Hold it in your hand....

I am alive! Here! Yes!

The last several days have been... boring. I loathe my job, but I will live. It is money.

Parents are suggesting I select a computer. Gosh. Any suggestions? I'm vaguely thinking laptop. But. Not sure. See, a laptop would be good, since then I can carry it all over the damned place. But not having a desktop might be a handicap. And I'd need an external mouse. Hrm.

I think I've been scaring other drivers. Gesticulation wildly while singing lustily along with Monty Python is probably not good to do while driving. Eh. They'll live.

OH! I'm reminded. Was filing, and came across a company named something like, 'MBA Labeau Erections Inc'.... Guess what my brain immediately read it as? Yes. Remy markets erections. Viagra-Remy, new from Mattel! Comes with his own lifetime supply of Viagra, free!

Also saw a Raimist something or other, and thought of my RatChilde. Miss my RatChilde. *smooches*

I may actually successfully talk about X2 later.

Hrm. I should go do the whole feedback thing. There are deserving people out there I've neglected...

Gaze unto me...

I'm reminded. Anyone remember my lamenting, months ago, that the counter-guy at Arby's was flirting? And how unfair it was that I seemed to atttract the weirdos?

This has been born out elsewhere, but. Anyway. The Arby's Romeo, apparently, has many girlfriends.

We were talking about him at work the other day. He flirts with anything female. It's... vaguely amusing, vaguely sad. And uncomfortable for every woman who goes there.

And here's where the whole, "Appearances" thing comes in. This guy is NOT cute, handsome, personable, or even vaguely attractive.

He's ugly. Really ugly.

So, he's like a creepy stalker guy.

However. The proviso I sense is that, if he were cute, there wouldn't be so much trouble. Er. uncomfortableness or creepiness, or general, "Get him the fuck away from me!" ness.

I am considering writing a letter, except, y'know? Life's too short, and I don't like Arby's anyway. Much.