I bought some martini glasses, got some Triple Sec and Absolut Vodka, got a drink shaker; ahhh, this is the good life.

I smell like chocolate. Chocolate-dipped waffles. I never knew how much I could hate ice cream. I guess that's what working at an ice cream shoppe does. People always think that since I work at an ice cream place all I do is eat ice cream. Um, no. I wish that was all I did. The stuff never touches my mouth.

This one girl I work with is such a dumbass. I always play around with her 'cause she's the only one to do it with. I would be like, "Stop messing up," and she would say, "You stop messing up." And on and on it goes. Oh good, I have my own parrot. Finally, I said, "Karina, just shut up and let me insult you. I promise I will give you a moment to think of a good comback." Woops. I was cranky today :). Then I said "cock" in front of my boss. Oh Lord, that was horrible. Karina and I were talking about liquor and I mentioned this whiskey called Fighting Cock that my uncle drinks and how I think the name is so vulgar. And the story unfolds...
"I'm not much of a beer-drinker," I say to Karina.
"Me either," comments Karina.
Silence occurs becuase I'm making a waffle cone.
"I'm a vodka person. Love 'dem Russians," I blurt in to keep the conversation going.
"Really? I'm a rum-and-coke girl."
"My uncle drinks this whiskey called Fighting Cock and it's soooo cheap and nasty sounding."
Ice cream machine pumps to life halfway through my sentence.
"WHAT?" she screams from the back-room.
"MY UNCLE DRINKS FIGHTING COCK."
"HE DRINKS WHAT?"
"FIGHTING," my boss strolls into the store as the ice cream machine turns off, "COCK."
Woops.
"Scooz meh?"
"Oh, nothing Tam, we were just talking about his uncle's pork chops," Karina saves the day.
Pork chops? I hope she buys it.
"Oh 'k, have you fluff ice cream yeh'?"

Isn't she sweet?