A Desperate Houseboy's attempt at getting his mack on diffused

And now I’m back, from outer space. That’s right my dead and faithful readers, your favorite rabbit is back on the blog, after a much too long absence.

I’d like to give a shout out to all of those older women who are able to dress like 20 year olds and do; and a big double jeer to those older women who shouldn’t be dressing like 20 year olds, but do. Some things should never be seen. I’ll leave it at that.

The requirements for some scholarships suck. I could have one, easily, but it has to have been a film done for college credit. Other than that, I’d have it.


I’m not really a big fan of grocery stores, or shopping, but after spending a lot of time in them recently to help out my mom’s friend, I think I like Publix the best. Specifically the one on Hwy 27, or Publix at Lake Harris. I don’t mean to point out one, but the management and staff there are extremely friendly. Most of them anyway. (The only exception with stores is the Winn-Dixie in Leesburg. The guy who runs the store is super nice). All of the staff who came by my table had a friendly word or so to say. Which is nice, because at a lot of stores the workers act like demonstrators are in the way.

Of course I could just have bias because I met the cutest cashier ever today. I noticed her checking me out (wishful thinking?) earlier in the day when I was getting the stuff I needed. So, I said to myself, “If she’s there later when I need to purchase more products, I’ll go to her.” And she was, so I did. The items were cheaper than listed on the shelf, so I had some extra money to spend-what I don’t spend I get to keep but it’s deducted from the pay check-so I picked up three more boxes and went back to her. Some dweeb bag boy (I use the term loosely because he’s got to be in his 30s) made some comment about me going to her 2 times in a row before I could put the mack on and make my move; and ended up talking to him, explaining that I’d made purchases earlier at another register, so she wouldn’t think I was a Desperate Houseboy. And the moment passed. I was feeling pretty smooth and slick too. Maybe he was just jealous cause I passed him up to go to her.

Speaking of Desperate Housewives, it’s almost on, well in bout 45 min, but I still have to shower and stuff. There’s time for one more thing though. I met the coolest guy yesterday. He the husband of my mom’s friend, and he got suckered into the job too. He kept coming over to my table and talking to me instead of being at his. I didn’t mind though. That wasn’t at Publix though, unfortunately.