Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Except I Know It's Actually "Hannah"
Because I heard her tell that to another German guy. And I know I probably sound like an eavesdropping creep, but the thing is, well, I'm kind of an eavesdropping creep. And then she stated taking to this one dude who was obviously interested in her. I say "obviously" because he offered to buy her a beer despite the fact that it was 10am. And I say "asshole" because he had an eyebrow piecing. Which last time I checked you're not allowed to have unless you're a 13 year old girl named Chloe who hates her parents. But he has one. Maybe he's a cool guy. Maybe I shouldn't judge. Though when I came in from surfing yesterday he asked how it was and I said terrible and he said yeah, probably better to go out around four or five. Really? Gee, thanks for the advice. I was under the erroneous impression that the sea was calmest in the middle of the day, when it looks like zeus has gathered the winds and waters just offshore to use as his own, personal swirling blender of awfulness. But I'll check later around sunset. Thanks for the advice.
The cicadas are going crazy here. It must be some kind of once every 17 years bloom. I saw a guy last night picking then up off the ground and putting then into the pocket of his cargoshorts. I have idea why. Ostensibly to fry them. They are disgusting creatures and they are loud.
Anyway. Time to go to the beach. And not lurk on Hannah. Aka she just walked by.
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You could always just talk to this mysterious Hannah :P
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