the entry that's a lot less mad

hello again, faithful readers. hopefully you started with the last entry and moved up, in the interest of going in chronological order. if not, it would behoove you to scroll down and read the previous entry before this one. otherwise you are so out of order. chronologically, of course.

so i'm working at pizza hut again. its great. i guess. in a way. i could use more hours, and maybe a raise. and less stupid measuring rules. but other than that....its better than anything else i could look at? and i eat for free when i'm working.

but yeah. i'm usually on the make table (where i like it best) and usually with a sampling of 4 or 5 guys -- one or both Wonder Twins (john and david roos), J.D. (the most sarcastic person i've ever met, including myself), matt (the really really slower than molasses newish guy...but not so new that slow is ok), josh (from anderson...he reminds me SO MUCH of one of my ex's-garrett-short fuse, homophobic, manner of speaking...) and matt burns (hilarious, worked there before when i was in high school so i know him well, he hits on me jokingly nonstop)...ok that was six. owell.

but the other day when i was working the guys (including some nonmaketable boys) got into a conversation about how many fights they got in as kids, where they were, the extent of damage to each fighter, how old, etc. naturally, since these were boys talking about fighting, it turned into a testosterone competition. naturally. we all saw it coming. yes. so yeah, they each tried to outdo the previous story, adding embellishments and "oh yeah, well when I..." my favorite was definately the last one, submitted by J.D. due to his overflowing sarcasm and quick wit i figured it would be good, but i wasnt quite prepared for what he was going to say. ***note: those who are faint of crotch should quit reading at this point*** J.D. went for the ultimate in testosterone and beat everybody's fight stories with "oh yeah, well i got in this fight with this guy, and i ripped his penis off. ***end warning***

yeah, you sure can't beat that. though if you think you'd like to try, please submit entries as comments and i'll judge them accordingly. the only real competition i think there'd be would come from dignal since she's just a plethora of creativity. plethora.

dignal fans--she sent jon a postcard at camp that started "oh dearest jon, lover of mine" and they read it out loud to EVERYBODY. the BAPTISTS. and then the guy said "wow, thats probably the only postcard i'll ever see that contained the word 'capricious'". he was very embarrassed. i told him i wish i had a postcard of a shirtless sweaty muscleman like they sell in florida. he freaked out online at the thought. it was blissful.

omigosh, i almost ran into a spider today. i almost cried. or died. holy manhood. ay caramba.

ok, that's all for this month. maybe i'll see you in july.

i really hate this computer.

and i definately should've stayed in marion this summer. i hate this summer. i have no friends. so if you're bored and reading this, i'll let you move into my dad's house in carmel for the rest of the summer just so i can have some social interaction during my stay. AND I'M NOT KIDDING.

current mood: cynical
current music: caryn went to bed. no more jewel. dang