Work tonight was brightened considerably with the arrival of a new barmaid. Kirsty. Damn she's hot. "Smokin Hot" would be the more apt phrase to use here but she has this web address and I'd hate for her to think I'm blowing smoke up her arse if she reads this.
Normally good looking women aren't very gifted in the depth department but from our small conversations and my HST test questions I'd say she has more depth than the normal run of the mill looks-like-she-could-be-a-model type. Surprising really. She's also written a song so she's not afraid of creating something from the heart. Always a good sign if you ask me.
Work was quiet and the more hours I spend there the more my memories of Africa fade into the fog of the past. So it goes. That's life. But on a positive note I do always have my notes on Africa to read through and I can use them as an aid to memory.
The wicked witch of the west (Shirley) was her usual self. Bitter and twisted. But that's her through to the bone so no change there.
I spent most of the night regaling the members of the club with humorous stories of my African trip and they all seemed to be glad that I'd went there and came back a better person. And I'd agree with them. I do seem to be more affable towards people since my return. That's gotta be a good thing. Personal growth is always a commendable thing in my opinion. As is the ability to recognize that you have grown into a better person because of one small moment in the long history of human life.
Note: HST test is my way of finding out about someone through random questions. It's the Human Suitability Test. Feel free to use this as a judgment scale for your future interactions with new people.
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