i was told this, around nine am.

see, i didnt answer the phone.

wink wink nudge nudge.

heh.

she retold me the story:

"you got a call around 3."

"i did?"

"yeah, from james."

"who?"

"james."

"uh."

"i picked the phone up, he said 'can i talk to crayon?' 'can i ask who's calling?' 'james' 'crayon's sleeping right now.' 'oh.' and then he hung up."

and this is odd if only because i know no james.

and even odder because anyone i do know knows not to call that late unless its an emergency/they're going to leave a message.

it pisses the hell out of me when someone calls for me, but talks to someone else, and then WONT LEAVE THEIR NAME.

granted, this guy did all the right things, leaving his name and such.

it would've helped if i had known him though.

hell, maybe he'll call again tonight and we can settle this whole name calling mess.

my breath is now curiously strong, thanks to my crazy always there peppermint altoids.

sitting, eating with carlos, bunch of women walked by that i somehow know. one being a type i wouldnt mind answering my calls at three in the morning if you know what i mean.

and i think you do.

but yeah, no, she saw carlos first, then looked at me.

believe it sort of took her back, because carlos and i... dont mesh easily to the eyes.

then she looked back at carlos.

kept on walking.

however, carlos and i do get along damn well.

i laugh at his ass-ness. everyone else takes it personally and gets mad.

im going bowling in an hour. i havent been bowling in a really long time. this shall be an interesting experience.

my friend's mom bought 18 boxes of kix.

which is spooky because i'm eerily like kix.

kid tested, mother approved.

and with that, i leave.

no, thats a lie, i remembered something:

my throat almost got SLICED OPEN by a killer leaf today.

so it almost didnt. point is it was damn windy and leaves were attacking.

it was a horrible horrible sight.

now i leave.