I woke up from my nice little nap and it was dark outside. I had like eight new texts and a missed call, so I looked at the clock and realized I'd been asleep for over two hours. whatever, I earned that nap and now I felt much better.
my parents were relaxing in the living room watching tv. I guess they came home when I was asleep. we chatted for a bit, and I told them about my team winning the Mud Run today (it's a 5k run with an insanely long, insanely steep uphill in the middle of the course, and a bunch of mud pits to run / swim / crawl through.) my parents told me about their weekend visiting friends in El Centro. I cleaned up pretty well from last night, so this time they didn't accuse me of having "one of those beer parties."
my stomach was a-bubblin' and a-growlin' for some food, so I left to pick up some Las Parillas. I got there, ordered my carne asada burrito, and Senor Cashier says, "Anything else, guero?" smiling, I shook my haid and said no. he said, "four eighty-five. nice jacket." thanks. I took a seat and waited for my booo-ree-toe.
I was sitting there wondering why I got called guero. I mean it wasn't bothering me at all, I was in a great mood. I still had that post-run high going. and then the jacket compliment... was he being sarcastic? I dgaffed, it was a nice jacket so I didn't care if he thought it was gay.
"sixty nine!" that was me. I went to the counter, where the other guy asked me, "you want hot sauce?" a lot. he grabbed five little capped cups and slid them into the bag. "here you go. nice jacket." I smiled, "thanks," and left.
I got back in my car, wondering if they were screwing with me. was there a big cum stain on my jacket I didn't notice? WHY there would be a big cum stain on my jacket, I don't know. that's the first thing I thought of.. cum stain. that's probably weird. anyway I got home, inspected my jacket for ejaculate (though none was to be found), and ate my burrito. at the time I thought today would make a nice little blog post. now I'm realizing this has become just a waste of everyone's time. sorry about that.
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ah, the act of thinking too much.
welcome to my life.
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