Daily UPdate

Last night we resumed our secretive group 'JJC[D]HE' with an honorary appearance by Mike. We went to some Bulgarian place on Westwood. It was pretty good, other than NOT having my first choice of food items. They also had Bulgarian MTV playing in the background. I was also pretty funny that night too. I don't think the others appreciated my sense of humor as much as I did, but oh well; you can't impress every audience. And even funnier, on our way to our JJCDHE none other than Mr. Reeve pulls up next to us in his car and tried to spark interest in following him to his lesson at FHE, but we assured him that we had 'something else' to do that was much more interesting, but wished him good luck.

After a long evening, I made it home and had a lovely little chat with my roommates. I randomly asked Eric if he wanted me to move out, you know, just checking, and he is still ok with me, so I'll stay for a bit longer. Then I changed some light bulbs and then took out the trash. All this time I was desperately hungry for a snack. At the same time Eric was going thru old cereal boxes, so I decided to make rice crispy treats. They were so delightful, and warmed my soul. (the next morning they were harder than bricks. I think I chipped the glass pan they were sitting in when trying to throw them away.

The latest Water cooler talk that I'm starting around the office is that Collins and Lynn have had lunch already two times this week. I wonder what that means, (wink wink, nudge nudge). Today she was the one who asked him if he was going somewhere. Yesterday it was him.

The most frustrating part of today is that my computer program at work crashed at least 7 times. If I knew for sure that it had feelings I would choke it and then throw it in the toilet.

Speaking of toilets, and office: on friday when the cleaners came in they cleaned the bathrooms, supposedly. In my opinion they just brought every single one of the local bums in and hosed them off, leaving all the filthy stench in our bathrooms to linger, cause it still stinks in there like dirty gym socks and Bum. If the cleaners try doing that again, I might have to dunk their heads in the toilet and clean the bathrooms with their raggity moppy reggae looking heads. That will show them.

I'm listening to Britney Spears right now. (the music, not the funny crazy psychotic train wreck of a tabloid star.)

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