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Looks like I'm going to take the go kart job. The pay isn't stellar, but it should be fun for a while.

In other news, I'm considering drinking myself into a coma/premature death tonight. Anyone want to watch? I'm sure it will be an amusing time for all.

Lastly, you know that one girl at the bookstore? The one that's only a couple of inches from being able to look you in the eye and yet is so willowy and athletic that she's probably no bigger around than your thigh. The one with the cute little black pixie cut and the black-framed glasses. The one that wears that cute mix of preppy, jock, and girl that only some girls can ever pull off and yet you can see the imprint of nipple bars under her too tight pink Puma sweater. The one that you only want to get her at the counter if you're buying an appropriately brainy magazine or book--definitely not superhero comics--because you've heard her discuss Pynchon and obscure foreign films with other customers.

Yeah, that one.

What's better than having a fun discussion about Batman cartoons and upcoming summer blockbusters in the stacks only to have her lick her lower lip nervously and huskily whisper, "Come back soon," as she's called away?