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Watching some video on M2 with a bunch of hotties in bikinis. (Apparently its the Stereophonics' "Have a Nice Day") I think it has Kari Wuhrer in it. She's yowza!
Anyhoo, pretty hum drum weekend. Friday I went out to eat with Scott, Phat Joe, Yunis, and Data Vortex at some place called the Brickery. Got a burger and my usual onion rings with a side of mayo to dip it in (delish!) Anyways, I think people were scared of us, since it was a somewhat fancy place and Data Vortex was looking all trenchcoat mafia. Strangely enough, Chris, Krug, Jason and friends ate at the Longhorn close by. Came back home in time to watch my Dark Angel tape, then went to work.
I then went to work, which was all fine until the prism complex started acting fooed. I feel sorry for weekend day shift because they dealt with it in the morning and also with the 116 ups frying. Ack!
Sunday, went with Scott to the Earl. His friends Ben (Old Gold Ben, i.e. Temple's finance, not Mr. Hsieh! Uncle Ben wouldn't cross the street to spit on Scott if he was on fire!) and Marshall were celebrating their birthdays (though it wasn't either's berf-day that day). I had another burger and more onion rings with a side of mayo. That Marshall guys gf (Molly?) came up to me and tried to make small talk. I felt kind of bad because I didn't really reciprocate. I mean, I didn't know if The Loaf voted this place as having the best burgers in Atlanta. I'm just no good at talking with people I don't know cold. I'll listen to a conversation and interject a point if there's something relevant, but I'm more comfortable with someone else leading a conversation if I don't know them.
Anyhoo, pretty hum drum weekend. Friday I went out to eat with Scott, Phat Joe, Yunis, and Data Vortex at some place called the Brickery. Got a burger and my usual onion rings with a side of mayo to dip it in (delish!) Anyways, I think people were scared of us, since it was a somewhat fancy place and Data Vortex was looking all trenchcoat mafia. Strangely enough, Chris, Krug, Jason and friends ate at the Longhorn close by. Came back home in time to watch my Dark Angel tape, then went to work.
I then went to work, which was all fine until the prism complex started acting fooed. I feel sorry for weekend day shift because they dealt with it in the morning and also with the 116 ups frying. Ack!
Sunday, went with Scott to the Earl. His friends Ben (Old Gold Ben, i.e. Temple's finance, not Mr. Hsieh! Uncle Ben wouldn't cross the street to spit on Scott if he was on fire!) and Marshall were celebrating their birthdays (though it wasn't either's berf-day that day). I had another burger and more onion rings with a side of mayo. That Marshall guys gf (Molly?) came up to me and tried to make small talk. I felt kind of bad because I didn't really reciprocate. I mean, I didn't know if The Loaf voted this place as having the best burgers in Atlanta. I'm just no good at talking with people I don't know cold. I'll listen to a conversation and interject a point if there's something relevant, but I'm more comfortable with someone else leading a conversation if I don't know them.
