controlled thoughts
last night was fun. i didn't anticipate it to be... nor did i try to make if fun. but it seemed to be that my behavior, or my subconcious was giving me a drug and alcohol free high. which was cool.
last night entaled a surprise visit by kyle g. homestyle chicken sandwich at wendy's. a covert mission to two scottsdale police departments, dropping off food to their newest disbatcher.
a long period of time spent waiting in best buy, which produced the old musical stylings of simple plan. (ahh, memories) as well as a mini mouse. and the best part, an incredibly attractive check out boy, who was pleased in our choice of music. and who was almost definately gay, which is cool by me. i need to find a reason to go back now... and a reason to go to the north scottsdale best buy as opposed to the one that is only 4 miles away. road trip?
we continues our shopping at target, where i almost got hit by a car, and where i used the robotic arm from the Incredibles to inappropriotely touch (or should i say grab) erin and kyle g. while walking down the shoe isle, i insulted ugg wanna be shoes. because they are ugly. no moccosans for you. and offended a rather large lady. she wanted the pink ones. slut.
we left target and proceeded across the parking lot to jamba juice. where the registar girl (who was way above my energy level) explained to me the joy of a jamba job, and i looked at the picture of the cute jambaboy worker. she also shared with us that on december 17th they will be open for 24 hours... i wonder if it's an experement. i'm looking forward to my jamba joy at 3am though. maybe go there before hot pink. that'd be bad ass.
we continued our adventure up the road to the blue obleisk. one of frank lloyd wright's last architectural designs. it's big and blue, and it glows. there are eight circles in a circle around it. i think if you get 8 people and chant then it will rise up and turn out to be some sort of space ship that can take us someplace more familiar.
that concluded the night. we drove home and watched the buffy musical we sang. kyle g sang baddly, i sang quietly. we watched the last buffy ever. it was decent... i kinda liked it. not quite the closure i was looking for. but good none the less.
then i went to bed. and woke up about every hour on the hour. yay for not being able to sleep good. i think that tylenol pm and and i are about to start a very long, dependent relationship. no drugs are bad. oh well. now i'm working and i'm cold and tired. bleh.
today should be interesting.
last night entaled a surprise visit by kyle g. homestyle chicken sandwich at wendy's. a covert mission to two scottsdale police departments, dropping off food to their newest disbatcher.
a long period of time spent waiting in best buy, which produced the old musical stylings of simple plan. (ahh, memories) as well as a mini mouse. and the best part, an incredibly attractive check out boy, who was pleased in our choice of music. and who was almost definately gay, which is cool by me. i need to find a reason to go back now... and a reason to go to the north scottsdale best buy as opposed to the one that is only 4 miles away. road trip?
we continues our shopping at target, where i almost got hit by a car, and where i used the robotic arm from the Incredibles to inappropriotely touch (or should i say grab) erin and kyle g. while walking down the shoe isle, i insulted ugg wanna be shoes. because they are ugly. no moccosans for you. and offended a rather large lady. she wanted the pink ones. slut.
we left target and proceeded across the parking lot to jamba juice. where the registar girl (who was way above my energy level) explained to me the joy of a jamba job, and i looked at the picture of the cute jambaboy worker. she also shared with us that on december 17th they will be open for 24 hours... i wonder if it's an experement. i'm looking forward to my jamba joy at 3am though. maybe go there before hot pink. that'd be bad ass.
we continued our adventure up the road to the blue obleisk. one of frank lloyd wright's last architectural designs. it's big and blue, and it glows. there are eight circles in a circle around it. i think if you get 8 people and chant then it will rise up and turn out to be some sort of space ship that can take us someplace more familiar.
that concluded the night. we drove home and watched the buffy musical we sang. kyle g sang baddly, i sang quietly. we watched the last buffy ever. it was decent... i kinda liked it. not quite the closure i was looking for. but good none the less.
then i went to bed. and woke up about every hour on the hour. yay for not being able to sleep good. i think that tylenol pm and and i are about to start a very long, dependent relationship. no drugs are bad. oh well. now i'm working and i'm cold and tired. bleh.
today should be interesting.