Today's Cafeteria Menu:
Screw It. I don't care what's on the menu today because I will be going out to lunch with my mother and her friends at Pablano's. It's a Mexican restaurant, of course. And it's Taco Tuesday. Which means you get a free taco with your meal. Hmmfft. Let me know when it's Margarita Monday. Free margarita with lunch. I'll go on that day.

I read all of the quiz results last night, and I have the scoreboard. Here are everyone's scores:

Thomcat ----- 80

Ariella ----- 80

Breazy ----- 70

Sherri ----- 70

Snavy ----- 70

BS ----- 70

itsasecret -----70

Idiot -----60

Jinxy ----- 60

Bobby ----- 50

Jerk ----- 50

For the most part, everyone did pretty well. Most of the answers were in the blog. (It was an open-blog test, did I forget to mention that?) I find it interesting that a dog and a cat were higher-scoring than actual people. And that "itsasecret" beat out Jinxy and Bobby, who have been reading my blog from the beginning.

Whoever thought I attended Texas A&M University ought to be shot. I did not attend a school where you can major in Cows. I did not attend a school in which the Dean didn't see anything wrong with building the world's biggest fire hazard.

For some reason, Jerk thought I wanted to be a fireman when I was younger. No, no I don't think so. And Bobby thought that bitch-slapping DJ Sexy would bring me peace during chaos. Bitch-slapping Party Whore, maybe. But DJ Sexy? No.

So, it seems not everyone knows my nicknames. Here they are, complete with history:

Crackhead: Ah, yes. The lovingly appointed nickname my cousin Jessica gave to me when I was 21. During that year, I was drunk most of the time. I blame it all on her, by the way. I was living with her after college, and most of my time was spent drinking away the money I was earning from my paid internship. Can you imagine how I acted then? Cracking jokes all the time and drunk? She said I was acting like a crackhead. So there. Now, all of her friends (and most of that side of the family) know me as crackhead. She'll be on the phone saying...Erica is here...oh, you know... crackhead. Nice.

Super E: This one is pretty straight forward. I was working as a manager at a rental car company. The driver there called me Super E after he found out that I was an avid collector of Superman items.

Tinkerbell: This one is pretty new. Actually only a couple weeks old. Dim HR chick thought it would be cute to call me tinkerbell because now that I'm on an all water regimen, I have to pee every fifteen minutes. And every time I have to pee, I have to call her to the desk to she can relieve me. Cute, huh?