Went ghost hunting with Meagan, Julie, Sean, and Tamra's crew. It involved gravel roads and grounding my car and I wanna kill people. Other unfortunate happenings: I ended up in Julie's car for a bit. She had the heat on max the whole time and drives just over the speed limit. Also, I've decided Julie and I will never share a taste in music. Grr... That's why I drive everywhere. I can rule my car with an iron fist and since I know my car I can take it at exactly the right speed and modulate the climate so the windows aren't fogged and the air isn't stifling. It's a neat trick.
Anyway, the night was an unmitigated failure, but I don't resent it like this post would have you believe. It was okay, I suppose. Just should have known better than to go looking for something that doesn't exist.
I think I'm going trench coat hunting tomorrow. Three stores in the Crestview Hills mall are likely to have what I'm looking for: Skeffington's, Dillards, Jos. A Bank. If I go reclusive and decide I'm not talking to people in the near future, let it be known that this is the post that saw it coming. You can no longer be surprised if I'm bitter and openly hostile for a while. Maybe I just need a stiff drink or something.
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Now playing: The Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
via FoxyTunes
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2 comments:
maybe you should meet some new people...instead of becoming a recluse that is.
that's what I did...
I prefer to meet new people accidentally. I've never made the effort to meet new people because I'm lazy. Besides, nothing wrong with a little reclusiveness every now and then.
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