That globe of happiness in my carefree life has once again tossed me into a pool of euphoria. Larkin and I went on a few excursions today, one being to Left-Handed Monkey, that used clothes shop near H&H Music, and, with earned store credit, she bought me a snazzy new pair of pants. So very... khaki. It was the only thing in there that even fit me. I swear, my freshman English teacher, Mrs.Hallmark has sold her wardrobe (thank god) to that place. There are several pairs of very stretched leather hotpants, some really tacky belts, and some artificial-looking rattlesnake skin boots on their shelves. English teachers should definitely not be allowed to wear anything made of pleather. That applies to any middle-aged woman. It is, after all, one of the Seven Rules of If You Break Them I Kill You.

And so, new pants in hand, we spent a few hours back at the Dennis household. In fact, I donned the new pants, in order to look a sufficient amount of awesome for our next outing to Little Japon. As if Larkin's purchasing my own pants wasn't generous enough, she then bought me sushi! I LOVE SUSHI! I also LOVE LARKIN!

And so, I just got back from her house about twenty minutes ago. Tomorrow we have planned a trip downtown or whereabouts to see this modern danceish play Alice in Wonderland. I can't wait. Larkin and her mom expose me to such cool little artsy things. It is enlightening to have a girlfriend I can actually talk to about things on a higher intellectual level than shoelace-tying. Not only that, she appreciates art and good food. An endangered species, this one is- I do believe I'll keep her around for awhile.

Hmm. I want to write a story. I want so much to write a story, and make up some characters, and make up some little plot for them to follow. But, um, I can't think of anything. My inspiration level is, as of now, zero, which surprises me, considering how uncharacteristically happy I am. I dare somebody to provoke my literate side and give me an idea. Please?

Edgar Allen Porn-
"Jupiter! Put down that insect and rub my nipples, or I shall have to flog you again!"
"Yessuh, massa suh!"

If I'm ever a doctor, this is what I'll say to my first patient when he comes in with a headache-

"They probably laid eggs in your brain. Nothing to worry about, though. First all your hair falls out, then they fly out of your nose."