Archive for July 15, 2008

I am Teh Uber-Pimp.

{ July 15, 2008 @ 3:19 pm } · { Crime & Punishment, Epiphanies, Food }
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I was out till 5AM last night. I walked to Val’s house (my wife and co-conspirator) and we hung out for like two hours. It was awesome.

So I’m running on 8 hours of sleep. That is not enough for someone like me. Thankfully I have a Peet’s Freddo (if you’re not familiar, it is the orgasmic god-nectar version of the Starbucks frappuccino).

But the sunrise was beautiful, so it was totally worth it. Plus it was great seeing my wife. I found an awesome route to her house that goes through the Hearthwood neighborhood, past the Cascade Park library, and is a good 20 minutes shorter than the way that goes straight down 136th and Mill Plain. I’m going to take that route home after school if I walk.

Also, now I have buns of steel and thighs of iron. And I remembered why I used to like mornings. When you don’t have shit to do, they’re really pretty. With the birds chirping, and the cool, dewy smell of the air, you feel really energized. I might just start waking up at 6AM to take walks. Then I’ll go back to bed. XD

Yay! My daddy just said that he’s making Cuban black bean soup. That shit is delicious. It’s got green olives in it, and it’s possibly my favorite food.

Well, that’s all. In conclusion: today rocks. w00t.

Anything I say can and will be used against me…

{ July 15, 2008 @ 12:13 am } · { Angst & Anger, Paranoia }
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But I haven’t the right to remain silent.

Apparently, whenever I hang out with Kris, some story gets misinterpreted or elaborated upon and he tells it to Steffany (mutual friend and his neighbor). Then I get really strange befuddled text messages from her, like “did you have sex with Jacob????” No, I did not, I am a virgin. I haven’t seen him for more than a week, anyway. Not like I would bang him, even if I could. That would just be awkward.

Last time we hung out, he told her I tried to kiss him, which is a gross exaggeration. Yes, there was an almost-kiss moment, but neither of us attempted anything.

Really I’m just getting tired of explaining to her what actually happened. I’m not a suspect, after all. I shouldn’t have to be interrogated about stuff.

And Jacob still hasn’t called or text-messaged me. I’m getting really pissed.