One-sided conversation

A real conversation overheard in my office (aka the newspaper, not the Apple store)

(A cell phone rings and co-worker picks up. Please be advised that this is just HIS half of the conversation...I have no idea what was said on the other end...)

"Hello?"

"You fainted?"

"You mean, like you passed out or you just fell asleep?"

(And then he left the room.)

Pat is a hater.

You might not be able to appreciate this if you have never used Photoshop, but then again, maybe you can.

Pat doesn't like it. Whatever. We're in the biggest fight ever.

Feeling kind of non-bloggy

Yesterday, I got real sick. Which is why there was no blog. I still feel real sick today, but I came to work because I can sit on my ass and watch tv on my computer. Which pretty much is what I would be doing if I stayed home. Only I would watch on an actual tv, not a computer.

This blog is pretty boring, but whatever.

I am too sick to care.

Twisty-twist

I dyed my hair on Sunday. For those who don't know, I have been dying it consistently since 2001. Honestly, I have no idea what my "real" hair color is.

It's pretty much black now. But that was on accident. It was supposed to be dark brown. Yeah...not so much. It ' pretty cool though because it has shades of blue and purple in it, but that's just a nice side effect.

Today, I twisted it back into little mini buns/twisty things all over my head. I don't have a pic, which sucks.

And I don't know why I'm blogging about this because it is stupid.

Sports

I know I said I was taking Sundays off, but I forgot to blog yesterday because, well, I forgot.

So I'm blogging today.

Pretty much, though, I don't have anything to say. Except I'm taking up a new sport. Really. Don't laugh. Very much.

Overly confident geeks

If you have been following my blog for any length of time, you know that I work part-time at the Apple Store. I have really enjoyed it, but the crappy part about most of the single guys who work there easily qualify as overly confident geeks.

Perhaps this explains why they work at Apple. They are really good at techy stuff. But because they are finally good at something perceived as cool, they also think that they can pick up chicks. and by chicks, I mean: me.

Whatever.

I currently refer to two of these guys as 'creepy guy' and 'fired guy,' because one is creepy and the other got fired from Apple a couple weeks ago. They keep telling me that they'll wear me down, that I'll give in (to a threesome?), "Things happen, you know..." And all I have to say is, "Ewww...you're creepy. Get away. Get a life. And quit telling me to start smoking weed."

The end.

Chocolate

This makes me laugh. Which means I am probably a sick individual.

But you knew that already, didn't you...