Aug
28-03
John O and I ate lunch at the food court in the mall today. On the way out, we had to pass through a department store. There was a young woman trying to sell a new cologne called Spark. She handed us the little slips of paper with the cologne sprayed on it. We smelled it, and John wiped it on his face saying “cool, free cologne.” I mimic John, whiping the paper across my face, but give myself a paper cut in the process. To add insult to injury, there was enough cologne on the paper to cause the paper cut to burn more than usual. I dropped to the ground, writhing in agony. The girl apologized, but I lied and told her that it wasn’t really her fault.
Conversation with John O before lunch:
- JO: My air conditioner is broke again. My house is getting really fricken hot.
- Me: I thought you had an all brick house?
- JO: No, only the front is brick, and the sun doesn’t shine there, so it doesn’t help much.
- Me: So THATS WHERE THE SUN DOESN’T SHINE. People have been telling me to stick stuff there for some time.
- JO: Well I wish they would stop saying that, its really kind of a mess.


Why wouldn’t you vote for me? Oh wait, maybe I don’t want that in print…