I want chicken. D:

We're going out later to some show. I think we're gonna eat afterward.

it wasn't like...real chicken, it was deli meat chicken...which is real chicken but..it's not like it was like...a piece of chicken I took the meat off and put on sammich, which is delicious too, but no....chicken plus cool ranch doritos....best sammich EVER. well, apart from like...leftover thanksgiving turkey and mashed potatoes on a warm dinner roll, or leftover chicken with nacho cheese doritos (it's a good combination)

Hehe. I love turkey and mashed potatoes too.
Don't make me more hungry now. Dx

I may go find something to eat now. <<

fresh: why don't you eat that cookie thats on your head. :P

I dunno it's been there for days, I'm not sure I'm trust that cookie.

quasievilgenius: your right, it might be stale. :/ I would burn that cookie then make another cookie and eat it.

xD

I wish I had some cookies and brownies. x3
Buuttt, chicken soup for nows. x3

I want fudz. :B

I'd use that cookie to fire the oven to make the other cookie...that way the cookie will have the delicious soul of TWO cookies. It's like double the cookie.

I want a man. :/

*gives mon a cookie, probably not an evil one, dunno*

fresh: momo wants a man too. ;_____; but she is to young and thee is no men around here...well there is but they are to old or to young. xD

-tackles momo-
Hai >:3

Yeah. I'm an ok age. But I dunno any people around my age out here. >w<
Except this one boy, who I might hang out with tomorrow. I dunno.
Hes been flirty with me but dunno if hes just a natural flirt, or actually interested in me. Or maybe he just thinks I have nice boobs. Which is true.

*is tackled* hi disaster. >___>

How are you Momo?

:rofl: does he stare at your boobs?

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J I Z: I'm good, just hanging out and watching bleach., :3

Momo;
Well...we work together you see. And hes friendly. And sometimes hes up near me when were alone and gropes a boob. o3o
Now don't be all SEXUAL HARASSMENT. Cause I honestly don't care. I don't react to it much. I'm used to having a professional mind in a professional setting..so yeah.
Theres a lot of "closeness" between us two [aka touchy]. But I don't like him that much. I do but its just i'm more focusing on friendship and hanging out and getting out of the house, but if something happens I wouldn't mind. I'm just not good with flirty in real life much. xD

Freshie....didn't anyone tell you?

Those things are exinct. Like dinosaurs and healthy food.

All the men were replaced by hipsters, bros, dudes, douchebags, and losers.

Oh yeah. What about the nerds though? ;-;

nerdboy.

geekboy.

dorkboy.

fanboy.

notice...no one says "nerdman" or "geekman" or "dorkman" because those all sound like really shitty superheroes, except dorkman, who sounds like the headliner at a lesbian drag show.

The only other option is "guy."

Usually the guys I meet are online and like over 1k miles away. :/

Except here apparently...with this boy at work. xP

yeah that's unfortunately not an uncommon problem. If you don't fall within a certain range of being considered "normal," or you find yourself in some way fundamentally different than the majority of the people around you, the harder and/or further you have to look to find connections to make. Sometimes, you get lucky. Sometimes...it's a long ass time before something close comes along.

Well its probably cause I have paranoia in public places sometimes. I'm afriad everyone is looking at me and judging me, what I'm doing, what I'm wearing or who I'm with. :/

also not a terribly uncommon problem...especially amongst the geekier segments of the population.

The only people whose opinions matter, when it comes to who you are, are yours and the people who care about you...and/or your boss, because he pays you, and money is the crux on which our entire society turns.

It's apparently difficult for other people to do this, I don't quite get it to be honest...but at the end of the day all you can really do is say "f*ck all of you and what you think." The only person whose opinion you should be worried about is your own...don't ever let other people try to shame you into being more like them...because in the end they're only doing it because they are jealous of your ability to be yourself when all they can be is someone else's follower, adrift on the winds of chance and popular opinion, which are about as consistent and reliable as the American justice system.

Yeah I sometimes I can handle it. Its just I'm not a tan, blonde, fake California girl. Which I hate anyways and do not wanna be like at all.