i was on baldwin this evening having dinner with my mom and dad at an italian restaurant. the one right next to us is that indian one where at lunch, it's a buffet. anyway, there were these 4 teenagers (around my age probably younger) eating at the indian restau and they looked over at me, all four of them. which, i thought was super weird and rude. but that's not the point of the story. after we were done, me and my dad went to get our car and my mom was paying the bill. the four kids were walking in front of me between me and my dad and i wanted to catch up to him but they were walking so fast i couldn't pass them. next thing you know, they turn the corner and sprint down the street and 5 seconds later, the waiter comes zoom zooming down the street trying to catch them. THOSE BASTARDS ATE WITHOUT PAYING.
who the hell does that? like really? eating without paying? i hope they tripped and ate it when they were running away.
*insert annoying phantom planet california song aka the oc's theme song. californiaaaaaaaaaa here i comeeeeee!* -- wait no, fuck that. don't insert that song there. instead, insert tong song aka annetong's new theme song courtesy of my rockin' cozzin' annetong annetong what the fuck is going on?
i gahc (got a hair cut) today so i woulnd't disappoint when i ran into victoria beckham in los angeles but it turned out pretty shitacular. i am once again a little boy but this time more boyish than the other times. i kind of hate my hair a lot right now but for some crazy reason, i could care less about it than i ever have. who wants to come over and g-g-g-gel my hair into a wicked fauxhawk?! hollaaaa
my stupid hair... it don't phase me, bra!
see you all in five days! no, seriously. all of you. five days. i'll see you.
