April 14th, 2004

trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Happy Lunatic: Maniac

Got to talk with my Maniac today. It was Bad Timing, but he elected to talk with me for half an hour based on the fact that I'd be working this afternoon. Did tease him with the "[s]he's a maniac, maniac..." (of course, I broke out giggling), and we did get some nice talking in there.

Work, Shrimpy, rearranging the furniture, heavy lifting, roommates, cow-orkers, disgusting food products (eggs inna bucket, cooked and raw), kids, senses of humor of role models, and bad jokes in the workplace.

The guy really opens up when you talk with him right.

It was carpet cleaning day, so there was much with the busy and the noise.

He hasn't tasted the dick* yet -- he keeps forgetting that he's got it. Now that I've reminded him that he's got one, he might or might not try it.

I pointed out that it could have been much worse -- my father had suggested the inclusion of a black marker so that he could make his own. Much with the "I thought there was going to be something like that in there" happening, and the digression on awful senses of humor followed.

* Dick -- the spotted dick that I made said best friend for April Fool's Day.
running, bomb tech

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*preens self*

It's always nice to have a good day. And it's always nice to confirm that he does, indeed, like talking to me.

And this may well be a Good Hair Day. And I'll perhaps get a chance to flaunt my Good Hair at the person I'm sort-of-kind-of-not-really-but-yes flirting with.

Also, I need to do some careful thinking about the repeating date that's coming up on Friday, and what I want to do about it this year. I may well opt for my voluntary exile from certain shared activities.