"I miss you" is a beautiful phrase

It can be said with such innocent intent. Merely one friend letting another know that when they get back to school they should hang out.
It can also be said so that it makes you catch your breath and just smile.
It's another human being letting you know that, for some reason, they want you to be a part of their life. That your mere presence can make their troubles seem a little lighter, can take the waver out of their voice and wipe the tears from their cheeks.
And it can also be said in pain.
It remembers the fond memories of the past that squeeze your shoulder comfortingly and stab you straight to the heart.

"I miss you" is a beautiful glass sculpture that used to bring you joy beyond imagine, but now you clutch the shattered pieces to your chest and bleed.

A note on the psychology of anticipation:

It feels great!

In other words, my favourite person arrives in t-minus soon, and I couldn't be happier.

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A good first step towards increasing my comfort with existence.

In other news, I've come to grips with logic through the miracle of intuition. More on this later.

Good advice for the day:

Don't hold any grudges!

Tales from the BK #5

Today, as well as thursday, is my day off from working at the Burger King restaurant. However, I still have a bit of muckraking for youse guys.

Here is the recipe for Burger King Chili: two cans of Hanover brand kidney beans (one red and one white), a cup of water, and a big bag of some unlabled red sludge. The meat in the chili is made from a pan of dried up Whoppers sent through the grill and chopped up.

The BK Veggie is sent through the same juicy, filthy grill as everything else, and there is an Indian woman who lamented that this sandwich gave her indigestion, so she now settles for a veggie whopper with cheese every day.

Usually, when someone's order gets screwed up, their mashed up sandwich gets sent to the back for someone to take off the offensive ingredients. The sandwich then gets re-wrapped and sent to the customer. The same thing most customers would do themselves, but this time their sandwich gets to be touched by about 5 pairs of hands before they finally eat their meal. It seems strange that, in light of this, I was scolded when someone ordered two 8-piece chicken tenders and I used the two five pieces and one six piece that were hanging around to fill his order quickly. Why was this a problem? Because the two 8-pieces I made up had different numbers on them then they were supposed to. The horror. They wanted me to send the chicken tenders back to get new numbers on them, but this just seemed silly when there was a long line of people waiting to get served.

I'm in shock that I haven't been fired yet.