It was supposed to be a spicy chicken rice bowl. What I ended up eating was some type of gelatinous whitish-brown goop topped with old chicken slathered in generic red sauce. As you can imagine I was less than pleased. But enough of that, I ate and now I'm full. Good to go. But things only got worse from there.
So me and Nikki are innocently sitting at a table a fair bit apart from everyone else. That bit is important for what happens next. You see, I had to stretch out my stomach after eating that weird lard bowl, so I pulled that move where you lean back in your chair with your hands locked behind your head. Unbeknownst to me, a person of the feminine persuasion had taken up residence behind my seat. The poor thing was just minding her business, eating her own food. Anyway, I leaned back and somehow got my hands all up in her hair.
Imagine this, you're eating alone and suddenly some stranger is playing with your hair. Weird you out right? Right. Well now you know how the poor girl who sat in the wrong place felt. I still feel bad about probably ruining her day.
In other news I just succeeded in pulling the seat belt buckle out fo my car. It's been broken for about 3 weeks now. Every no and then it would lock, but I'm not comfortable diving to Vegas without it. So I'm gonna buy a new one tomorrow. Hopefully it won't cost me any more than 20 bucks... So that's another disappointment.
Seriously though never ever buy teriyaki sticks. Not worth your money. Or the stomach pain that's bound to follow. Someone teach me how to go bed before 2 AM please.
And this is what I hope that girl was saying right before the incident. But what she was really thinking was probably something different entirely.
Love as always,
Moody
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