Huh. Who knew?

Funny bit today. I'm getting food before class because I didn't really have time to go get groceries AND cook before class. I order and am waiting for it. The second guy at the counter looks at me, his eyes drift to my chest. I'm wearing one of my shirts that leaves little to the imagination as to my shape. Y'all know the ones I mean. And the boy says "What is his order"? And he's told the responce, and says "Oh this one..." and grabs a bag to hand to me. I thank him and go on my way, not quite giggling.

HIS order? I don't know about you folks, but in no way do I look like a he. Nope. If it wasn't funny I would have been a bit put out.

I sit here listening to music, trying to get my computer to connect through the heartland server to JSTOR. Yeah. Keyword in that statement: Trying.

Number of the day: 14. Holy SHIT 2 weeks!!!
Word of the day: bereid *giggle*