i'm blogging from a newly reformatted PC. this is because my system was recently screwed up by some powerful spyware, which prevented me from doing most things other than chat online. like if i wanted to open norton antivirus the spyware would immediately shut it down; if i wanted to log into my email the window would mysteriously close; and if i wanted to search for "anti spyware" on google, THAT window would automatically close. what a shittifyingly cunning thing the spyware is! i bet if i surfed porn it would be absolutely OK, as opposed to me trying to clean up my hard drive. not that i surf porn or anything. i don't. really!

anyway, yes. i had something important to blog about:

today my day has been radically different from any other day this year, because, i have met the man of my dreams. well not exactly literally but i'm sure you know what i mean. anyway, this revelation occured at the coffeebean near my house, and was in the form of the Guy Behind the Counter. and mind you, he wasn't just cute or hot (which he was, by the way), he was also polite and cheerful and efficient. i could judge all this just by the way he handled the cash register and prepared my order. no Ice Blended Malibu Dream will ever match up to the one i had today. like, everything about him was swoon-worthy, right up to the way he said "sam? here's your order.. thank you and enjoy your day sam!" the only problem then, was that i was too tongue-tied to say anything but "thank you".

that's it! nothing but a feeble "thank you" like the way you say "thank you" when someone holds the door for you or something. this CLEARLY warranted more than just a gesture of appreciation; it warranted worship of some sort. but there i was, the ditzy and klutzy person that i am, screwing up my ONE chance of ever living happily ever after. this Guy Behind the Counter is different from all others, and my instincts tell me that he must be treated with the same reverence as The One. henceforth i have a target, and shall stake out the coffeebean outlet for The One whenever possible.

go ahead, laugh. -you- didn't get served by an incredibly crush-erific Guy Behind the Counter, so there.