Tired of Being Polite

The store I work at gets quite hot during the afternoon. Since there are no customers in the store 95% of the time, I keep the fan beside the cash register pointed directly at me.

customer: It's really hot in here.

me: It is.

customer: why is the fan directed at you only?

me: oh, this isn't for comfort. In fact, I'm a little chilly. I just look so much better with my hair blowing in the wind.

Bless You, General Mills

Finally, they have started making chocolate Lucky Charms. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the begining of a new era.

My Insightful Roommate

Me: my parents are getting a golf cart for their property.

Rory: the thing with golf carts is, I just can't see the Queen of England driving one.

Thoughts On Cereal

Everyone who knows me knows that I like cereal a lot. Maybe too much. I have started measuring my cereal consumption in hours rather than bowls. More than once I have lost track and ended up barfing a magical rainbow of marshmallows and milk.

I don't even know if I'm lactose intolerant or not -I often feel sick after eating cereal, but I usually eat enough of it for the stomach ache to be caused by the excessive volume alone. And I can't remember the last time I consumed a dairy product without cereal.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. It's not like I'm going to stop eating cereal or anything. So there's no conclusion here, just some musings: I eat a lot of cereal and I might be lactose intolerant.

I Made a Pun

Me: sorry, I'm whiny today.
Rory: You're not too whiny. A little, but not too much. It's a good balance.
Me: I walk the whine.