Every time I go buy stuff at the supermarket, I use my credit card. And each time I sign the little computer screen I think "Nobody actually reads this thing. What a silly technology. I could write anything on this."
So today, I went to Trader Joes, and at the checkout, instead of signing my name, I wrote "You Smell."
The checkout lady printed my receipt, looked at me with big, hurt eyes and said in a sad tone, "Hey! I do not!"
Oops.
posted by opus at
10:24 PM
I got new glasses, as is evidenced by the accompanying photo. They are so sexy it hurts my face. Or perhaps that is the flesh-eating virus I contracted. I am not sure.
Also, a good friend of mine named Genghis Jon asked me to do an interview with him for his weblog. He has posted it and I think it's a lot of fun. Except, perhaps, that I appear to be an arrogant bastard in the interview. I'm only angry because it's true.
For the past three days I have been sick in bed with a cold. I'm angry that none of you thought to join me.
--opus
posted by opus at
4:38 PM
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