March 14, 2002 :: 1:03 a.m.
admiration food, inc.
Had a lovely evening with Adam. His android roommate actually went out for about three hours, so you know... score. Heh. I shall say no more, as it's that private kinda shit and I think you can use your imagination anyway.
I went out for ice cream and other nastiness at the ghetto Friendly's with Amanda. There are three within a reasonable distance from me: one that's just gross, the ghetto one, and the cool one that I used to work for. We chose the ghetto Friendly's because Amanda works at the cool one and didn't want to be there on her day off. Understandable. However, our waitress (who was really a general manager in training or something) massacred out ice cream order. Damn her. I wanted a caramel fudge blast, not a mudpie, you dimwit. And you didn't even make the mudpie right, if that's what you were going for. I don't know. You brought me this weird caramel mudpie hybrid. I haven't worked there in months and I still remember how to make all of it. Blah. Anyway. Much eating took place, as usual. Damn my fatness straight to hell. I'm not as bad as Amanda, though. She'd fellate someone for a tasty dinner out, and that's just a bit much for me.
My interview at Borders went... well, it went. That's all I can say. I was interviewed by some woman instead of the guy they told me about, but hey. She was nice. I think it went all right, but then again I could just be fooling myself because, like Amanda when it comes to food, I'd serious hand out some sexual favors to get a job there. She said someone will give me a call, so I'm giving them until Friday. After that, it's stalker time again. Dun dun duuuuun! Oh, I'm so scary. I know it.
Argh. I'm running my grandma all over god's creation again tomorrow. I do not enjoy doing that. If I had a job she'd leave me the hell alone, but since I don't I've become the official "grandma transporter." Lovely. So Borders, you need to get off your ass and give me a job so I can get away from this woman. I mean, seriously, I love her but I don't really like her too much.
Mucho sleepy. Bed time. Piles of pillows and warm blankets and one of Adam's shirts to cuddle up with so I can smell him. Mmm. I have to wake up much too early.
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