it all started this morning.
though it might make sense if i start off with last night.
no, that would make it too long and all jumbled.
it all started this morning.
seven thirty am to be exact.
me, all tired from so little sleep the night before.
starbucks, giver of free coffee to all employees.
my stomach, empty but for a chocolate chip cookie that my mom sent to show that she loves me inspite of my not being in college.
the result, an unusually wired me talking in british accents and dancing around the storage room,
then, more starbucks. we are required to try the drinks, you know.
they make us drink coffee.
even if you havent had anything to eat (exept a chocolate chip cookie that your mom sent to guilt you into being productive) even if you are already wired from an iced grande toffee nut white mocha.
another two cups of coffee, and i was off work.
i walked briskly around the mall where i work two or three times, then drove across town to the other mall,
saw a movie there, united states of leland, so slow it made me restless; even more hyper.
talked, or actually flirted with the girls that worked at the movie theater.
they asked me if i wanted to donate some change to some charity for kid's with cancer.
i told them "no, i hate kids"
they didnt know i was joking.
they told me i was "harsh".
went to the foodcourt.
went to hottopic
went to borders bookstore.
made three laps around the t-mobil kiosk.
noticed i was being followed.
two girls and a guy.
dressed very colorfully.
bright pink skirts with green shirts.
black and white striped blouse with beads and other costume jewelry.
belts made out of seatbelts.
the guy jumped over the escalator to get to me.
they thought i was cool because i was walking in a zig zag like fashion.
we hung out by the gumball machines.
they were all sixteen.
they told me about this ramone's tribute band thats playing on saturday.
i told them i'd go.
they got my phone number.
they called me a slut.
i went back and flirted with the girls at the movie theater again.
then went home and ran around the block with the dog in tow.
finally starting to calm down.
moral of the story:
mood enhancing drugs makes one happy and popular.
use them consistently.
5:39 p.m. - 2004-05-12
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