Affording the Rock N Roll Lifestyle

Greetings. Well, let’s see. I went to Kristie Kristie’s wedding yesterday and now she is Mrs. Kristie Kristie. It was a nice wedding and everything. Today I’m off to Joshie Josh’s fabulous nuptials. It ought to be at least incredibly entertaining at most the best wedding I’ve been to since I was 12. Oh wait, I’ve only been to one other wedding since I was 12 and that was Kristie Kristie’s. Hmmm. Well, the competition is on!

Jett is in town for the shin-dig. Ah, Jett. Back in the days of undergraduate I always had the biggest thing for Jett. There is just something about a Mennonite with luscious lips. I’m making him take me to the wedding, not that it’s that big of deal, but hey…I could get lucky.

Work continues to suck. Stock-boy or the guy who laughs like a girl no longer works there and the guy-who-should-be-British is on the floor less and less. What am I suppose to look at? I just don’t understand anymore. Grr!

Oh. I finished Harry Potter. And….well I finished Harry Potter.

Crap. I just wrote this thing, then accidently erased it. Crap. Crappy crap crap. And now I gotta go. Maybe next time heh.

Ah. Work. The best thing ever. I swear. Okay. Here’s the poop on my work. There are a bunch of new guys working there. There is the girly-guy (sometimes he looks like a girl), the guitar guy (he plays the guitar and has strange hair), the what’s-going-on-guy (due to the fact that he always looks confused, and my old flatmate. So I’m having more fun–there are actual people to talk to now. Whereas before not so much. In fact I was called stupid by one of said people because I looked at him strangely after he said, “metphorical type of language.” Does anyone know what that even means? He suggested that I take a literature class at KU. Silly old man.

That high school guy’s name is Daniel Bone. He looks exactly like he did in high school. And he was a loser. He wasn’t even in the crappy things like debate or band. Geez.

Oh hey. If you want to watch me suffer everyday at 6pm (central standard time) tune into the cam. that’s all for now peoples.

I’m so proud of me. I finally started putting the infamous personal ad responses on the web. They are awesome. You have to check it out. Otherwise not much going on. Reading Harry Potter and enjoying Irn-Bru. Yum Irn-Bru. K….must go forth and conquer something.

Well. Just went to the airport with my mum to pick up a friend of hers and I saw Mr. Coach Williams. That was cool. He said hi and everything.

Um…let’s see. Oh yeah. I got freaked out at work today. This kid said that he knew me. Apparently we went to high school together, but I have no freaking idea who he is. Oh well, obiviously he was never an outlet for my affections. He’s not a looker now, and kind of freaky. I don’t want to think about it anymore.

By the way. Whoever is calling me. I work everyday from 7am to 3:30pm. So please call at other times, or leave a message and I’ll call you back. I promise, swear to dog. Cross my fingers and hope to lie. Ok. Very sleepy. Laters.

Ok. Things are happening in town. Mainly laughter, but still they are happening. So my friend has decided to give web-dating a go. For those of you who know about my obsession with this just go with me here. Seeing how I place ads just for fun. Eventually I’ll even have a site with the replies I get—they are funny. Look for my new ad in the Metropolis; it’s awesome. Anyway, my friend put this ad in and I think he is serious, so everyone: please laugh. And then respond at will, because this guy is not actually like that at all. Let the laughter ensue now. Aw, crap. It won’t let me give you a link straight there. Well, here’s instructions. You are a woman seeking a man between the ages of 18 and 35 in the zip code 66049. He should be the first one there. ChefKDogg. That’s the one.

Ouch! That’s all I really have to say. Man….I really hurt. I started Red Dog’s Dog Days on Tuesday. And I even went back today. Ouch! I am very tired. It is a good thing. I decided that if I can do this maybe my idea for a Halloween costum will work out. It’s a secret…I’m not telling you yet. So there is this other guy at work. I like to call him pseudo-British guy. He looks like he would be British, very Manchester. However, upon hearing him speak he is definately not British. In fact he is probably from someplace lame like Kentucky. He is still hot though and I like to pretend he is actually British–you know me and my obession with the UK. Alright…it seems that dinner is about to be served and you know that I love pickles so I’m off.

Factory Bliss. The name of a book that will never be written due to the laziness that is myself. Chillin over at my mate’s house. Ok, it’s an apartment, one room….very small with crappy storage space, but it is all his; whereas I live at my parents. We’re getting ready to cook some bad-ass chicken delicious. We had to cruise Target for an hour because of my pictures. I finally have my role from spring break back and actual photos of the Scottish Contigent. If I miss spelled anything please note my laziness because dictionary.com is way too much work. You can look up my mispellings and get back to me. Anyway Greg bought a new razor…it’s all fancy. So now he can clean up for the ladies. And the ladies are all in line too, they have to take numbers and everything. Now servicing number thirty-seven. Ah…the chicken is defrosted, off to the kitchen. Wow, three steps and I’m there. Laters.