Are you not into having a boyfriend/girlfriend title or being exclusive?
If I’m interested in someone, I’m exlcusive. Always.
I feel like being exclusive and having a title are basically the same thing. A relationship is no ones business, but the people involved. Which should be you and that other person. I don’t need to have someone blowing up facebook, announcing me to everyone they see.
If you’re exclusive, I’m exclusive and we care about each other, that’s okay with me. That’s all I need.
Pluto, once known as the 9th planet, was revoked its status in 2006. If I remember correctly, it’s composed mostly of rock and ice, with four moons that orbit it? I could be wrong, or making this up but it sounds good to me. Pluto is also now considered the second most massive dwarf planet in existence,being a third of the volume of the Earth’s moon.
It’s okay Pluto, you will always remain a Planet in my heart.
So, I work with this guy named Chuck. He’s probably in his late 40’s, slightly balding, and has a collection of the most interesting homemade cutoff sleeve t-shirts, I have ever seen.
Today, Chuck displayed his finest blue do-rag, a cut off Git-R-Done shirt, complete with an eagle on it! Along with a nice pair of bright orange basket ball shorts, and high top sneakers.
Whenever chuck walks around, he does so with his hands in front of him, kind of as if he were a Velociraptor using a type writer.. He also tends to drool a bit when he talks. I think it has to do with the fact he drinks 2 liters of Mountain Dew, during a ten hour shift and only eat yellow skittles. I mean, but who am I to say?
Chuck’s position at QVC is supposedly to be our maintenance guy. Which is kind of hard to believe because whenever my printer breaks, which happens to be fairly often.. He never knows how to fix it, or anything really. He usually just takes the printer apart… looks at pieces, drinks mountain dew and then says “i’m not sure whats wrong? Let me just bring you a new one.” an hour later may I add.
So, back to today! We have these strange contraptions that somewhat resemble pod racers, in the shitty new Star Wars Phantom Menace movie. And someone thought at some point, it was a good idea to let Chuck pilot one of these things.
As I was walking down the main strip today, heading to some stupid meeting I was suppose to give on things I have no idea about and wasn’t prepared for…Chuck just zooms down past me on one of these pod racers and proceeds to take his fingers off the steering wheel to pretend to shoot our supervisor, while making machine gun noises..
Chuck then parks his pod racer, walking up to me, hands still as if he were a type writing Velociraptor and says, as excited as he were a kid on Christmas "DID YOU SEE THAT?!" (While spitting everywhere)
I just shake my head and say “nice shootin’, Tex.”