I am really so very tired. I would love nothing more than to lay down in the uncomfortable bed and go to sleep... but nooooooo.... I have to watch Last C*mic Standing. Oy. And at least so far there is no feeling of hatred like the guy who won last year. I really did have comic-related-hatred for that dude. (I am thrilled we haven't been subjected to his tv pilot of Comedy Central showcase). I wonder if Ralphie May wants his cheap gas now? huh? I like that the C word chick got in. Lets see if she is just as filthy later (probably not).
I went to pick up the new Chuck Palahnuik book Stranger Than Fiction (the link just goes to the book cover but this link will take you to the publisher's site with an excerpt and I was walking into the Barnes and Noble on Colorado Blvd. and there was this kinda cute guy wearing a yellow shirt sitting out by the Starblechs. I have seemingly forgotten what a great spot that is. I abhor the coffee but the company may be worth going... anyways... So I walk in, pick up my book, find a nice Eric Bogosian book (well I am not sure how nice really but I really do like his writing) bargain book and I figure ok... I am going to walk by the magazine section, look through the glass and out at the yellow shirt guy. Assess if I really am going to be so bold. Faked looking at some car magazine too...since that is what was on that rack. Kinda still cute-ish (in my balding nebbishie glasses wearing hipster kinda way)....writing something (definately writing, not just reading, not that there is anything wrong with reading, hell I just picked up two books afterall...)... had an iced something or other (it was hot out...so very practical) and I see he smokes (that would be my chance to go up to him... oh dang, I can't find my lighter, can I borrow yours?). Fine. I pay for my books and I am walking out of the store, planning my method of attack... and blammo... my parents drive up. I kibbutz with the parents, we decided that the Daughter GPS (tm) is apparantly on target and we are still kibbitzing, Mom tells me some stuff, I look up see the yellow shirt guy looking over at us (keep in mind we are right there in front of him) and I smile and kibbitz with my parents some more, he smiles back maybe I don't know I try and look like ... don't go anywhere... I will be right over there dude...no really I was trying to not look like a complete goofball. The exchange takes all of two minutes at the most. My parents drive off, I smile again and then I walk to my car (which was the plan... I was going to get my journal and this library book that I need to finish) but then...I... get in and drive off.
Completely forgetting about cute yellow shirt guy with glasses who writes or something.
Seriously, I am a retard.
And thus I put out the call.... yellow shirt guy who was sitting outside the starblecks and the barnes and noble... I am sorry.
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