friskin

Work today. Jan encourages me to sit around and look pretty, but I find that filing for six hours straight actually isn't that bad. In a way, I feel like all the bending and stretching I did makes up for not exercising these past couple weeks. Add that to the list of things I miss about being at school. It's fun at the office. I think they think I'm more uncomfortable than I actually am. I'm really laughing on the inside, though.

Today's lunchtime conversation included:
Would you date a...
...person with a prosthetic leg?
...midget or dwarf?
...person who is morbidly obese? (How morbidly obese?) (More than 400 pounds.)

These are the kids I hung out with in highschool.

Tammy's dad came to eat with us. He relayed a story about how when he was nineteen he was in the middle of "hooking up" with a chick when he noticed her hairy legs and her hairy chest and her hairy face. And he "kept going." He wouldn't devulge many more details because we were in "mixed company," a.k.a. Innocent Little Ol' Me. Kind of ironic, considering that out of all of them, I'm the craziest collegiest crazy college kid. I guess that doesn't matter when you're constantly being looked at as someone's daughter. Not that I mind that much. I'm good at playing the roles I'm placed in.