Mission: Snacklicious

How can a "build" take ten minutes when there is no compiling to do?

--me

Yeah, so...first, this little novel I'm writing is about to get even more explicit.  And this time its not because it needs to, because of what the characters are doing; I just wanted to embed a dig at those retarded softcore porn scanners they are installing at the airports.  Yeah, radiation and amateur porn.  I have no life--I mean--no plans tonight, so I might write that chapter after work.  Spiders, minivans, and softcore porn.  Hey thats actually a good title.  So...well that's where that is going.  If you have been so far shocked at the things I've come up with or the explicit detail, you should probably stop reading it.

More importantly...well its a long story but there is a girl I've never met who works in an office building I don't work in, down in the cafeteria in a sandwich shop I've never been to, thats never seen me before but knows my name.  I've recently blown my chances with every other girl I know here, and from a distance this girl looks attractive, and I have been sick of getting sandwiches from that particular chain for quite some time now, so my new mission, whether I choose to accept it or not, is to take a bus across the city and buy a cookie with a credit card at a time that is similar to lunch time but will be late or early enough that there won't be a line and we can chat if she recognizes my name.  Since I don't work in this building, I am going to have to go from zero to phone number in one conversation.  This tape will se....

That, or start riding the bus to TCC a lot and invent a plausible cover story for why I'm suddenly in that building a lot and make the cover story true, because lying isn't my thing.  Don't worry.  I've done this kind of thing before.