38.4

I would like you all to know that I am missing Clueless for this. But I taped it, so I can watch it later. When I actually have time that doesn't need to be filled with sleep.

So my day was alright. I didn't even speak to Satan/The Dragon Lady all that much. Those are actually Robert's nicknames for Carrie, but I'm using them for someone else. I had been at work for half an hour when she decided to take her break. Then ten minutes after she got back, I took my break. Then I did paperwork. Then Iram came in and saved me. So yeah, not bad. But I mean, she was still there for two and a half hours after Iram arrived, so I went to see Robert and Chelsea and make beach plans for next weekend.

Then I spent a while trying to figure out how to work the fax machine so I could fax Robert and Chelsea. The first response we received was "Faxed it the wrong way, lmfao" so I had to re-fax it the RIGHT way. I kind of fail. Then Iram and I wrote them a note that said "We are watching you" and put it into an envelope, addressed it to "Management" and shoved it under the Ripcurl door at closing. They knew it was us. The return address says Randy River, and who else would it be? We just like to be stalkerish.

Anyways, there was a five second power outage that freaked me out. I installed Flashlight onto my iPod because of it, and I couldn't find candles so I got an actual flashlight and I've been carrying them with me everywhere. I hate power outages when I'm alone. If I'm with people, it's fine. Just like I can't sleep in the dark unless someone else is there. I'm strange.

I should probably also mention that Iram went to Tim Horton's and bought me a Long John, just so she could say "I got you a long john. That's what she said". And we're both pretty sure we're going to buy "That's What She Said" shirts, because we have some right now. And I might buy a couple for Shoshana and the other one (I'm not mad, just bugging you).

Also, last night my mom was on Facebook, and then she was all "I have no friends on FB so your status updates are always there, and you're the funniest person I know. You should write a blog and get famous and get a book deal etc". Well, I have a blog. Not working, mom. She also shattered my dreams of being an English teacher. But whatever.

Right, so. Food. Meaning I need to give you a song.

Warwick Avenue by Duffy.



Have a good day with hopefully no power outages, rain, hail, thunder, lightning, or any unpleasantness, weather-related or otherwise.

xx