Day 379

I have been avoiding meeting new people in my building. By avoiding I mean not going to orientation-y events or going out of my way. But, this morning, I sat next to a new guy from my building. Not only did he make pterodactyl noises he also ate an entire breakfast and then went back up to get two muffins which he dipped in peanut butter (btw, when he realized on of them was carrot he quit eating it, I am pretty sure he hates vegetables). After he ate the muffins he went back up and got a bagel that dripped jelly all over the table. He also has the longest name I have ever seen. He smokes--a ton. And, he is flaming. Guess I made a new BFF.

Let's see...what else happened today? I went to work at the pub and got yelled at by the boss man. Then, after I was like, 'What the hell?' to all the employees he came and apologized to me and kept apologizing to me all day. I don't mind getting yelled at a little if it means that I will spend the rest of my day getting doted on. At least I'm not the one who did the senseless yelling...for once.

This evening I spoke with my mother on the phone. I think it's hilarious that every time I talk to her she is the one to say, "Okay, well I have to get going now." Anyway, before she ditched me she read me my fall horoscope. Apparently, I am going to find love between September 14th and October 28th. Another major topic was her upcoming (in friggin March) birthday. I suggested a bouncy room and a petting zoo. She seemed more worried about having enough margarita buckets and beers. At least we can both agree on the Taco wagon and cake ideas.

I caved today. I ate the damn chicken dip. The chicken dip is basically breaded chicken breasts cut into fish stick shapes, covered in cheap cheese, and drenched in honey mustard. I didn't even realize that my consumption of the chicken dips had gotten out of control until the guy at the coffeeshop I frequent (the home of the chicken dip) saw me one day a couple weeks ago and said, "Chicken dip?" The guy doesn't even know my name. Today I went in to find him working. It's been a couple chicken dip-less weeks so I thought he'd forgotten about my addiction. I asked him, "What am I having?" He pointed to the chicken dip. I said, "Yes, but it's been a long time, right? I haven't had a chicken dip for like two weeks now." "You deserve it," he said. I need to quit hanging around places with enablers like that.

I have just completed an experiment. Result: It doesn't matter if I only see the last few minutes of Extreme Home Makeover I still tear up. If there was ever a person who truly believes I am a heartless bitch only needs to see me ball my face off watching television.

Tip of the Day: Watching That 70s show will not improve the quality of your life.

-Canadian Castaway