chad

we have about 20 students at work this summer. i love that there's now a table full of young guys in the cafeteria and that they haven't the slightest clue that i'm probably 5 or 6 years older than them.

i was thinking today that i love inside jokes. not the fact that they're a secret that excludes others, but that you and someone else share something unspoken. today i was writting an email to my mom and made reference to something that has amused us for years. i like that i could word it in such a way that she'd get it and it didn't need explaining.

i just vacuumed my house. there's been something wrong with my vac for sometime now (you know my little shark vac i bought in january or something), but today i actually did something about it. i dismantled it and yet still couldn't figure out what was wrong. i eventually took the hose into the washroom and held it up to the tap then turned on the water. i discovered it was so clogged with kat hair that even water couldn't get through to the other side. it reminded me of a drano commerical. it did eventually come out in gross heaps after i flung it around several times. ah well you live and learn. i don't really know how that saying connects to my problem, but whatever.

hmm, i can hear some banging below me. i wonder if they're trying to get me to turn down the volume of my 80s hits or if they're hammering. i've decided kevin and amy hate me for no good reason so am always prone to thinking the worse case scenerio.

well i've gotta go and sit around while watching my friend pack.

doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.