rob picked me up and we went to the store, and when we came back to my place he pulled his car up behind mine in the alley. which is always weird because for a split second i think “hey, someone’s in my spot!” and then it turns out to be my car. which is equally weird because then i half-expect to go up to my apartment and find myself home, at the computer or on the couch reading. like bill and ted or something.

right, so we watched kicking and screaming which was, um, good. it was about english majors and fiction writers who don’t do anything and are scared. i can identify, although not half as humorously.