Thursday, June 17, 2004
Bhavin (a kid who Fuddruckers hired after me) managed to lose/was unable to account for a hundred dollars from his drawer the other night. If I missed that much, I would cry like a girl.
I began using the Herbal Essences anti-dandruff shampoo, which works well so long as I avoid scratching my head. My face broke out with several massive zits, because I fell asleep on it without removing my make up. At work I sprayed myself with chocolate syrup whilst preparing shakes (not for the sheer enjoyment of so doing, though I have considered it numerous times); I smell like a Hershey's chocolate candy bar. That is my body's current state.
I think someone somewhere is holding Americans hostage right now. I know nothing else, but at any rate, sucks to the hostage-takers' assmar, I says.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:02 PM]