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ok, so i ate lunch around 1:30pm today.
got some shit done at home, ran some errands, yadda yadda.
went to the gym.
that's right, i said GYM.
then to princeton record exchange, where i bought a few cds...
none of which i was actually hoping to find.
and nothing for the friend i'm overdue to buy cds for.
by this time it was already 8pm. aka 'me starving.'

during the drive home, i decided to repeat the meal i had for lunch:
turkey sammitch, soup, and popcorn. why not? 'twas tasty.
so of course, five minutes later, i switched to wanting corn flakes.
a mere ten minutes after that, i was at a mcdonald's drive thru ordering a vanilla cone. i figured i deserved it after going to the gym. on a saturday. that's right... i said gym. again.
but i also wanted fries. hot ones, though.
as much as i love mickey d fries, i don't mind the wendy's version and a wendy's was only a couple of miles away in the direction i was going. i figured i'd be done w/ the cone by the time i got there and could enjoy my hot fries for the rest of my one-handed drive home. that was the plan.
when i got to wendy's, i wasn't even halfway done w/ my ice cream delight. (and, boy, do i mean DELIGHT). so i felt like an idiot when i grabbed my bag o' fries while already eating. it's the type of silly thing that'll still be bothering me a week from now.

exiting back onto the highway always takes me forever.
think of the simpsons ep when prinskipple skinner took over otto's bus driving duties because the latter didn't actually have a driver's license. remember when he didn't have a clear shot turning onto the street? that's me. i wait til the coast is ALL CLEAR. it's usually just on highways. i have no depth perception(x), the cars are going by too fast, and i don't have patience to figure out 'how soon will a car that's x distance away get to me if it's going 60mph?' so i wait ten fucking seconds til the next car passes me before thinking 'i coulda made that.' then it happens again before i think 'ok, i shoulda went.' it's not til i'm frustrated w/ myself that i shoot out onto the road in front of a car that's a much closer call that i think 'the driver behind me hates me.' so that's what happened when i left wendy's.

all done w/ my cone, the fries would still have to wait. falkor (my car) needed gas.
now... he didn't really need gas. i had half a tank. but i superstitiously don't like going below that mark. so, unless i'm broke, i refill at that point. at the hess station, i decided to get a couple of scratchoff lotto tickets while my car was being fed. i hear it only takes a dollar and a dream. not having any good dreams lately, i decided to compensate by spending THREE dollars. i grabbed a drink first before getting the tickets. walking towards the register, i noticed that the cashier was kinda cute. not 'hot' by most people's standards, i would say, but definitely cute. at least enough to possibly think i was also cute. or cute enough. maybe.
so he rang up my drink and tickets and told me the total cost. $4.06.
or rather, 'four o shix.' he had a lisp! hot.
so at that very moment 'kinda cute' became 'hot' to me. and then i had a fleeting crush on hess boy. see, it's the little things like that in life that keep ya goin'.
even though i'm now over it.

same 'drama' happened pulling back out onto the highway. i won't bother going over it again. and, no, i didn't win shit from those scratchoffs. maybe it does take a dream as well. so tonite, i'll try my best to have a dream about winning money from the nj lottery. in said dream, hess boy will sell me a winning scratchoff ticket. i'm hoping for at least 20 grand. hell, it's a dream, right? let's triple it.
shixty thoushand it is, then. i'm not greedy. and apparently not over my fleeting crush either. i'd probably have a better chance at winning the lottery, tho.
wah waaaaaah.