If I ever, ever, post about something from my life that is NOT stupid and pointless, but actually talking about myself in some way that I think people will want to know what is "up with me", just stop me, just shoot me in the face. I'll forgive you. The world will be better off.
I'm at Peet's.
Yes, that picture was awkward to take. Especially since I was right behind the bathroom. Who knows what kind of unsuspecting victim would come out and see me taking a picture of myself. If that was to happen I would have no choice but to make it as uncomfortable as possible for them.
Speaking of uncomfortable, there is some kind of "reunion" going on next to me between this guy and girl. I'm thinking it is something along the lines of, they were friends in high school and met again though some kind of facebook/myspace. I feel a little chemistry between them. . . awkward chemistry. If they start making out, I'm leaving.
Your head's too big it's taking up too much room, your head's too big, it grows like a balloon and it just might float away, and if you're unluckier than that, someone such as myself might come along, and it just might pop. It was an accident. . . it just popped. Your head's too big, it's taking up too much room, it's filling with hot air. You're making your own self swoon, you're in love with yourself. your head's so big and tall,how is it then your thoughts are small? Your heads so big and tall, You found yourself and lost us all. Your head's too big,it's taking up all the room. It's broken through the atmosphere, you're rubbing elbows with the moon
-The Ditty Bops
Okay, so today I had the best compliment of my life. It was intense.
I was serving this table (table 33 to be exact) it was a man and a woman. The guy was older, in his sixties, and the woman was maybe in her late 40s early fifties. I dropped off their food, and asked if I could get them anything else. They said no, so I started to walk away when the guy grabbed my arm and said, "I'm sorry, I just needed to tell you, you must know this, I'm sure you know this, but I just have to tell you that you have the most captivating eyes, they are beautiful, and sparkling, and just, just, just captivating." Then the lady that was with him said, "Yes, we were just talking about it, and you are just one of those people you hear about, those waitress who are discovered by famous movie producers and are the next big star. That is going to happen to you, I'm positive. I don't know how it couldn't. It's going to happen."
Once upon a time there was a girl named Emily who was very sensitive to caffiene. A very nice Peet's lady offered her a sample of a Pumpkin spice latte and Emily gladly accepted. Little did she know this latte would make her feel like she wanted to die. Soon her heart would jump out of her chest and he hands would be so shaky that she could no longer type and write blog posts for all to enjoy. It was a sad end to a short and full life of blogging.
And everyone cried and missed her very much.
On that note, hope everyone is having a great day.
If I ever start making posts about things that happen in my life that no one cares about. . . like what I ate for breakfast, how I'm so blessed to live in America, or what my favorite fabric softener is, and why. . . .