Jezzabel and the dillusional placing of bets

#1 There is a girl and her name is Jayln. She is as old as Caitlin and it creeps me out that I think she's sexy. She only flirts with one person in the whole store; to the rest of the Sportsmen's Warehouse employees, she bestows only shy smiles. When I say flirts with one person I'm talking about my self and when I say "flirts" I mean she body checks me, pokes me, shoots rubber bands at my face (luckily she never hits it, a terrible shot, she), or makes me grab soft round parts of her. The thought I had was that I'd ask her out. Nick, my assistant manager, and my persistent friend, is frustrated to no end that I haven't because he seems to think I've got it sown up in a silk sack and neatly gift wrapped. But everytime I start talking to her, I keep thinking of Caitlin's friends... that are seven years younger than me.

#2 Around lunch time (when I dropped off the pictures I took in Nevada) I got a feeling that ST had FINALLY sent my wayward DVD's. I dunno. Maybe it was just seeing his ugly mug in the pictures that got me thinking about what I left in his care. Whatever the reason I got this thought, it was strong and undeniable. If anyone had read my mind and asked me about it, I would have bet them money that my feeling was right. When I got home, after a stop at Carrs for $77 in groceries (mostly honey and cottage cheese), I checked my mail box and guess what!? There was a nicely packaged brown package in the exact dimensions and weight of my DVD case. "Why would Mike put a pink puppy sticker on the back? Maybe Ashlee did it," I thought. Then I flipped the package over, rejoicing in my ability to predict the future, and was immediately confused. "Why did Mike send my DVD's to RoomieJulie? When was he in a Seattle post office? What are these extreme lengths he's taken and why the secrecy!? Certainly he would have blogged such an adventure." Then reality set in and I realized that I was delusioned by optimisim. Afterall, it was too good to be true. Mike following through with something? PLEASE! How silly of me. I'm glad I didn't place any bets. Cause, you know, in Las Vegas, nobody beats the house.

peace and love,
mungo

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