Sunday, July 11

Lisa the Prostitute

when she talks to me on the phone, she's got to stand out on the street. she stands out there and paces and in between telling me her stories from the day, she's yelling "Turn around!" and "God, you're gross, stop it!" at the guys who won't stop gawking at her pacing talking to me on the phone.

we have a date for tomorrow. original idea was her and me, watching i love the 90's with pizza and beer. unfortunately, some time into the conversation, we both realized that we have $3.87 collectively, and can't afford pizza OR beer. we decided on popcorn and red delicious instead.

you know what's really funny? we don't even like popcorn. we discovered that a while ago. she said, "Oh, that's right! we don't!"

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