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I call this masterpiece “Don’t Touch My Sammich”. It has been brought to you by the letter L, a hungry Robbie and Adobe Photoshop 7. I think I need to order Jimmy Johns, cause I can’t seem to find anyone to bring me food. :(
Why the hell have I been talking about food so much? Is this the ‘interesting stuff’ that I found too risqué to talk about? Lordy, I hope not.
In non-food-related news, I saw a Cyride bus almost hit a deer today. In the bus driver’s defense, there is not a deer crossing sign posted anywhere between Kildee and Bessey Halls. :) That poor deer is probably still wandering the sidewalks somewhere, blending in with the hundreds of freshmen on campus for orientation with the same in-the-headlights look in their eyes.
Which reminds me of my other funny bus story that I meant to tell last week! I was riding the bus to campus last week, and the bus driver took a sudden detour into Cyride’s parking lot. I’m thinking, “Great. Bus trouble. We’re all going to have to transfer.” I was wrong. The bus driver parks the bus in the middle of the parking lot, jumps out, runs to his van, grabs his sunglasses, gets back in and takes off without saying a word to the passengers. That kept me smiling all morning.
Dammit, it’s probably too late to order Jimmy Johns now. I’m going to go find something nasty-yet-edible in the vending machine. I saw they’re out of my bagels AND my veggie burgers today. *mutter*
Responses to “Don’t Touch My Sammich!”
June 23rd, 2004 at 1:27 am
me again… it’s 1:30 and of course i can’t sleep after that extended nap. i wish i could have normal dreams for a night. ones that don’t make me analyze every aspect of it. at least i understood what was going on in the one i had while i was napping. doesn’t really make it much better though. and i’m frustrated with dreamweaver and my bank account. i know they seem utterly unrelated but they are. hope you’re having wonderful dreams right now :D
June 18th, 2004 at 2:23 pm
It’s gotta be a sign. No bagels, no veggie-stuffs, time to break out the beef and pork…