Our Thoughts Strayed Constantly and Without Boundary
An entirely more mundane post this go around. Although I am heartened by the comments on the last. Should I write about time two?
My lesbian and I went out to dinner last night. She had a big school project she needed to finish and since I knew for a fact she had no food in the house, I promised her dinner to feed her brain for the last big push. We ate at St. Johns, which has the best bar food ever. It's not pub food. It's bar food. They had their Half Price Burger special going, so I had a Bacon and Swiss and she had the Jalapeno. Add some garlic fries into the mix and it was fantastic! I've had just about everything on the menu and I've never had a bad meal...
I don't think I mentioned about a week and a half ago, our downstairs storage lock was broken into. I say broken into, but really someone just opened the door. It's wasn't even locked. A few bowling balls were taken and perhaps some wine and some other stuff. Well, today as we headed downstairs our neighbors' locker was opened. Dad went to close the door and saw our stuff. Not the wine, but it looked like all the bowling balls were there and a few other things too. So we took it back and put it in our now firmly locked storage locker.
Now, I don't know if our neighbors actually took the stuff in the first place. I'm not entirely certain there are people living in that apartment right now anyway. And while there was other stuff in there, it didn't look like it had been touched in awhile. It is entirely possible that whoever took the stuff moved stuff into the other locker while they went through ours. But as the master said, 'It is a mistake to theorize without data.' And it's not like any of my stuff was taken, because there's no way I'd ever leave anything in there anyway.
And that woman winked at me again on Geek2Geek. I wish I could send her a message explaining my situation. Or at the very least see a picture of her. She's clearly interested. It's the hat. Chicks dig the hat.
My lesbian and I went out to dinner last night. She had a big school project she needed to finish and since I knew for a fact she had no food in the house, I promised her dinner to feed her brain for the last big push. We ate at St. Johns, which has the best bar food ever. It's not pub food. It's bar food. They had their Half Price Burger special going, so I had a Bacon and Swiss and she had the Jalapeno. Add some garlic fries into the mix and it was fantastic! I've had just about everything on the menu and I've never had a bad meal...
I don't think I mentioned about a week and a half ago, our downstairs storage lock was broken into. I say broken into, but really someone just opened the door. It's wasn't even locked. A few bowling balls were taken and perhaps some wine and some other stuff. Well, today as we headed downstairs our neighbors' locker was opened. Dad went to close the door and saw our stuff. Not the wine, but it looked like all the bowling balls were there and a few other things too. So we took it back and put it in our now firmly locked storage locker.
Now, I don't know if our neighbors actually took the stuff in the first place. I'm not entirely certain there are people living in that apartment right now anyway. And while there was other stuff in there, it didn't look like it had been touched in awhile. It is entirely possible that whoever took the stuff moved stuff into the other locker while they went through ours. But as the master said, 'It is a mistake to theorize without data.' And it's not like any of my stuff was taken, because there's no way I'd ever leave anything in there anyway.
And that woman winked at me again on Geek2Geek. I wish I could send her a message explaining my situation. Or at the very least see a picture of her. She's clearly interested. It's the hat. Chicks dig the hat.