Mall Rats

Tell me, why is it that when I go to the store to buy a bag of chips, I am unable to make a decision because there are thirty million different kinds? You've got twenty different kinds of Doritos, Lays, Ruffles and then all the other brands. Oh my gosh! I finally settled for the Blazin' Bufflao and Ranch Doritos. Buying snacks has become a nightmare.

Something scary...

Llyoid Mall cops caught us crossing the Max track at an 'undesignated crossing location.' They pulled up in a car and on foot, four of them, and asked for our IDs. We were all scared out of our minds that they were going to search us. I didn't have anything...but I was the only one. Holy Shit.

But except for that, today was amazing.

Though last night, Jake gave me a fucking aniexty attack. He is such an idiot. He is going to get himself killed I swear.

Where is my mp3 charger? I cannot find it anywhere. =/

Oh and we met this insane woman downtown and then ran into her again at the Llyoid Center. She is either a major drug addict or has a psychological disorder. I tried listening to her but what she said followed no logical pattern and lets face, she was cool but plain freaky. We said we were mall rats and she said she was too.