*Correspondant Darrett Choy checking in*
You stand around, looking at the merchandise on the shelves. Walmart is quiet at this time at night. The booney inhabiting people are snuggled in their beds. You wander, touching, exploring, experiencing. All of a sudden you feel something poke you in the back. You jump in surprise. Whipping around you notice a female of the human species with her head lowered and her fingers simulating horns on her head. You exclaim with surprise and annoyance, "Jennifer [last name edited out], stop headbutting me!"
The self-proclaimed Goddess of Chocolate, aka Death, aka Mice mill, aka Jennifer, had this strange penchant for headbutting me when we first met each other. Well, we first met each other when we were both working at Hamilton Library (incidentally her husband Matt also worked at Hamilton Library and started at the same time as she did...Scary isn't it?). I'm not quite sure how I became friends with her, but we tend to share the same type of humor. Of all my friends Jennifer is the one able to make me laugh the hardest, consistently. She has an odd way of looking at things, and people have an odd way of looking at her. Really, honestly! Swear to everything that is holy to me.
One thing before I shoot this entry off to Jennifer...
I WILL WIN AT SOUL CALIBER II. BEWARE WIND GIRL, YOU'RE GOING DOWN.
Now that I have that off my chest, I will be signing off. Be prepared for more information of that elusive creature known as Jennifer.
*Correspondant Darrett Choy signing off*
Posted by jennifer at September 10, 2003 05:47 PM