This is what my t-shirt says right now. Snoopy has a terrible scowl on his face as he lies on the roof of his house, the sun coming up behind him. I love it.
I relly need a haircut. So, I'm going to find a cheap place and chop it off, ear-length. Easy. Because I hate days like today when I can't wear it down (too flat and lifeless), but wearing it up looks bad too. I'm spending too much money, but I'll ask Trond for more money. I need it anyway - food. I only have 250 left. So, hopefully a haircut is coming my way in the near future. Like this week or weekend.
Things that I don't like about the new intern Scott:
the way he chews his food (like a little kid, making that smacking sound)
the way he speaks (like, i mean, you know... and all slurred together)
his political shirts (not funny ones, but real ones - like pamela somebody for congress)
his formal way of speaking on the phone (he's talking to volunteers... not our board)
Random enough for you?
Good.