the call

I just got a call from the cola. He's run out of gas on the freeway and is about to get hit by many 18 wheelers. I laugh at his misfourtune then proceed to play the hero. I rescue his dorky ass and in return he fills up my gas tank. Cool. We ended up sitting at the gas station for almost 2 hours drinkin soda, smokin some turkish gold, and shooting the bull. It was great. It was not at all what I was expecting to do at 1am on a Thursday night. It was fun though... and my good deed for the day. Go me :)

a visitor

She called, she wanted to show me her new hair do. So she came over about 30mins later in her new truck as well. I invited her in and it was like an angel had entered my house. She is so beautiful. I wanted nothing more then to take her in my arms and never let go. I said that I would get over her though, and I want to, I have to. She stayed a whole five minutes. Five minutes of torture. I wish she wouldn't have come over, it just wasn't a good time. She walked out my door perhaps never to be seen again. I asked for no hug, no physical contact what so ever. She did pat me on the head once while we were talking. *confused* I shut the door to my house then turned 90 degrees and proceeded to bang my head against the wall a dozen times. I felt nothing. I don't know why I did it. Love will do crazy shit to you.