And I’m not even at a greek restaurant. Pepsi. Shiiiet.

It is Wednesday. The days are numbered. 21st of September is the day. That is all I will say. Until then… you know we’ve got to pray. we’ve got to pray just to make it today.

Speaking of MCHAMMER— I have a pair of pants that go right up over my belly and are big and bouncy and I look rad in them when I wear my combat heel boots. Yes, I sure do own them. Fashion Turn to the left/ Turn to the right. Too bad I have no wear to go. Just wear them to the coffee shop and sometimes out to dinners alone. Don’t worry, I’m fine.

Right now I am staring out the window at this guy with a beard, burnt nose, striped shirt. He is wearing faded denim. Worn down sneakers. One might initially believe he is the anti-hipster super hipster. Turns out, he is a bumb. And a mighty mighty bumb at that. See, he is completely standing tall in the center divide of the road. He waivers for a second and then stands firm. Opens his brown bag. Glances heroically at his liter of milk. Then takes a swig before dragging his sleeve across his face. What do I see? Pride. Pure pride. He wraps his milk back inside the brown bag and continues on his way — woopsie.. i just made eye contact.

I hope he doesnt marry me. Thats how I got into this mess.