tryst

There's this boy who rides his bike to 711. He usually comes in at about 3 or 4 am. He's always alone. He doesn't know I exist, not really. I have just the tiniest crush on him.

I jilled off in the bathroom at work the other day. I was ordering pepsi in the vault, and, for some reason, I got incredibly turned on. My boss came in the vault to do something, and I was like "Matt, STAY AWAY! I don't need to see anything male right now." So, I went to the bathroom. About 7 minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, feeling worlds better. Matt laughed when he saw how how flustered and anxious to smoke a cigarette I was.

Tonight we had a crab-walk race around the store. I was winning, but my arms got really tired so I kept falling and sliding on my ass, and the fucker beat me. It's okay though -- for the first time EVER I beat him in the daily paper jumbles. He didn't realize that "judgment" only has one E. And he couldn't get the word "erupt" out of "pruet". I rule...finally.

You must think all I do at work is flick the bean, crab race, and umjumble jumbles....I do other things TOO....I eat jalepenos, I put mustard down my boss's sweater, and I play lots of air guitar. So there.

Going dancing tonight -- alcohol will be consumed. Good times will be had.

Sometimes when you blow it with syntax, it's hard for me to take you seriously...but that's ok...I'm still hell-bent on conjugating your verb.

You love to see me follow my heart...but oh, you can't stand it when I trust my gut.

....constantly calculating the odds of someone understanding the irregular beat and breath of my miscellaneous....