I swear to god, I'm sitting here and I HEAR SOMEONE BREATHING. Slow, steady breaths. It sounds like someone's asleep on the futon behind me. But I am the only one in the apartment. This has gone on for days. Either the new neighbors upstairs or next door breath REALLY loudly (it's not snoring, it's breathing) or there's someone lurking right outside my window. If that's the case, I'd rather not know.
I am very proud of David - he went up to a cute girl in Barnes and Noble, initiated a conversation, and exchanged phone numbers with her. Go him! :D
After the number-getting, David and I went to see Wrong Turn. Very, very gory movie. Some stupid cunt brought her four year-old son to see it with her. How do I know he was four? Because when they walked in, David and I remarked how he's probably gonna grow up to be just a wee bit warped if this is considered appropriate viewing for him. After the movie Momma and kid walked by us and she asked if we had a problem. I quote: "He came from my pussy, so I can do whatever I want with him." I said it just seemed like a pretty scary movie for a young child to be watching. "He wasn't scared. He's seen lots of shit like this. Were you scared?" The kid nods his head - of course he was fucking scared, David and I were scared and we're 22 and 19, respectively! She rolled her eyes. "I didn't raise no pussy four year-old." The kid was actually very well-mannered (probably scared shitless) and quiet. I just hope his mother gets shot.