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Okay, I just have to take care of a few minor Internet discrepencies here.
This first message goes out to Boob #1: I AM NOT A TREKKIE! IT'S A JOKE!
Boob #2: Of course I heard "Crazy Train!" I even know who Randy Rhodes is. Was. I didn't just fall off the cabbage truck!
Gosh, you people. Think I'm a chimp don't you?
Hee hee hee. That's my new favorite word now. Boob.
"Huh uh, huh uh. He said--"
So there I am at Borders tonight. (Yes, I know how to read thank you very much.) I'm browsing around and I go to see what's up with Ball And Chain by the magazines. She's giving me THIS LOOK. So I give her THIS LOOK like, "What?! What?!" And she keeps giving me THIS LOOK and now she adds these head jerking movements towards this person reading a magazine in front of her. Then I realize. Holy shit on a lollipop, it's Druggie and he's in the exact same place as he was the last time I accidently spotted him at Borders! So of course I go hiding behind an aisle until he finally walked away and I could make a cool exit.
I am so bad at reading those silent-female-eyeball-signals it ain't funny. I told Ball And Chain, next time she sees Druggie, instead of doing that eyeball thing that I just can't translate already, she should pretend she's smoking a crack pipe. That'll work.
Actually tonight was a lousy Borders visit entirely. I found a book I really wanted but then I remembered that I had a 15% off coupon so I put it back. I figure I'll just make another incovenient, time-consuming trip later. I am such a fucking chink.
Wow. Spunker's fucking groovin' now! Suddenly this Real World shit gots the whole place going ape-shit. This is turning into a fucking job man!
Last summer, the beverage of choice at the Spunker offices was Sobe. In fact, you could probably tell a lot about a person by which type of Sobe they drank. Somewhere along the way though, the Sobe craze died down and now it's just Pepsi Pepsi Pepsi Lipton Ice Tea.
I was buying smokes from 7-11 tonight and I decide to buy a tastey beverage as well. I look in the freezer and now there's a whole shitload of new types of Sobe drinks. Okay, three actually. One of em was called Ji (I think), the other was Zen (I think). I can't remember what the third one was but that's the one I bought. According to the label, it was supposed to enlighten my spirit which is in turn, is supposed to improve my health. (With all the coldness and my suddenly stuffy nose, I'm having relapse-paranoia.)
So anyway, I drank the third one and you know what? It tasted pretty darn good. According to the label, it contained kava kava root and all this other shit but it kinda tasted like a sweetened, cold green tea. Not bad. $1.29.
They also still had the limited edition winter Sobe. That one's this white, milky color and it's supposed to protect and cure colds and flus. It's also fucking nasty. Just go to the doctor and get real drugs.
By the way, did I already mention that my doc said Dayquil and Nyquil is basically the same thing and they're both basically Sudafed? He also told me that Tylenol and all that other shit basically ain't gonna do jack to help your fever. If anything, he said Advil might help A LITTLE... Other than that, you're screwed.
So anyway, I drank that enlightening spirit Sobe. Does my spirit seem enlightened? Hmm... Maybe not. I just called two perfectly nice people "boobs." Definitely time to try and sleep.
I was watching The Game again cause I gotta start work on those chapters for my fiction class. I'm a tad worried though. The similarities between my main character and the Hairy Editor are actually kinda shocking. The level of pretentiousness is dead-on and the things coming out of the main character's mouth is practically the same shit that comes out of Hairy Editor's-- verbatim. The question is, since he seems to know everything, wouldn't he realize the line between reality and gentle satire? Probably not. Gosh. I hate dealing with these mortals.
Spunker
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