It took 34 and 1/2 years to finally find something non-sucky about the name Amy. That is… I was a lazy-ass today and decided to take the Red line to the Green line today instead of walking the last stop, like I normally do. While I was going the short walk to work, I saw a sign outside of Quizno’s that said, “Name of the day: AMY. If your name is Amy, you get a free small sub.” So, even though I brought my lunch today, I went in and got a free small sub of my choice (I got one with chicken, bacon and cheese and a tasty ranch-oid dressing)! Now I don’t have to pack a lunch tomorrow! Ahhh, food is so much tastier when it’s FREE! Incidentally, today was the first day of that promotion, so Amy was the first name they used. Rock. On. Times like this I’m glad my name isn’t Brunhilde.
I’ve been working on a thing that predicts the future. Right now it’s pretty simple and ugly, although it has a few small tricks in it. I’d like to make it more complicated, but for now, here it is:
August 2nd, 2007 - 8:10 pm
“When you grow up, you will be worker in a fish cannery. Your husband will be a butcher, named Jamal Patel. You will live modestly in a secret volcano island base in White Plains, where you will perform anti-drug rap songs at local schools. You will have 8 perfect children, 2 boys who are all child prodigy chess champions (except Timmy, who would rather eat paste), and 1 boy who must live out his life in a plastic bubble. You will live to be 68, then die of butt cancer.”
Butt cancer??? DAMMIT!!!