(...it's a Dead Milkmen kind of day...)

So, just a few quick things...

Went to dinner with Jess the other night and, just when she brought up the whole "living together" discussion, I was saved when two drunkards (friends of ours) flopped over to our table and managed to get her off track. I suppose I can't avoid talking about it forever.

Or can I...?

Worked at the restaurant last night and, when I was propped against an empty booth tying my shoe, some moron walked by and practically moshed me. In that exact instant, as my shoulder cracked from the contact and I grabbed the table so as not to fall over, one word slipped from my mouth...

"ASSHOLE!"

Yes, I called a guest an asshole. It was completely involuntary, I assure you. Sort of the way you say "SHIT!" when you drop your cell phone in a snow bank. As the guess scurried away without so much as an "excuse me," I covered my name tag (hoping that without my name he couldn't pick me out of a line up) and scurried away, convinced that either

a. He didn't hear me; or

b. He already knows that he's an asshole.

Either way, though I probably wouldn't have been fired (the managers love me, I'm great at batting my eyelashes when required), that was a close one.

And on a final note, I got berated for about ninety minutes last night for my recent diet choices. Apparently if I keep this up I'm destined to be a greyish-skinned waif with poor brain function.

So be it.

I'm already trying to weasel out of work tonight. I'm shameless.