Things on my mind:
-How many carbs should I be eating everyday? Kinda scares me that I'm OD'ing...toast is my new best friend and our relationship might be getting REALLY serious REALLY fast.
-Does anyone care that Madonna might be divorcing her husband? I don't. Does anyone care about Madonna? I don't.
-I'm going to see Carly Smithson perform next weekend and I need T-shirt ideas. Crazy for Carly seems waaaay too incredibly fifth grade level, so I need something entirely more clever.
-Smoking is bad. Drugs are bad. Crocs are bad. Stay away from all three.
-I got 6 hours of sleep between Thursday night and Sunday morning. This last weekend was SO much fun I can barely stand that it's over.
-I bought a new headboard for my bed and it's all kinds of sexy.
-Paint color samples are taking over my life. I need professional help...with painting, that is.
-Summer romance: wanted.
-Saturday night was a total creep fest: I was creeped out like no other on a seemingly minute-by-minute basis. First it was a semi-scary conversation that I had with someone and their freakshow story was, weirdly, similar to a past incident of my own, then it was a sighting of ginormous sewer rats running across a sidewalk I was on, then it was a scary YouTube clip that freaked me out for some reason, then it was huge nasty roach of some sort hanging out on John's couch cushion that was less than 3 inches away from my neck and face. So much creepin, so little time.
-So I went to lunch just now at Mezza (delicious as always) and woah, the rudeness of some of the customers in line was slightly out of control. I've never worked in the fast food biz but I appreciate those who do because I'm sure they put up with a lot of bullshit and nastiness everyday. I have a theory that "customers" get the most snappy when it comes to food and banking. So, I'm standing in line and there's this 20-something, black hipster kid who is on his cellphone while ordering. It's a Mediterranean pita place so they make your pita in front of you (like at Subway) so, this nice guy that works there...and I know he's nice because I eat there every day and he is always so nice to me and already knows my order so I don't even have to say anything, asks this punk kid what he wants on his pita and he's like "a LOT of cheese...no, MO' cheese! I said MO! A lil bit of lettuce, lil bit of chopped tomatoes...just a LIL. And Ranch....mo' ranch. Keep goin. MO! That's it." All of this was said with this impatient, rude, demanding tone. He doesn't even make the slightest attempt to say thank you at any point in time. All the while, the kid is on his cell phone (most annoying thing ever) while barking his order. THEN the guy behind me is this stupid office worker guy who is completely rude, but I don't know if he's aware of the fact that he's being rude because somewhere within his pissy rant he included the words "thank you" and "sorry." This other girl that works there was making his pita and he was spouting off a hundred different things all at once (in this pitchy, rat-like voice of his) about what he wanted on his pita, and when she said it back to him she apparently added a condiment by mistake...
Worker girl: Okay you want hummus, cucumber, feta, diced tomatoes, and lettuce?
Jerk Customer: Lettuce? Thank you, but I don't want lettuce, I didn't ask for lettuce, and I didn't say lettuce. Did I say lettuce? Sorry, but I don't think I did.
That statement literally came out in one long sentence. The worker girl just responded "Oh, sorry, no lettuce."
I wanted to turn around and say "Uh, didn't I see you run across the sidewalk just the other night? You know, you had a long, pink tail? Anyway, could you please lower your ratty voice down to a normal, human octave because all you really had to say was no lettuce, you ginormous ASS."
But I refrained.
I didn't want to come across as being rude.
