matchbox twenty - bright lights

sooo... i got hit on at work today. that was some pretty funny stuff! i mean, anywhere else i could understand. but at work? as a janitor? in my scrubby clothes? while i was vacuuming??
*ahem* let me set the scene... haha... i was vacuuming, yes. some bastard opened the door where i was trying to vacuum, so i waited for him to leave, then just as i was closing the door some bastard walked up behind me and went right through. there are TWO doors! and i was standing RIGHT in front of that one with the vacuum on... (um, sorry. i've been angry all day, not sure why, but everything's been pissing me off. no, not pms.) so yeah, i stood there glaring at the most recent bastard, when this boy comes through the (other) door and almost walks by, then stops and turns around. (i know this whole door thing is complicated, but i feel like going into confusing details. it's what i do.) he asks me "do you work here? what's your name? chelsea huh? cool. (shakes my hand right here) what school do you go to? oh that's cool. how old are you? awesome me too! alright well i'll cya around chelsea." heheh. funny boy. okay, i'll give him props, not many guys will go up to a random girl like that... but his handshake was really weak.
anyway, beyond that, a little girl fell down the bleacher stairs and they called a fire truck and i got to stand outside and wait for the truck and wave them in.
soon as i got home, got sent off to buy milk, so i went a'road trippin'! and ended up in the poor side of town, don't know how that happened, but everyone was either a minority or dirty or covered in paint or shaggy or all at once. but i got cocoa mix, milk chocolate swiss miss! and jet-puffed marshmallows!!!! yummmm!
hahaha... stephanie's an exhibitionist! and yeah, cole, chicken ramen does own.