6/28/2003 05:52:14 PM|||Travis|||

Wow has my diet been completely messed up as of late.

It all started with the peanut butter- never should have got that. I eat the stuff like ice-cream, as long as it is "old fanshioned" which means that they didn't put any partially hydrogenated crap in it. Its just crushed peanuts and salt.

Then once I started eating that, everything else was marginalized as well. A single jar has 4,600 calories which is freaking insane. That is enough for 2 days, if that is all you ate. If I was going to camp for a couple months peanut butter is what I would pack. For the amount of wieght, it packs a lot of calories in a single punch.

And there was other food that was bad I ate, but who cares. I think i'll go get some ice cream.

On another note, my friend got a DUI last night because she was 20. I was in the car and it was about 1:15 when the cop pulled us over. She was asked to get out, and then they performed a series of silly tests (you know, touch your nose, dance on one foot, sing the national anthem backwards) before they finally gave her the test at 2 AM. 45 minutes of freaking foreplay before they finnally used the breathilizer machine... unbelievable. She blew a .048 which gave her a DUI and almost got her car towed (if I wouldn't have been there to save the day). At .05 they would have hauled her off to jail (she was barefoot mind you). But lucky she was under .05 and I am 21 so can drink and drive a little. What suprised me was how high the damn legal limit was.

So I had been drinking steadily this night, for about three hours. I about five shots via various cocktails and felt pretty drunk. But it is all relative, as the alchoholic who drinks all the time wouldn't have felt anything at all, but our blood alchohol content (what the cops measure) would be the same.

So back to the original plot- my friend gets a DUI. The cops see if I am able to drive and give me the test- i come in at a .028. The cop scoffs, and tells me that at 200 pounds, I could probably put away another six-pack and still be under the limit!

Holy crickies! And here I was, afraid to drink even one drink and drive... and the limit is that high. I couldn't believe it.

In other news, some basketball player was kidnapped from a college on the east coast. Why do I know this senseless crap? Because I have a TV at work and nothing better to do, besides smooze with customers. Such as the two "Internet Company" owners that came in today. Looks like one of those little companies with 3-4 people, two of them husband and wife. Apparently they sell stuff through email lists and informed me to sell any email account lists that I get for money. Silly advice... if I would rather try to sell things to them myself (like a boook or a game).

Over and out.

|||105684793448389130|||