Ketchup fights, and tickling, and giggling. OH MICHAEL.

It was so slow at work tonight that when venti three pump no whip mocha frappuchino showed up, I ended up talking to him for at least half an hour, ahahah! Omg his biceps are HUGE and he's tan and just so, so ridiculously good looking. The conversation wandered around from Chicago to college to writing and literature and so on, but somehow the subject of my coworker's age came up - she's 29 but she looks like she's at least 21, it's ridiculous - and so he asked me how old I was. I was like, "Uhh, er... you don't want to know, really." And he's like, "Nooo, come on!" and I said, "Well, um, well. Nineteen," and he was SHOCKED, etc. And yeah, how old is he? 30. GUYS I THINK I HAVE A PROBLEM. A pervy-on-older-men kind of problem. Which, really, is not so much a problem as it is a Fun Thing To Contemplate. HMM.

Whenever "The Crystal Ship" from The Doors comes on at work I have to try not to make funny noises when I think of my daddy shot your daddy in the heaaaad.

SPEAKING OF "BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN."

( Pretty much I will never shut up about this show ever. )

The Office was so fantastic! AAHH. ROY OMFG. ALjal;sjdfalsjd JIM?? I'm so proud of Pam, I really am. ♥

I just closed the shop at 10:30 and I have to be there at 9:00 tomorrow morning. Geh. Time for go to bed.