You don't know me.

You don't know me at all.

So yesterday, I had the pleasure of working with Dani and Alex at the same time. What a joyous occasion. The main story from this is concerning a lady that walked in... who had the worlds largest boobs. (well not really, because the lady with the 36 triple k's would be the winner of that category. but anyway) So I'm not going to go into too much detail, because I don't really want to talk about someone that I don't really know. But the main point in this story is as Andrew was ringing her up, we find out she's pregnant. I'm not exactly sure how we do, but it happens. So Dani turns to me and says, "Oh, that's why. She's pregnant." Apparently she hears this comment while she's walking out the door, and turns and says "Did you just say something about me?" And kind of looks like she wants to smack a bitch.

Now, at this point all Dani was saying was the fact that the lady was pregnant. Which was stating a fact. She could have just as easily been saying "There are people walking in the door." Plus, Dani whispered it, and Andrew who was standing right next to him, didn't even hear what she said. So even though earlier I said that the lady heard Dani's comment, I highly doubt she did. Further proving my idea that American's are so vain, they simply think everything spoken must be about them.

Also, while at work I realized that the new people must be afraid of me. Well, namely Petro. Because he doesn't know me enough to fully understand my personality. So he isn't aware that for me, writing fake notes from the President of the United States stating that Kyle Schwartz is an alien, is something that regularly happens.

I also just got a call from work saying that I need to go in from 4 to 9 instead of 6 to 10. Meaning I now have one hour to walk my dog, finish watching this movie, eat dinner, get dressed, and go to work. Also go to the library to take back the movie that I'm watching. Unless I just decide to finish watching it after work and take it back tomorrow. Late. Which I'll probably end up doing. Making my late fee $10.

Matt told me to blog about him. I'm not going to make a whole post, simply because I don't have enough to say. So I'll just say that Matt Peterson's name backwards is Wehttam Rehpotsirhc Nosretep. He enjoys long walks on the beach, and occasionally not wearing shoes while crossing the street. While it's raining. He's dating Brittany Mattheu. I don't know her middle name, let me ask him that now. Okay. Her name backwards is Ynattirb Elocin Uehttam. Haha that sounds like a disease. His screen name doesn't make any sense. And my foot is falling asleep so that's it for today.