Monday, March 29

rule #17

rule #17 for supper out with the softball team.
-don't suggest telling the waiter its someone's birthday (so you can hear the cool spanish birthday song and eat ice cream) and then leave the table...

according to Leslie, i'm fun to stalk and she would read my blog, had i a blog. so here goes. :)

this weekend someone told me i was the most impulsive person they'd ever met. i'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult, or just a fact. i just don't get it. i mean i realize that i have a tendency to interrupt the calm flow of a conversation, but i'm pretty sure it's because i have a loud voice, and i catch people off-guard. i like to think that my outbursts are somewhat rational and typically go right along with the conversation. but i guess normalcy is in the eye of the beholder?

i'm not a fan of tough decisions. at all. i'm a fan of the office and chocolate milk. anything more involved than that seems like a waste of my time. which i'm sure is a naive teenage attitude about the world, but for now i'm okay with that.

what do you say in a blog? is this good? ha. i dunno... but what i do know is that i'm craving some chocolate milk. and i have a new favorite office quote.
i'm always thinking one step ahead. like a carpenter...who builds stairs.