Randomness.
II. Sometimes you wish you were the only person telling your story, because you’re the only one who knows how it really goes.** 6. Today while wearing this Bob’s Java Hut tshirt, another in the series with flames up the arms, I thought to myself, ‘that would make a pretty cool tattoo, chopper-tshirt-style flames up the arms’. Then I realized that Josh has that very same tattoo already, and I never recognized it as such until having the idea myself. Therefore, it’s clearly not a well-executed tattoo concept, and it has been discarded. # Some girls and I will be starting auto shop next Wednesday. I can’t decide whether to put in nitrous first, or the roll cage. Something tells me I’m gonna need both. Then I’ll slap on a centrifugal supercharger with a low boost setting and conservative tuning, and I’ll easily be pushing 600hp. And shit, I can’t forget the neon. Must have neon. vi) Last night, cashier-boy was fully pimped-out in a jersey, cornrows under a do-rag under a sideways baseball cap, fat gold chains, lots of rings, and attitude. Something about him asking, “Are you a member of the co-op?” in a quiet, polite voice was so beautifully perfect that I wanted to hop the counter and hug him just for being himself in snobbish Linden Hills. But I didn’t think that would go over so well, so instead I chatted for a while and paid for my vegan protein cakes and left. g. I so lied to you the other day when I said the 3day didn’t have the route map. Here it is! Why is there a fighter plane at the airport? Stupid militaristic latter days. x) It took me an hour and a half to get home from work today, due to this freak storm that knocked down trees and streetlights and uprooted office buildings and littered them all directly in my path. It poured and I had to put on my captain’s hat and sail Chico into Minneapolis Bay, but I made it. And when I reached the airport, we emerged from underneath the low ceiling of menacing stormclouds and burst into the sunlight and gaudy blue sky one sees only in California. Next week, I will be in California. Jenni **I’m the only one who knows how it ends.