Look at me! I'm such a slacker!!
Really there is nothing left to do here and there isn't anybody around anyway so no matter.
Today is such a slack day, the only really productive thing I've done is sweeping...both at home and here. And that doesn't say much. Though I do find it intresting just how dirty it can get at my house in a matter of days crum wise.
So, yes. I wish I had some news or some intresting story.
O wait I guess I do. And suprise suprise it isn't me bitching about the whole moving thing...and yet it totally just snuck in there didn't it? Any-how, there was this crazy drunk indian guy wandering down whyte ave today, alright I'll admit it so far this doesn't sound very out of the ordinary but really this is strange. He approched two gentalmen sitting at one of the tables out side of starbucks and started yelling at them in that slurred way that drunk people do but we all gathered after about a minute of his rambling that he wanted their change. The guy that works at the starbucks, and by the way the only one that doesn't make you buy anything before letting you use the restroom, came out, puffed up his chest like any heterguy would do and 'politley' asked him to leave. I had to laugh. though I was concerned that our drunk friend would turn at him and try to shove the tennis ball that he was holding down his throught. No such luck for all the people that love drama out there, he just left...almost. As he walked away he spotted the perfect pray. I swear to god a living hobbit. Short, curly dirty blond hair, wearing all natural tones and merrily wandering down the street living hobbit. The poor thing didn't know what hit his when Mr.Drunk decided that he didn't want t he change of the gentalmen acosted earlier he wanted not only the change but ANY money that this man was carrying. Mr. Starbucks was right pissed off with this change in events and calle din for the cops to be called. Really though, our friendly neighborhoor hobbit some how managed to sqeeze past Mr.Drunk and trot off before anymore damage could be done as he was left wondering where he went for a good 30 seconds.
Ah, its a shitty story but I'm bored so...tada!
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