The Women Situation

Because of my apparent tendency to lend only "Snapple Facts" (what?) I'll run it down for you thusly:

Jaylyn: 18 years old. Coffee cart girl at the Warehouse. Flirts and talks to me exculsively and Nick M. (my ass. manager) thinks I'm crazy cause I haven't asked her out yet. But she's exactly the same age as Caitlin and that freaks me out. But she is a hottie. And that freaks me out.

Jen: 22 years old. A waitress at Leroy's. Has a 2 year old son named Thor and a cool-guy husband named Gordon. Loud-mouthed and pushy. Doesn't take nobody's shitola. A female Eddie.

PrettyLiz: 19 years old. Much more about here in my next blog. She's one of two Liz's that I have met in the last month at Leroy's. She is a server there and she rocks. She just friggin rocks. If I was a girl, I'd want to be her.

BlondeLiz: ?? years old. A friend of Jen's. She reminds me of girls from Minnesota. Intellectual but quiet about it so it's okay. Good at cards and has a grin for everyone.

Mary: 20 years old. Probably the woman of my 2005 dreams. We didn't go to Soldotna, but we've made plans for next Tuesday to go. Does yoga and could easily kick my skinny ass. Her favorite shoes are Nome Shoes and she layers her dresses. So cool.

Shawna: 19 years old. Maxim body. Seriously. A Georgia peach, but a annoyingly flirtatious. No longer works at the coffee cart at the Warehouse. She got fired, but still comes in to talk to me. She works next door at PetCo grooming dogs. She invited me to a pajama party in Eagle River but I didn't go. Nick M. (my ass. manager) is furious at me for not asking her out or taking her up on her numerous invitations.

Hillary: Dead subject. We're getting along great as roommates and I hardly ever see her. We've settled into the "can we still be friends" mode quite well, and against the world-wide odds of success of such a goal.

RoomieJulie: 23 years old. Fucking crazy.

Abby: 17 years old. A high school girl I work with. She's a lot of fun and I've sort of taken her under my wing. Kinda.

Natalie: 18 years old. A waitress at Leroy's. Jeano the regular and Joe the cook are both three times her age and both have ridiculous crushes on her. I guess we've sort of become kinda friends so she hangs out where ever I'm sitting to get away from both of them. I figured out that the only time Joe says anything about me hanging out for so long is when she's working and she avoids him.

Roxy: Don't know much about her. She keeps showing up. The only time I hear her talk is when she tells a funny joke. And they're always funny. I get the impression she used to work at Leroy's, but she now wears the coat of Sicily's Pizza.

GIRLS: That ought to do it. Reference this blog in the future if you get confussed.

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There is more to come in my next Blogigio "Leroy's Before 7:10 a.m." I have had the CRAZIEST last 18 hours or so. I might not even be able to categorize it as a Leroy's night (even though I was there twice and for a total of 7 hours tonight).

I'm too tired and blah-y to go into it all. Eddie, Gluck on the tests. Double O, Get your mind straight, you're scaring me. ST, um, just keep rockin' it 1987 style.

"If you need me I'll be you-know-where, doing you-know-what, with-you-know-who, rocking it you-know-how!"
--my favorite line in my book so far.

It's either that one, or this one:
"She dumped the remainder of the two Imipremine (brain temper balancing medicine) bottles into the toilet and flushed them to the Mississippi to fuck with all the fish."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "One by One" - Foo Fighters