Today I combed through the job listings in the Bee, then went out to this one as a receptionist/office clerk at this car dealership on Fulton. However, the two people at the desk were big-boobed blondes…and then I realized how pointless that was. I got an app anyway though.

Okay. I had wanted to wait until I was back at home (I’m at Adrian’s) to write about this, but it can’t wait. Yesterday, I had wanted to watch some TV shows, so I loaded up Front Row on my Mac and went into the kitchen to procure some snacks. I ended up with some kind of dip and a half-full box of crackers. Satisfied, I went back into my room and started watching Aqua Teen Hungerforce…but for some reason I just didn’t find it funny any more. I was determined to watch it, and kept munching on the crackers from the box. I ate one that felt really strange and it sort of hurt to swallow it. Soon, I got lazy, and decided to dump the box of crackers onto my plate for some better dipping action. There was a glass-on-porcelain clink, and there in the pile of crumbs and crackers was a clear half-moon–the lip of a broken wine glass.

Flabbergasted, I thought back and remembered the “sharp” cracker and freaked out. Did I eat a piece of glass? I kept feeling sharp things in my stomach the rest of the night, but I wasn’t sure if they were psychosomatic or not. So that was my harrowing cracker experience.

The piece of glass is still sitting on my desk…I don’t quite know what to do with it. :(