Halloween!

Posted 2 years ago at 6:25 pm. 1 comment

I couldn’t really think of an adequate title for this post, so I’ll stick with Halloween for now, because without it? My day wouldn’t have been nearly as awesome.

My day started off like always. Finished work at 7am, grabbed a piece of hot buttery raisin toast, and headed to the gym. As always, my fantastic trainer kicked my arse, and I’m currently lounging around in bed moaning and rubbing my calf muscles. Someone remind me- I need to buy one of those ridiculous looking exercise balls.
Anyway, after getting all hot and sweaty and disgusting at the gym, I wandered down to coles to do my grocery shopping. After assembling the ingredients for a weeks worth of salad, and fetching some soy milk, I made my way to the registers. Now, I don’t know if I’ve blogged about this before, but… my GOD. There’s a hot checkout boy at coles. A RIDICULOUSLY hot checkout boy at coles. A ridiculously hot checkout boy that every time I go through his checkout I start mumbling and going red. Yes. Me. Going bright red and mumbling.

I decided that today would be the day to try and strike up a conversation with the ridiculously hot checkout boy. Unfortunately for the people of coles, the company has insisted that they wear halloween shirts over their regular coles attire. It was through this that I saw my in, for some hopefully non awkward conversation. After composing myself and stacking all my groceries on the conveyor belt, I quietly cleared my throat and said-

“So I’m assuming you don’t dress like that all the time?”

And then I wanted to hit myself in the head for saying something so stupid sounding. Before I could start with the self semi-mutilation though, he replied with a cute grin.

‘Yeah, it’s.. something they’re making us do.’

“So you usually dress differently?”

‘When I can be bothered getting dressed at all.’

So now here’s this really hot boy standing there talking about being bothered getting dressed at all and I nearly reverted back to my mumbling, beet-red self. I paused, did my best to compose myself and completed my transaction.

Anyone need to go grocery shopping? Because I um.. you know. Coles is good. I’m a good shopping companion, too. I’ll totally come with.

In other news, I’ve become so ridiculously accustomed to getting jewed that it doesn’t.. I don’t know. I mean, we all know I’m going to stop doing this to myself sooner or later, and as such I’ve decided that I should probably come clean with the boy about a few things in hopes that he’ll get bored with ignoring me intermittently and either stop talking to me altogether or try his best to spend more time with me. We all know he’ll bow out and go with the former, but hey, a girl can dream. A girl can dream and start a horrible smear campaign >_>. I kid, I kid.

That said? I’m hoping to book myself out all week so I can keep myself from moping like I was earlier today before I remembered the encounter with the cute coles boy, so you guys. This Friday night we’re all going to montezumas in Taringa, and then back to my place for a few drinks. It’s invite only, so if you want to come, you best ask. Nicely.