it's me, scott.

yesterday afternoon, megan and i went to the olive garden for lunch, and i was sitting there eating my big salad (mmmm), and i got to thinking. how did people way-back-when decide what to eat and what not to eat? like, why don't we eat salads made out of leaves off of trees and grass and stuff? like, cows and bunnies and kitties eat grass, and it doesn't seem to hurt them, so i think some day i'd like to grow some nice, fresh, clean grass, and make a salad out of it. and maybe throw random berries off of trees in there and add some delicious vinagrette and server it for dinner! (of course, i would make liza taste the berries first, so that like, if she died, i'd know not to put those berries in the salad!). yum! come over for dinner any time, internet.

ack. ted was just standing in my cube bugging me, so i told him to go away, and he said "bite it off!" all hostile-like. he's pretty funny for a wombat.

(don't worry, only about three people in the entire world will think that 'wombat' part made any sense at all).

i have tomorrow off from work. i was originally going to go to indiana, because ray said "let's go visit smittengirl in indiana" and i said "okay" not really thinking. but, i stopped being smitten with her a while ago when i realized that i'm not really all that attracted to someone of her personality type (i mean, sure, she's a nice girl, but i just don't want to make sweet sweet love to her or anything), and then i was thinking. why would i want to spend 6 hours in a car driving to indiana tomorrow, sitting around on saturday, and then another 6 hours on sunday driving back? that doesn't sound like much fun to me at all, especially when i imagine we'd get there and end up not doing anything but like, going to a coffee shop or something. and i could watch ray and smittengirl just flirt with eachother and be annoying and watch them hang on eachother and whatnot. and that just gets sickening after a while, no matter who it is.

so. no indiana for me! also, no work for me! so i'll probably be bored all weekend at home, but at least i won't spend 12 hours in a car driving someone to indiana when he probably wouldn't have paid for gas anyway.

anyway. enough of that, right? right!

i have forty million more things to write here, but i'm sure i won't have anything to say tomorrow, so i'll save them.

love,
scott.

ps - i still can't find my checkbook. argh!!!
pps - i eat dog biscuits! haha!