a little about kevin

kevin pugh, a fellow coworker at pizza hut, informed me tonight that there really IS such thing as a liger.

duh.

kevin's the 16-year-old problem child (we're not sure if he's on drugs (as in meth) all the time or just needs to be (as in ritalin)) that has a big crush on me despite the fact that i'm 6 years older than him. he mostly just stands around and talks to himself, or works too fast and ends up dropping everything, also while talking to himself.

but yeah. while attempting to make conversation with me tonight, he told me that during his research on "big cats" on the internet he found out that there really are ligers. i told him that didn't surprise me, i'd known that since about second grade, and that the liger isn't something that napoleon dynamite just made up. he told me he thought it ND had made it up.


kevin kevin kevin. i believe that afterwards he referred to me as an "anomaly in the matrix" and called me evil and compared me to satan and medusa.

kevin thinks i'm evil because i've captured his fancy.

a fun trick: if i stand and stare at kevin, he blushes furiously and shakes his head and swipes his hands over his face and ears like there are flies swarming about his head.