It smelled like French fries when I came in here, which made me want something other than what I have, which are eggs and tomatoes. I contemplated pulled pork mac and cheese, because I love both of those foods, but in the end I just went with my original lunch.
So there you go, NSV.
I am inexplicably down on the scale this morning, so may as well stay in that rhythm.
That shy little Spanish guy from maintenance with all the hair has a hot little girlfriend in production. I think it’s cute. She might be taller than him.
I always had that to my advantage. I’m not taller than anyone. Tall boys liked me. Average boys liked me. Short boys liked me. I had a nice wide variety to choose from. So many, many suitors.
I was so awkward and shy. I was not nearly as often approached as my more loquacious friends.
I was pretty, though. I looked like my mother. I am thinking probably I didn’t smile enough. Men in particular always seem to want me to be smiling more. Even still.
I think there is an actual reason for that. I’m not sure what it is, but I think there is some psychology and possibly even biology behind it.
It sounds silly and obvious, maybe, but I do think there’s more to it.
They’re bringing lots of food in here, like a cake and stuff. This might be a good time to go, so I don’t eat any of it.