Wall-E

I'm sitting at home watching Wall-E and it occurs to me.

I want a robot.

Now that I've got that out of my system, let's move on.

Last week at the coffee shop a friend of the customer I was serving referred to me as "the help". Like, her friend was all "Hey how is it going? Is R or J here? (R and J being my boss) No? Oh well—I'll have a grande nonfat sugar bear (or whatever). And then her friend is all "Who are R and J?" and the first lady is all "Oh I just chat with them when they're here—we have conversations about business" and the second lady is all "Wow. You must be here a lot if you're on a first name basis with the help."

And I was like "Lady, your housekeeper hates you. The I'll-Kill-You-In-Your-Sleep kind of hates you". I know it's wrong to assume that she even has a housekeeper, but you know she does. And you know that her housekeeper hates her. I'm actually very comfortable with that fact.

(I may or may not have just told that story like a 13 year old girl who reads Twilight (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I SAID IT) but I'm okay with that))

And speaking of Twilight, I think I want to see it provided I'm like...drunk and looking for the lulz. Who is in?

On that note, I'm going to finish Wall-E. It's the most awesome movie and I still want a robot.