geekwithaguitar

okay, update on the wierdo drunk girl who showed me her tits: despite my reservations against calling her (because i'm not really down with stupid, wasted, hippy drug addicts, even if they're cute and show me thier tits) i decided i HAD to just to see if she remembered me. so, here's the conversation, verbatem:

me: hi, this is ryan, you met me the other night at steve's party, do you remember me?

girl: yeah

me: so what are you up to?

girl: sitting by the phone.

me: umm, yeah. what are you up to this week?

girl: going to school.

me: right, right.

.....think she was high? maybe. probably. definetly. ha ha.


so, i'm looking for a new job. nothing's really wrong with the one i have now, but i'm kind of getting bored. i've pretty much squeezed out all of the culinary knowledge that the place has to offer, and there's no room to move up. the kitchen is small and the managers aren't going anywhere.

i gave myself a haircut yesterday. it looks quite fine if i do say so myself. and i do.


out.