Nothing Like High Fructose Corn Syrup to Start Your Day

Oct
22
2007

Customer: You’re drinking Coke for breakfast?
Server: Yeah, I always drink Coke in the mornings. I don’t know why, but it always wakes me up and makes me hyper! But I don’t know why.
Customer: …
My mum, my brother, and me: [collectively die laughing]

Nothing to do with the amount of sugar high fructose corn syrup and caffeine, yeah?

My fifteen-year-old brother isn’t exactly the brightest crayon in box, and even he said “Oh my G-d” before banging his head on the table.

Now we go back there to get breakfast all the time just so we can eavesdrop on this girl’s conversations and get our daily dose of laughter. Perhaps stupidity is good for business?

Also, grr at Site5 for the server and FTP issues I’ve had recently. Durga, the server my sites are on, was down for several hours earlier today and FTP still isn’t working on some domains, but not others. So far, since I switched to Site5 about two or three weeks ago, it hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing. I hope things get straightened out so I can enjoy my escape from DreamHost.

Spider-Squisher is an Important Role of Any Relationship

Sep
30
2007

Me: Hey, are you brave?
Ex: … No. Why?
Me: There’s this huge fucking spider and my mother refuses to kill it for me. So I’m hiding in my room.
Ex: Also, I’m not too happy about anything that starts with “Hey, are you brave?”
Me: Me either. That’s why I asked you.

Aside from that spider, there’s an acrobatic spider that resides in my bedroom; I can tell from the web that goes from one corner to the opposite corner, to the door, then across the room to the window, to the light fixture, to the TV, and then to both of my bookcases and then down to my desk.

My acrobatic spider and I have an agreement: He doesn’t let me see him and he lives.

Breakfast Conversation with My Mother

Sep
14
2007

My mom: You know Dharma and Greg? Well in this one episode, Dharma [...] and then, er, what’s his name? Her husband?

Me: …Greg? Hence Dharma and Greg?

My mom: … Oh my God. You’re not going to let me forget this, are you?

Me: Nope.