My stomach feels very bad
-Food Poisoning-
Today was pretty shitty. My dawg Gordon came into town, and as you might of read in his lj, we both got food poisoning. Mine felt like something was crawling around in my stomach, making mince-meat out of my innards, and causing me to spew every so often...not fun. Seriously. Really not fun. On the other hand, the day was not wasted! In my sickness, we watched Wayne's World, and Walk the Line. Not too shabby.

-What's wrong with me-
God, I don't know if it is laziness or what, but it is so hard for me to actually update this thing with a legitimate entry. And it isn't like our share of crazy stuff isn't going on to give me material! For instance, last night Rob had some chums over, and they got stoned. Seems normal. Was. But the conversation was top notch! Topics of conversation ranged from vagina transplants, to our new earwig pet Huey and his hermit-crab tendencies - seriously, the dude crawls in shit and makes it his home.

-Blister lady-
The other day, I was working in the shoe department at Mervyns, when this lady asked me for advice. She proceeded to tell me that she ran a race earlier, and that she had a blister that was bothering her. Apparently because I work in the shoe department, I'm all of a sudden fucking Doctor Schools. Before I have a chance to let her know about my medical inadequacies, the lady takes off her shoe, and puts her disgusting foot on cash register. She then looks at me like I should be impressed or something, and in a weird, revolting way I was. The chick's puss filled blister looked like a small continent on her foot. I advised her to put that thing away, and I quickly changed the subject.