-  you know those little emails or bulletins that pop on myspace all the time from friends that tell you characteristics about people based on your birthday month, astrological sign, color hair, or underwear size?  why is it that none of them ever say anything bad about the people in any of the categories?  people born in january are sexy, smart, confident, and great in bed.  the thing about those things is that nobody ever reads any description other than the one that pertains to them.  read past your section.  you will realize that everybody is sexy, smart, confident, and great in bed.  so, how do you account for all those ugly, stupid, self concious, people that are a horrible lay out there?  where do they fit in to your little profiling?  once i would love to get one of those that says that everybody born in march is an asshole.  or that all tauruses suck in bed.  there is nothing wrong with mixing a little reality into your pointless blurbs people.

-  as i sat there today in the drive thru (legistlation still pending to get that changed to drive through) at mickey d’s, i wondered if i still had it.  that golden (arch) touch.  back in my days at the rock, i was a mcdonald’s mad man behind the counter.  i could do it all.  the only thing i didn’t do was the drive through (maybe people will catch on).  i told the manager that i was partially deaf in my one ear and that if i had the headset on either the customers ordering or my coworkers trying to communicate with me were going to suffer with my inability to hear what was going on.  i really just didn’t like to wear that piece of shit.  it was too fast food for me.

i remember the fast food fights that hamilton and i would have in the kitchen, not caring that we were going to have to be the ones to have to wipe the big mac sauce off of the tile walls later that night.  the big mac sauce was distributed in what was essentially a caulking gun and it shot the farthest of the three caulk gun style condiments.  tartar sauce was pretty good too, but the mayo sucked.  and you haven’t lived until you peg a manager in the back of the head with a chicken mcnugget from twenty feet.

it was making your own damn sandwich (ah, the double quarter pounder on a big mac bun with bacon) and knowing it was fresh.  it was laughing at the townies.  it was hooking up the cutie chicks since there was no other fast food in the town within walking distance of campus.  it was free garbage bags of ice for keg parties.  it was walking back through the dorm like a god at 1am because you made a ton of food (against company policy) before closing to take home with you.  it was fun.  if they paid me 50k a year and it didn’t go against my “i will never wear another uniform to work” policy, i would think about going back.

-  i picked up my grinding guard from the dentist today.  going to have to take it for a spin tonight.  its pretty compact and comfortable, but everytime i look at it, i just think retainer or head gear.  disturbing.

-  at this point, you realize that i truly am a geek.

-  high powered beer night at dolce vita tonight!  i saw the beer list.  and i don’t give a rat’s patooty what it tastes like, i am going to drink a few golden monkeys tonight!

-  the oktoberfest website says that it is officially sold out.  glad i bought my ticket two months ago.  i just need to find it now…

piece out.