My Hands Smell Like Butterpiss

Today I went to the mall with Bex. 

We were supposed to go to Fitzgerald's, but turns out no one was playing. That would have been awkward...

It was fun. We shopped for like, the first hour, and went on a quest to find the perfect pair of Rainbows. I like the thin straps in the lightest colour. Nordstroms, Pac Sun, and Journey's didn't have the ones I want! Geez, I almost killed someone.

Eventually we got tired so we went to eat at Chick- Fil- A. I decided to get the "new" chick-n strips (or whatever). They taste exactly like the old ones... Next time I'm getting nuggets. Then we went to this furniture display and sat in the bunk beds. Then we got kicked out. By a sassy black man.

Oh, and I was supposed to meet up with IDG... 

Here's how it went:

I texted him Monday night asking him if he was free.

Response? "I might be doing something extremely sexy and important. I'll try to squeeze you in".

Oh goodie.

Tuesday I asked him if he knew anything about Fitz.  Short convo about that...

Today our conversation went:

Me: I'm at the [mall] from 3 till... Idk. Are you?

Me: Idk is seven.

constant phone checking...

By six, I was fed up.

Me: [FIRST NAME] [LAST NAME]! Please quit being an ass face (albeit an attractive one) for an hour.

I was not at all prepared for the response.

IDG: What? I'm busy. What do you want?

heart palpitations...

Me: Oh, sorry, thought you were just being suckish.

IDG: And I cant really go anywhere. I have no car here.

Me: Um, yeah, sorry for pissing you off. Promise not to bother you in a while.

This is where we got kicked off the bunk beds.

"Wait, you aren't allowed to sit up here?"

"NOOOOOOOO!" (said in sassy, saucy black voice)

Bex and I ended up in Limited Too... buying candy.

I was ranting about my newfound hatred of IDG.

(which I do frequently, apparently)

when-

IDG: Not botherin. Just making impossible requests.

Taffy jumps up into the air and squeals. Bex shakes head.

Me: That makes me feel better. I think. maybe ill visit you tomorrow but you have to tell me when youre free, cos non replies bug the crap out of me.

Two hours later

IDG: Working from 1 to 5.

I honestly don't know what to think anymore.

I should start writing about cats.