Though I manage to avoid the addictive pull of message boards, I received an email saying that some guy was on mtv.com message board talking about meeting me last night at work and was disappointed that he didn't make my website. Interesting. Well, I guess I'm doing him a favor then by mentioning him and pointing out that he's a big fat liar. Let me first say that I appreciate the fact that he was extremely complimentary. He was. He said some very nice and flattering things on his message board write-up, but the conversation was really not all that exact. I was a bit terse because this dude was pretty wasted. He was standing in front of the out-door of the kitchen (an extremely dangerous place to stand), and I was in the middle of talking to another server Shelley when he ran over to us and started his rant of questions. "I have questions I want to ask!" It's nearly 1am, it was a long shitty night of the typical Thursday night pain-in-my-ass costumers, and he wants to ask me questions about the Real World. Yeah yeah yeah, I brought this on myself, what should I expect, blah, blah, blah -but I'm fucking tired and feel like being left alone. So, I'm not the nicest chick in the world. Fuck off, I can have my bad days. Anyway, he's asking me about "my boyfriend." No, he's not asking me, he's more like stuttering words about my boyfriend, trying to ask me who he is, but not exactly forming complete sentences, like I'm going to jump in and fill in the blanks to a conversation I'm not in the mood to have. This guy is on the message board saying...let me quote his quotes:

"lori - I'm dating this guy named Kyle
me - oh, the guy from Chicago, i heard that rumor
lori - yeah"

Um...liar? Did not say that. Why would I say that? "Hi, I'm dating that guy from Real World Chicago" Who does that? Also, this guy says that he told me he goes to my website and how he thinks it's informative, blah, blah, blah, and I was like, "thanks." First off, there is no way. I've only run into 2 strangers in my life who told me they come to my website, and they were two sweet girls at the FYE signing in NYC last weekend. I would NEVER be like, "oh, thanks, whatever. peace," to someone who says they read my website. Never. The guy never mentioned the site.

Message boards are evil. Never go.

Anyway, my throat hurts, which scares the shit out of me. I don't really have anything to say about that exactly, but I'm throwing it out there because I can feel it.

Wow, okay, I was just walking to the bathroom, and I threw my whole weight against the door to push into the room real fast, but the door was shut all the way, so I pretty much just crashed straight into it. That was funny - one of those moments that you wish someone was around to see it so you could laugh with them.

Not much else is going on. I need to head to the gym to pretend I'm going to do cardio when I really won't. I need to pack all my shit, which is the fun part, so I'm excited about that. We're off to dinner later at my mom's, yay, and then I'm sleeping over there because we both need to go to the airport tomorrow morning. FUN.

So, I wish I could write more, but I have nothing interesting in the whole world to say. So, I did this - I've written a new Completed Thought. I know, there aren't many of them, but there's the new one. Problem - I'm not in a great mood right now, and I don't have time to make it better before I leave, so I guess it'll have to wait until that exact moment of inspiration. Problem - you never know when that will happen. I'm writing about waitressing - not necessarily about waitressing, but more the people we wait on. We'll see what happens. I guess it won't be up then for another week or so. Maybe longer. Maybe it'll never go up. Maybe I'll die and you'll never know what I had to say about waitressing. Who fucking knows?

I have a lot to do, and that gym thing doesn't look like it's going to happen. Big surprise. See you next week.