some things...

I hate most animals, but there's a special place in my heart for tiny, orange cats and raccoons. As I was coming home from work tonight, I saw a raccoon run across East College. I stopped and watched as he ran in front of my car to the other side of the street. As I accelerated again, a second raccoon ran out right in front of my car. Those who know me probably wouldn't reply "reflexes" when asked about my best quality. Needless to say, the poor little fella didn't make it. I felt really bad. I had a sick feeling in my stomach for a little while. I guess this is how I know I've kind of grown up. In the old days, I wouldn't usually bat an eye. I'd get out and check to see if anything happened to my car, but wouldn't care much about the furry woodland creature I just smashed. But now I just feel like an ass. I mean, there probably wasn't anything I could have done, but still...

In the store tonight, an Hispanic man walked up to me and, in broken English, inquired about a "camera that take the peeeecture and then one minute peeecture come out." I said, "a polaroid?" "Oh no, no, no. The peeeecture come out of the camera. One minute." "I think those are polaroids." "No, no. You not understand. The PEEEECTURE come out of the CAMERA!" Each time he said this, he took an imaginary picture with an imaginary camera, then pulled the "peeecture" out. Probably one of the most frustrating conversations I've ever had. Finally I said, "Oh! Those! Sorry, I think we're sold out." I wanted to fucking shake him. I'm not one of those "if you come to our country, you should learn English" people. But seriously...learn English if you have to talk to me. Well, unless you're a hot Hispanic chick that says "papi" a lot 'cause, well...that's just hot.

I saw a video of the guy who was riding with Hulk Hogan's kid when he got into that wreck. Wow. That guy is pretty fucked up. The whole front of his head is gone, and he's probably going to be in a coma forever. I don't know why they are keeping him alive. Even if by some miracle he does pull through, he's never going to be close to normal. If I ever get like that, somebody pull the plug. I want it to be an actual plug, though. Kenny, you do the honors.

Welp, that's about all the nonsense I have for tonight. Hope everybody has a good weekend. I hope some people come to terms with their weirdoness and embrace it. I hope I meet a lady down on her luck and low on her standards.