2:00 = cookie time

almost every day, between two o'clock and three, i eat one or two (or three, you get the idea) oreos at work. it's a tradition. every day around that same time, i just get a craving for something sweet. it's cookie time. i know, my work days are titillating, aren't they?

there's a guy in my office named sean. sean schneider. say that fast three times. he's kind of an oddity and curiosity. he's 26, smokes a pack a day, and keeps asking me on a date. we have really funny conversations because we don't agree on anything. he recently told me that he was late to work because he went in for his annual std test. scary. he's four inches taller than me and weighs ten lbs less than me.

lately he's been on a "health" kick, although he hasn't given up smoking yet. he's started running and swimming laps and eating about six times a day. he consumes multiple protein shakes and creatine shakes in a day, all because he wants to gain weight. he's force-feeding himself so he can consume 2000 calories in a day, eating only things low in fat because he wants to gain muscle mass. he's pretty much obsessed.

that's my "profile of a Habitat employee" for the week. maybe i'll include something memorable about the deborahs for next time.

this has been kind of a monumental week for me. i sent off my acceptance to the university of colorado yesterday. i told my parents last night that i committed to going to t*bt this summer, and i also will make my first ever car payment this week. that's all i've got for ya.