"My goldfish is swimming around all excited inside the fishbowl on the fridge so I reach up and drop
a Valium in its water."
Last night was exciting. Kristen parked next to my car at work and then followed me home. See, she is a stalker. At home, I fixed up my hair and then we went out on the town.
We stopped at the Shack smoke shop. She bought some flavored cigars. They didn't have any chocolate mint cigarettes.
We drove back the same direction we were coming from and went to Keyport, a tabacco and liquor outlet. You know how you can never find any hot guys? Just park outside the liquor store around nine o'clock on a Friday or Saturday night. This next part is the most exciting thing I've witnessed in a couple months.
The punk, gangster-wannabe kid who always tried to steal cigarettes at Falk's was walking into the liquor store. Right after Kristen and I walked in, he was walking pretty fast out the door. Two guys stopped him and told him he had to go back to the office. They pulled open his sweatshirt and there was a huge bottle of vodka. So this kid throws it on the floor and runs out the door. Well, three guys chased him and eventually caught him. The cops came and today from Ashley I found out not only did he try and steal vodka, but he did it with a quarter of weed and shards.
So, Kristen and I are talking to the guy who worked there. Well, I mostly was and he just happened to be adorable. Eventually we had to leave the store because we weren't twenty-one.
Went to the grocery and decided to go to McDonald's. Ate. Drove around under the bridge. I kept thinking about the cute boy at the liquor store, so I made Kristen go back and get his number for me. It was goofy..
Came home. Talked to John. Went to bed.
My bad: Choke by Chuck Palahniuk isn't in 2039. I read the back wrong. It's Flight 2039. It's already a great book.