1/7/2005

It's July already. wow... that means absolutely nothing. Yes, many of the few of you who read my blog might say, my birthday is in July, but that fact lies outside my perception, thus I am forced to ignore the fact that it might be your birthday, stranger. I earned sixty dollars waiting for four hours today, more than I have earned all week. I messed up a couple of times.
The last mess up happened in the kitchen, as I alternately stared at the three big slices of pizza left and at the small box they should be placed in. A small box will take four slices of pizza, you place two on the bottom and two on top, separated by a thin sheet of wax paper. This serves helps the owner spend less money on boxes, since smaller boxes cost less than larger ones. It's all about money, yes, the world is. One day the world will burn, the money will burn, and we'll go back to being monkeys.
About the mess up, I had full control over the first two big slices of pizza that would fit in the box, but the third slice slipped from the dish and down into the mop bucket. It was a graceful sight, but I feared I would lose my tip. So I told my guests "A most unfortunate incident has occurred to me, a piece of pizza was lost in the process..." and I tell you, rhetoric sure does the job...
About me, I prefer coke over pepsi, because the coke seems to have more bubbles and thus a fresher taste. But today I drank Ginger Ale. If you are wondering why, the answer is due to the fact that I have not drank Ginger Ale for a long time. And I wanted to see if the foam would clog my throat like the Ginger Ales in Honduras used to do. It didn't, and I came back home and tried a Yuengling Porter for the first time. It was good.

Peace out, folks, and don't stay up too late... Not many stores are open at this time, and sitting on your asses might get monotonous.