Wow, this week's gone by fast. I talked to the gay guy from the previous post, and he's immune to the Mono. Which is awesome. I'm thinking I was feeling bad last weekend because my wisdom tooth was giving me hell. It abscessed a few years ago, and since then it's gone back and forth from completely fine to horribly painful. Last weekend we were on a horribly painful bender. The weird thing is, it hurt right up until about 5am Monday morning, then boom, nothing. No pain. I fell asleep and was jubilant enough to go to work.
It crossed my mind ever so briefly to call in dead. But I've been feeling really good all week. I took on a new little kitten, I'll have pictures soon up on my flickr. They're already on my Myspace. He is very cute. I've named him Epoch, because that's my coffee shops name and that's where I adopted him from.
Alright, I have the sleepy. But, before I go, one quick story. I was hanging with a friend the other night, and we were both starving, so, we decided to go to Wendy's. Before we'd left, my friend was on a "I spent the best years of my life fighting for this country, and for what?" bender. Yeah. He was in the military. Something to do with guns, special forces. I don't know. He doesn't talk much about it.
So, we go to Wendy's and he orders some of those new chicken wraps. All the same, homestyle. The first one he eats is spicy, "This shit is spicy! This isn't what I ordered." I was quiet, mentally torn between suggesting we go back and tear someone a new asshole - but gas is really really expensive - and telling him to shut the fuck up and eat.
He laughed, out of no where. "I spent the best years of my life fighting for this country so that some immigrant I'm not even sure is legal could fuck up my order at Wendy's. That's great."
Sadly, I couldn't control my laughter. I told him I was going to write it down. Not that he internets, but, here it is. The best thing I'd heard all fucking week.
It crossed my mind ever so briefly to call in dead. But I've been feeling really good all week. I took on a new little kitten, I'll have pictures soon up on my flickr. They're already on my Myspace. He is very cute. I've named him Epoch, because that's my coffee shops name and that's where I adopted him from.
Alright, I have the sleepy. But, before I go, one quick story. I was hanging with a friend the other night, and we were both starving, so, we decided to go to Wendy's. Before we'd left, my friend was on a "I spent the best years of my life fighting for this country, and for what?" bender. Yeah. He was in the military. Something to do with guns, special forces. I don't know. He doesn't talk much about it.
So, we go to Wendy's and he orders some of those new chicken wraps. All the same, homestyle. The first one he eats is spicy, "This shit is spicy! This isn't what I ordered." I was quiet, mentally torn between suggesting we go back and tear someone a new asshole - but gas is really really expensive - and telling him to shut the fuck up and eat.
He laughed, out of no where. "I spent the best years of my life fighting for this country so that some immigrant I'm not even sure is legal could fuck up my order at Wendy's. That's great."
Sadly, I couldn't control my laughter. I told him I was going to write it down. Not that he internets, but, here it is. The best thing I'd heard all fucking week.
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