Co-worker: Why don’t You make your own Bolognese?
Me: I do make my own Bolognese. I’d never buy premade food.
Co-w: Bull… No, you don’t. You just grab a can and then it’s done.
Me: Perhaps You grab a can and then it’s done. I make my own Bolognese.
Co-w: No You don’t.
It’s theese kind of discussions at work that keep my brain intellectually in shape.
av Max @ 13:57:52 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Not my kinda club
I visited Scorpio yesterday. I might even have said I visited my GirlFriend yesterday. Just out of nowhere, a girl pops up and decides that she’s in fact my girlfriend.
Groucho Marx said something like: I wouldn’t want to be in any club that accepts me as a memeber. I feel somewhat the same thing when it comes to girlfriends.
By the way – Im writing this with really small fonts so that no one at work will notice that im actually not working. I can feel all the misspellings, but im going to correct some of them before pasting it into the websphere.
Where were we? Ah, yes. You wouldn’t accept a girl who really want’s You. It have to be something phony about it. Perhaps she doesn’t have that high standards, perhaps she’s feeling old and desperatly tries to find someone to settle down with. Perhaps her biological clock is on alert.
I don’t know. I know that Scorpio is 23, so there wouldn’t be a problem with the biological clock. She already have children – so she doesn’t need me for mating and spreading her genepool (which I must say, is worth spreading). Maybe she want me babysitting, but I have told her on numerous occasions that I don’t like children, and most often they don’t like me (theese ones does happen to like me though, or at least they don’t cry that much while looking at me).
So I don’t know what she want from me. It can’t be the money ‘cause they’re all used up two weeks after salry.
I won’t occupie my mind with it though. Im just supicious.
It all goes down to that.
“What do You want for it?”
“Nothing”
“Uhum – so What do You want for it?”
av Max @ 09:28:58 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)