This one makes no sense. SORRY.

Since I am pretty much a lamo hermit-head these days, I am not often forced to endure awkward "run-ins" with rando's who I hoped to never see again. Praises. However, I can't expect to sail through my city-life in such a blessed manner. Curses. I can, however, pretend to be so self-absorbed or obsessed with the button on my sweet-ass fingerless, elbow-length gloves that I don't notice the awkward "run-in" upon me. Take, for instance, last evening. I was simply minding my own beeswax chatting with a friend at a local diner when she looked frighteningly alarmed and continually and somewhat psychotically began to repeat "Alexis, Alexis, Alexis!" (Names have not been changed because I don't GIVE A SHIT.) I panic, "WHAT!! I don't even KNOW Alexis!" "Yes you do you idiot! (She didn't really call me an idiot. That's my artistic freedom coming in.) It's Veronica's brother's cousin's ex-girlfriend. You know! The one with the BROWNIES!" "Ohhhhh yeah!! Ha. I do remember those brownies. (They were the special kind. If you know what I mean and I think you do)." Anyway. The rest of our dinner was pretty much ruined because I was completing my assigned duty (assigned to myself, by myself) to eavesdrop on her conversation. With her new (uggo) boyfriend. Basically I learned nothing because I was too distracted by her two french-braided braids.

Worst story EVER.