mood: wind-tousledmusic: 'don't you want me' by human league

there's just something about running at 2AM that's eerie, but not in a distracting way. pretty much perfect weather for a run too, during the summer nights here in l.a.. (tangent: i never understood exactly how it worked when you ended a sentence with an acronym. are there two periods? somehow that doesn't look right. if there's just one, then how does the reader know the sentence ends? maybe i omit the periods of the acronym for the sake of the sentence ending period. but then, the reader might mistake "l.a." as a note to follow "so"...)

anyway, last night, a pretty thick fog rolled in right as i started my run. it kinda scared me. then, as if the night wasn't eerie enough without strong visual acuity, as i was cooling down in front of my house, i heard a jingle to my right. there was a orange and white striped cat stalking me. at that point i was thinking to myself, 'whatever, man, as long as it's not a black cat, i don't care.' the cat did as cats do, seeming to follow me out of friendship until i tried to approach it, at which point it leaped backwards in fear, inducing a mind numbing confusion upon me. so i walked in and:

1) got a small saucer
2) filled it with 1%
3) brought it outside
4) put it down in plain view of the cat
5) tamed the cat

in reality, i didn't tame the cat at all. the jingling should have tipped me off, but i was dead-fuckin-tired after having run 3 miles across the curvy hills of westchester. turns out the cat lives down the street from me. his name is eddie. he used me for my milk and scratching abilities. furry-faced little bastard.

so today i got my new phone activated. that's right. goodbye to prepaid bullshit. i really like my new phone. it's exactly the way i like my phones, and arguably, the same way hugh grant likes his hookers: black and cheap. (thought i was too young to remember that one, huh? think again, kids. i specialize in the 90's...)

my dad was kind enough to pay for the cost of the phone, all because of the initiative i took, which i still think was minimal and not worth commenting upon, to finding temp jobs around town since it's too late for me to get an actual job, school being just around the corner. the only thing i've been lamenting is last weekend, when i clocked in 27 hours in three days working a road show at a costco 40 miles away. still, it wasn't even that bad. the pay was $9/hour under the table, which made up for the title of 'baba foods sample bitch'. that's right, i worked a road show for a small family-owned business. their business: hummus. (which is actually more delicious than you think.) doing stock, taking inventory, making friends with the coffee roadshow guys for equal parts friendship and free coffee; it was all part of my mallrats-like weekend in the northwest valley.

---Goei---