The Girl Next Door... continued
I just got back from work. I was talking to that girl that I mentioned earlier, Lindsey. We were making some good small talk, having some laughs, stuff like that. Apparently she got twenty bucks stolen out of her purse - right there at work, crazy shit, huh? Anyway, I was talking to her about some movie that I wanted to go see "Garden State". I heard it was pretty good, and it's supposed to be a sentimental semi-chick flickish movie or something, so I told her that, as a guy, I couldn't justify seeing it by myself. So I told her I was looking for a movie companion. Problem is, I just checked and the movie's not playing anymore - the nature of Inde-films I guess. Oh shit, I just totally skipped over the most important part. I GOT HER FUCKING NUMBER! I'VE GOT IT AND IT'S RIGHT HERE. HER FUCKING CELL NUMBER. Did I mention that she's hot? I GOT A HOT GIRL'S FUCKING PHONE NUMBER. THAT'S PHONE NUMBER, F-O-N-E, PHONE NUMBER BIAATCH!!! Kinda sucks that the movie's not playing anymore, so I'll have to figure something out, but oh well. I'll think of something. Ya know, I hope she doesn't LJ, that might be kinda weird if she happened to read this. Aww, hell. Who cares, if I'm really gonna run with this whole break out mentality I guess I've gotta learn a thing or two from Mike. So who cares? I want to bang her. There, I said it. Shit I don't know why that was so damn hard to say. I want to bang her. Probably easier that she find out on LJ anyways, but I guess she'll find out in the end, either way. By the way, if there's anyone reading this saying "But Smeagol, I always had you figured for this sweet, innocent and caring guy, what happened?" Well, you're not wrong. It's just that I've gone over a year without a girlfriend now. Maybe it's sexual frustration getting the best of me, I don't know. Just try not to judge me too much by these two posts.