Pie.

2004-11-23T03:18:18Z

Today I made a pie. Well, not really. I made one of those super easy, you don't need to bake it at all Oreo cookie flavored pies. It was still fun, though. I had to use a hand mixer and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! LICKING FROSTING! One of life's simple pleasures, harkening back to the days of my youth, when my Mom would bake cakes and whatnot, and would let me lick the frosting off of the beaters. Sometimes when she wasn't looking I'd steal bits of bread dough and eat them. That was probably less than healthy, but it was so good, and what did I know, anyway?
On the work front, inventory is over and we got a pretty decent shrink percentage. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the retail industry, that means, in a nutshell, that not as much stuff was lost or stolen as we thought would be, considering that we had a MAJOR remodel over this past year. They still didn't fix the damn leaky roof though. One of our expensive floor model table saws got totally soaked and developed a charming patina of bright reddish orange rust. We cleaned it off, though, and it looks o.k. I doubt we'll ever sell it, though.
I could probably go on for hours about work, but since I'm not there, I feel obligated to pretend it doesn't exist. So without further ado....

More later.

First entry

2004-11-18T04:26:00Z

I am starting my live journal today. I think I'll try and actually keep this up to date for a change. I've been absolutely horrible about keeping journals in the past, and was pissed at every teacher I've had that forced me to keep one. But that was long ago. I'm a man now, and no one is forcing me to do anything. Except the dishes. The desire to eat off of plates and with flatware, that forces me to do dishes. And pay taxes. And bills. O.K., there's plenty of stuff I'm forced to do. But I will disregard this obvious fact, and live in the bliss of false independence. It's the American way.

My most secretest thoughts.

Pie.

First entry