The one where he was less daring...

Yeah, um, so i'm blogging from work again, only this time i went a few doors down and decided to purchase internet time from a printing company down the street. Good times.

A few things:

Yesterday, one of the clerk's had done something different to her hair. she "crunched" it or something - i believe this has something to do with gel, or whatnot, but anyway - she did it. and it looked good! i really liked it. but - in order to be funny, and joke around, i told her this:

Lynette, what died on your head? (in the most serious, monotonal voice possible)

She did not, and i repeat: did not, take this well. She didn't get that it was a joke. It was, being that i liked her hair, as mentioned above. anyway, it took me all day yesterday, and some of today to get her to realize that i did like her new "do" and that she should keep doing it.

Another thing:

Hold on- crap - i had something else to talk about. I really did. Wow matt, way to freaking mess up. It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't on the clock. 7 min 30, no 27 seconds left.

OH Right - I just remembered 2 things.

First, the older of the two. The other day - i think it was last week - i walked out of the county office building, and while walking across the street, i saw this big pickup truck parked on the side of the road. Now this was one mother truck. It was all jacked up, and buff, and looked really hot, cause they made it sparkle and such with chrome, and a nice wax job. But the thing that really set it off, was the giant set of plastic testicles hanging from the rear part of the chassis. They were big, and one was hanging a bit lower than the other... I've never seen a pair of balls, hanging from the bottom of a pickup truck. This truck, obviously had style.

Second thing:

Another crossing the street story. As i was walking towards the clerk's office from public abstract (in the opposite direction as the last story) i saw someone pulling away from the curb, after being parallel parked there. They cut it a bit too close, and straped against the parked car in front of it. He just kept pulling away, but the passenger kept eyeing me down as they pulled away, as she noticed that i watched the whole thing. I remembered the license plate, and walked inside the clerks office. i hemmed and hawed about whether i should say something, but by the time i decided that it was indeed my place to take action and turn the bastard "hit and runner" in, the car that he hit was gone, not knowing what had happened at all. Oh well - at least i had plans to be moral.

crap - 40 seconds left. gtg byeeeeeeeee