The Shoutbox
I should NOT have clicked on that...

Sedai needs food...badly.
I now really need the #1 pizza in the world

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Oh, you think you're so outspoken and smart. But you're just a loser. And crazy. And truthfully, I never wanted to at my table. I was just trying to be nice. Because I'm a nice person. I do nice things for people. But I am actually glad you're not coming back inside. You freak me and my friends out. You make people uncomfortable. Stay out.
I didn't bring a coat but knowing my place hits my gut like a warm shot of whisky. That's all I'll need tonight. Enjoy your banquet.
Originally Posted by Yoda
August 13th.
Same day as one of my best friends. Also one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen!

And you have an affleck on either side of you. Hahahahahaha!
Oh, well that's nice of you to say, Joel. You don't think it's possible that you might just be a little bit of a jerk, do you? Or maybe you think a little too highly of yourself and play the humble card merely because you're too insecure to say what you want to, and only in desperation out of stupidity can you muster up the resignation to insult not only me, but my table, too? It's not all about you. My table seats more than one, and the seats are filled. Have fun standing outside. It's going to get cold later, hope you brought a coat.
Why don't you come inside and sit at the table, Joel? Well, it's a long story but if you really want to know why, I'll tell you. You bore me to tears. You bore me so much that I no longer have the creative well supply to endow myself with things that come off anything more than boring. I've become boring. My humor has been tarred and feathered. The only tap dancing I can do now is to figure out how to stay outside and not sit at your table, but since I don't have the energy, and nothing more to lose..well, there's your answer.
Originally Posted by jiraffejustin
Mozart thought it was okay to lick an ass.
Happy weekend

Dear diary...today may be the first day at a pizza restaurant. The owner is Greek, the wife shoots me weird looks, and the average temperature inside is about 89. I'll have to come in early on weekends to prep and order supplies and deliveries, be on call for maintenance, and answer the phone in a friendly manner with out yelling "A PIZZA PIE!!"
Mozart thought it was okay to lick an ass.
And what about a pizzeria job? I don't know. If it meant long hours and high stress, would it be better than dealing with an atmosphere so lax and conducive to gossip and thorniness? One thing is for sure, if I didn't weat the pizze all of the time, at least I'd be moving and not sitting all day. And my free time would have to be rode like a wild horse.