2002-10-04 | 7:42 p.m.
who needs coffee?

i love my parking garage attendant.  he is wonderful.  every day hundreds of people park there, but somehow he remembers me.  he watches where i park when i come in the morning so i don't have to remember where it was when i give him my key.  he even remembers my make, model, and license plate number... now that i'm typing that, it sounds kinda creepy, but don't worry; he's a nice old dude.  sometimes he lets me park in the reserved spaces or moves my car right up by the door.  plus, he lets me speak spanish to him and acts like i'm good at it.

it's a nice way to start the day especially on mornings like today where i'm tired from having stayed up too late and cranky from having gotten a speeding ticket on the way to work.  stupid policeman.  i do not love him.  he is not wonderful.  well, at least he didn't ticket me for my expired registration.  i really need to take care of that.

and for those of you who read jeff's diary and think i am an evil, evil person for not liking his bear, baer, why don't you ask him where he got that bear and what sentimental attachment he has to it that he, a 24-year-old man, needs to have it as a permanent fixture on his bed and cuddle with it?

...i know the answer to the first part, but anyone who gets the answer to that second part, could you please fill me in?  i would really like to know.