Twelve kinds of not interested.

Reminder to not go out after dark starts now:

I went to the gas station to fill up and get a car wash that I purchased last Friday and some guy was hanging out with his friends. He approached me and asked if I had a boyfriend or guy friend with me. At this point, I'm freaking out because I'm really not in the mood for a gang bang, but he shakes my hand and talks to me. I tell him a bit about myself and I learn he's a DJ. I'm not interested, but I still acted friendly because he says that he just wants to make a few new friends. I'm just silently thanking whoever invented caller ID.

Friday is my next day off. I'm going to go hang out with my friend Mike who I haven't seen in forever. He and I had originally planned on seeing Indy together a few months ago so I'm hoping we see that on Friday when I get back from Ventura with my mom.

Also, Sublime phase. I'm enjoying their acoustic stuff.