I can't talk to her. She's against shit she can't even pronounce.

[substitute]

After last night's fun, I went to bed at 6 am and slept until 2. The rest of the day was... slow. Fortunately nothing else broke at work. I was bummed at missing Nicole's wedding, but there was no way that mission could have been accomplished without loss of life.

I finally dragged myself out of the house after dark and bought food, etc. I ended up at Ruba, which was full of weird ghosts of ten years ago. I don't think I'd seen Sabrina since Indian Burial Ground Night at Totally Coffee. She didn't acknowledge my existence, for which I am grateful.

Choice "Overheard at Ruba™" quotes:

"I live the same place she does. She has a nice rack. It's been okay."

"Oh, that Dennys. One of my best friends got busted for selling drugs to a minor there! It was awesome."

"You and I have a lot the same background, but you're good-looking."

"You know her. She's the racist secretary."

"I know it was illegal before, I asked you how old is she NOW?"

"No, man, I can't afford any tools. I just do shit to shit, you know?"

Ahh, Ruba.

It was 80 degrees F here at midnight with humidity around 50%. In coastal Orange County. I do not understand.

Comments

I just do shit to shit...

[nebris.livejournal.com]

Great shit, dude. lol

~M~

..and it was 112 in Brea..where I spent my day..*thud*

[handstil.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen Sabrina since her whole family hit on Ben and I ate Tony's Place, it was really um, memorable.
also, Indian Burial Ground Night *shudder*

[loose-joints.livejournal.com]

If you have time, we should go to Ruba one night while I'm in SoCal. We can take notes :) It sounds like it would be a hoot.

[rroseselavyoui.livejournal.com]

Went to Dietrich's in San Juan Capistrano and thought of you the whole time!

[culfinglin.livejournal.com]

who said it could be 100° at 8 p.m. in my living room? the weather gods are heretofore fired.