2004-10-27 - 11:09 a.m.
long hair, the library, meth overdose, uterus

so i'm in the 'puter lab and the tech with the long hair and the 'stache (didja like that? "'stache?" i bet you did) is telling us chillens to clear out of one of the rooms because a class is coming in, and as i'm leaving he mumbles at me, "look out... i'm barefoot." i am nowhere near his feet. he has nothing to fear. and yet... the announcement.

so that was weird.

and now i am going to give my impression of the VOLUNTEER LIBRARY PAIGE EXPERIENCE, just for darwin:

1. scary. these people are nuts. and retarded. i've had enough of talk about hamsters and boyfriends and the life sucks club and this "why are you just sitting there you dumb bitch you're supposed to be working and now we're not going to give you any credit and if we catch you sitting on your ass reading beverly cleary one more time you're OUT" crap. quite enough indeed.

2. tasty. the cookies there are bomb. as are the hotdogs.

3. rife with sexual tension. 'nuff said.

4. entertaining. despite my irritation at lupe and michelle and the other mildly retarded co-workers, talking shit on them with (hello!) darwin behind their backs makes it all worthwhile.

now i'm going to go look up what a methamphetamine overdose death looks like so i can write about it in my short story. wish me luck!

oh, and dear uterus: FUCK OFF.

- rachel

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong