Things I learned today:

• I am petrified of using the paper cutter at work (or anywhere, for that matter). If I somehow accidentally chopped off part of a finger, I wouldn't be able to go on with my life. I need to be able to play piano.
• People who play in rock bands should never look like they're doing the "pee pee dance" whilst they're playing a guitar solo. In fact, anyone over the age of seven should not be doing that dance. Ever.
• Once you watch one YouTube video with a group of friends, you then have to watch every video they've ever found funny or great.
• The only thing that can make a YouTube video-fest funnier is when the dog comes in from outside and scootches along the rug, leaving a trail of snow in front of the laptop on the floor.
• I seriously need to stop posting entries between 11:50 p.m. and midnight. I apparently don't write well under pressure.

You are not alone. I can't seem to get the hang of Thursdays either.

Dear Really Hot Guy,

You seem to be coming to the church for counseling, which is great. Therapy is for the strong, baby, not for the weak. (I wouldn't really know because I quit after my first session, but we can talk about that later.) You also seem to have skills in wearing a hat. I am so entranced by how cute you are with your hat and your slightly bad-ass wardrobe that I never remember to ask your name. To quote Stephanie Tanner, "How RUDE!"

Anyway, you've completely stolen my heart away from Panera Kyle, who doesn't seem to show up to work anymore. If you want to sneak off to a janitor's closet to talk and stuff, I've got a key. Just let me know, darlin'.

Much love,
Rachelskirts

xoxo

P.S. Please tell me your name next time. Unless you want me to simply call you "Sweetheart." I'm cool with that, too.

P.P.S. Thank you for making Wednesdays bearable.