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There is something extremely funny about sitting at dinner with your male friend, whose apartment you're sleeping in, and who's paying for the dinner, and hearing him talk about how dinner/movie/whatever dates can be in a way "non-contractual prostitution," because the guy in question is shelling out money for the possibility of his date sleeping with him.
We saw an eight-year-old goth playing DDR at arcade in the maul. Well, somewhere around the six-to-eight age bracket. John's theory is that the poor tyke is just overwhelmed by crushing angst and stuff because this morning he accidentally put the paste on, THEN tried to color with his crayons. But hey, that's enough to turn anyone gothy, right?
We also got trapped in the maul for a bit. Then we got trapped in the parking lot. FATED TO DIE IN INDIANA MALL PARKING LOT
I now have an original giant-size four-battery-powered gray Game Boy. It cost me ten bucks. Well, it cost John ten bucks, but that's because I haven't paid him back yet. It's nice and clean, screen has a couple small smeary things but no scratches, and it plays just fine. This find, combined with a copy of the SNES game Top Gear (to which I was addicted back when I could rent SNES games from local Smith's which became Albertson's which is probably some other grocery store by now), makes me quite happy.
Currently John is sleeping and I am hanging out until I perform my assigned duty of waking him at midnight (9:00 Jenny time). I plan to do this by banging on his door and yelling something along the lines of "WAKEY-WAKEY, BIPED". I might also refer to him as "knave".
We saw an eight-year-old goth playing DDR at arcade in the maul. Well, somewhere around the six-to-eight age bracket. John's theory is that the poor tyke is just overwhelmed by crushing angst and stuff because this morning he accidentally put the paste on, THEN tried to color with his crayons. But hey, that's enough to turn anyone gothy, right?
We also got trapped in the maul for a bit. Then we got trapped in the parking lot. FATED TO DIE IN INDIANA MALL PARKING LOT
I now have an original giant-size four-battery-powered gray Game Boy. It cost me ten bucks. Well, it cost John ten bucks, but that's because I haven't paid him back yet. It's nice and clean, screen has a couple small smeary things but no scratches, and it plays just fine. This find, combined with a copy of the SNES game Top Gear (to which I was addicted back when I could rent SNES games from local Smith's which became Albertson's which is probably some other grocery store by now), makes me quite happy.
Currently John is sleeping and I am hanging out until I perform my assigned duty of waking him at midnight (9:00 Jenny time). I plan to do this by banging on his door and yelling something along the lines of "WAKEY-WAKEY, BIPED". I might also refer to him as "knave".
