Good... And Good for You

yesterday i rented a camera from rodney the camera rental guy. rodney works within the depths of the fletcher building. rodney takes his job very seriously. rodney asked me who i thought he'd come after if i damaged the camera i was renting. i thought hard and then said, "well...i don't have any money, so...my parents?" rodney was not amused. there is a lackey who works for rodney in the camera rental hole. he answers phone and eats cereal. the cereal eating lackey looks familiar to me. maybe i went to high school with him or something. in any case, this sense of familiarity puts me at ease with him. he is not ok with that. when i got lost on my way out of the camera rental hole, he snickered to himself (i've never heard anyone snicker in real life. i've only read about it in books). i turned around and said, "am i lost?" he said, "yes" to which i retorted, "ya, where were you on that, punk?" he was not ok with that either. today ...

i constantly hear boys whining about how complicated girls are. this makes me laugh. a lot. one of my friends is fully convinced that girls talk in some elaborate code. everytime a girl quotes a movie or refers to an inside joke he doesn't understand, he turns to me and says, "see! that's code." maybe girls are complicated. let me rephrase... maybe the girls who aren't me are complicated. i am not hard to win over. i'm completely ready to love my fellow man. all a person has to do is compliment me... and also give me chocolate. i like people who make me happy. compliments make me happy. chocolate makes me happy. and no, i'm not speaking in code.