Meet Midnight
Kate Swem once asked "Nen, why are there seagulls in the parking lot if there isn't a sea anywhere near?" I couldn't answer her question. Why the hell were/are there seagulls in the parking lot of North Riverside Mall or other parking lots at that?! Sitting in a parking lot yesterday, waiting for my mother to finish shopping, I stuffed my face with Burger King, had the windows rolled down because of course, it was as warm as it should be this time of year- and this seagull was right next to the truck squeaking at intolerable decibels, I swear I almost cried, and I wished I possessed a slingshot or a rifle- take that little bastard out in one swoop.
Sitting there, eating my BK, I remembered Lisa. I posted about her a month or two ago. She was the closest female friend I ever had. In high school, our weekends consisted of driving around aimlessly, but filling the time with AMAZING conversations that were completely revealing. Since we were jobless, we'd somehow always end up going to lucky dog, getting whatever we could with the $3 dollars we had between us. There we'd sit in the parking lot of Lucky Dog, splitting a hamburger, a soda, and small fries, and laughing at how ghetto that was. I missed her more than I had missed her in a long time, and I wished I could just call her and repair our friendship and go back to calling each other every day to talk about nothing. I wished that the distance between us was not so vast, and I wished that she was still there. The squeaking seagull stopped me from crying. His interruption was good for something.
On a lighter note:
My vehicle has arrived.
My vehicle exudes alllllll sorts of sexiness and attitude, it should be illegal to be that good lookin.
I have named it Midnight, after it's auntie Liz. (Midnight is Liz's street name)
It shall be christened this Sunday, all are invited, cake will be served.
I am an EXTREMELY proud momma of a beautiful sexy scion.
***HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY SHERLY***
QOTD
Jessica: Do you smell that?!
Me: Awww man did you fart?
Jessica: No! I wouldn't fart in this car!....Not yet.
Sitting there, eating my BK, I remembered Lisa. I posted about her a month or two ago. She was the closest female friend I ever had. In high school, our weekends consisted of driving around aimlessly, but filling the time with AMAZING conversations that were completely revealing. Since we were jobless, we'd somehow always end up going to lucky dog, getting whatever we could with the $3 dollars we had between us. There we'd sit in the parking lot of Lucky Dog, splitting a hamburger, a soda, and small fries, and laughing at how ghetto that was. I missed her more than I had missed her in a long time, and I wished I could just call her and repair our friendship and go back to calling each other every day to talk about nothing. I wished that the distance between us was not so vast, and I wished that she was still there. The squeaking seagull stopped me from crying. His interruption was good for something.
On a lighter note:
My vehicle has arrived.
My vehicle exudes alllllll sorts of sexiness and attitude, it should be illegal to be that good lookin.
I have named it Midnight, after it's auntie Liz. (Midnight is Liz's street name)
It shall be christened this Sunday, all are invited, cake will be served.
I am an EXTREMELY proud momma of a beautiful sexy scion.
***HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY SHERLY***
QOTD
Jessica: Do you smell that?!
Me: Awww man did you fart?
Jessica: No! I wouldn't fart in this car!....Not yet.
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 10:07 PM
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