Had a bit of a run-in the other day and for this news we'll join our in the field reporter.
Got to see her again... the, uh... frequency is becoming a bit disturbing again. I hate becoming this social camel... the person who is cooped up in his house all day and night listening to the same CD hour after hour. TV doesn't work, but that's a whole 'nother kettle of fish I don't want to get into right now.
The pesimist in me always hints that, "Hey, maybe she's avoiding you!" The pesimist in me can go to hell. Why is he there in the first place. I don't see the glass as half-empty. I look at the glass and wonder, "Whose is this? Did they drink from it? Did they have a cold? What're they drinking anyway? I'll take a sip... hey! This is apple juice. I like apple juice. Yum..." Down the apple juice... ask for more. The beverage consigliere would then most likley retort, "Sir, that is not your glass..."
I'd stare back indignantly, "What?"
"If you'd like sir, I could get you another glass. There are plenty of clean glasses in the back. Why not wait here a moment?"
"Alright, now I'm gonna' get me some service." Actually, I wouldn't just come out and say that. It would be pondered... then I ponder,'This beverage consigliere is quite polite is he not? Wait, what if he's going to the back to tip off an informant with a bounty on my head? That b*****d! Wait... Mr. Pessimist you've returned... crafty dog.'
See it's a continuous loop. Wait, almost none of that needed to be in blue... if you want you can go back, non-regulars, and read any of that you want. Okay, that about does it...
Sorry this entry was a bit pithy at best...
~Kujo~
