate that half the people in my work listen to country music. i have a fairly wide taste for genres of tunes, but country is just plain wierd. its too whiney: i lost my girl, i lost my dog, i lost my truck. i have, however, come to tolerate it. but the songs always get stuck in my head as if they were good or something. what the hell? theyre just so damn CATCHY! the country was blasting again this morning. i felt like i shoulda been on some prarie with a guitar and cattle. the one girl, cathy, who always puts it on has an 18 year old daughter named shannon. this amuses me, and so in the attempt to make friendly small talk i asked her where her daughter worked. "hollister". i then stopped and looked at her and said, "oh." she got all scared, like "what? what? whats wrong with that? do you not like that store?" i told her it was a cliche gathering for teenage whores.
how come nobody has come and met me for lunch at work yet? seriously. you get to come to an unmarked building, press a button to have somebody open the door for you, sign in so they know your name in case any drugs are stolen, then see me in my scrubs and whisk me off to a casual mid day meal. we will, however, have to be on a time limit of 30 minutes. keep in mind.
ya know what else i want... soup.
i hate that half the people in my work listen to country music. i have a fairly wide taste for genres of tunes, but country is just plain wierd. its too whiney: i lost my girl, i lost my dog, i lost my truck. i have, however, come to tolerate it. but the songs always get stuck in my head as if they were good or something. what the hell? theyre just so damn CATCHY! the country was blasting again this morning. i felt like i shoulda been on some prarie with a guitar and cattle. the one girl, cathy, who always puts it on has an 18 year old daughter named shannon. this amuses me, and so in the attempt to make friendly small talk i asked her where her daughter worked. "hollister". i then stopped and looked at her and said, "oh." she got all scared, like "what? what? whats wrong with that? do you not like that store?" i told her it was a cliche gathering for teenage whores.
how come nobody has come and met me for lunch at work yet? seriously. you get to come to an unmarked building, press a button to have somebody open the door for you, sign in so they know your name in case any drugs are stolen, then see me in my scrubs and whisk me off to a casual mid day meal. we will, however, have to be on a time limit of 30 minutes. keep in mind.
ya know what else i want... soup.