Looks like it's just me and the dog today.
I was supposed to have dinner with my friend Mike (who is back home on spring break from New York) and his parents because I enjoy a free meal and well, why the hell not? But I called him like three times this afternoon and his phone was off so I am assuming that means he is laying in a gutter somewhere in the city, still high and barely conscious. He's pretty flakey so I don't really mind but then, after two hours on facebook and tumblr, I realized that I couldn't bear being home today and quickly opened my phone's contact list. After attempting to con a handful of people to hang out with me, I finally gave up and here I am.
I'm usually perfectly content to be home alone all day with my dog but I'm feeling rather restless today. My dog has already been taken out for a walk but I might take him out for another just to get out of the house. I even thought about riding my bike to the grocery store, buying cake mix, and making cup cakes by my self. Is that depressing? ....Because it sounds depressing.
Yesterday a woman called the gas station last night while I was working. I picked up and this is how the conversation went:
Me: Gamboa's Citgo
Her: Who is this?
Me: ....Vanessa
Her: Oh, God... (she was completely serious btw)
Me: ...............Can....I help you?
Her: Yes, I need the non emergency number to the police department.
Me: ...Are you serious?
Her: No, I'm fucking kidding. Yes, I'm serious.
Me: I don't -- How am I supposed to know the number to the police department? (furthermore, why was she calling a gas station to get it?)
Her: *sigh* It's on the LIST. THERE'S A LIST ON THE WALL WITH NUMBERS, THAT NUMBER IS ON IT.
Me: *looks through numbers* Yeah, it's not on here.
Her: Yes it is.
Me: No it's not.
Her: Whatever, forget it. *hangs up*
I am charming and well liked.