thus, I returned

all day my stomach has been rumbling, and not normal hungry rumbling, but some rather disturbing rumbles. earthquakes. im sure jeff heard them.

i had this sudden image of my stomach rumbling, and then expanding, and then bursting, sending crap all over the place while i sat in my chair and died.

god people are stupid. i love it when women, older ones in particular, come in, and very plainly state;
"I would like one line of the six four nine, with one encore on it, please..."
well, ok, reading that you would think "what the fuck is wrong with YOU, emily?"
answer

its how they say it. like im a fucking idiot. i dont know. maybe i should stop assuming everyone else is smarter than me...can you believe it? there are customers who come in and prove that i really am smarter than some people.
hard to believe, i know, but its true.

oivay

i love that expression. its too perfect.

OW, stomach. wearing new jeans today, oh yeah, i rock. i love them...

god, my stomach!!! OWWY

i need to do work, frig.