freckle.

11:19 slurpee run. an eye opening experience for me, have no doubt. i dont think you ever truly know the incredible variety of people residing in richmond until you visit 7-11 after dark.

i had chosen wild cherry for my flavor. wild cherry seemed to be a little too watered down, but wild cherry is the absolute best unless pina colada is in stock. which it wasnt.

major overflow-age. napkins needed. i meander to the napkin dispenser located near the lighter display. a toothless man stood browsing the variety of lighter colors. he flashes his "smile", winks and begins a chorus of 'aint no rest for the wicked'. good guy. he ended up buying a yellow, orange, red and black lighter. and some slim jims. i ponder his possible plans for the night.

today slash tonight is spring forward. i know this because of rick the stage manager's incessant reminders all night long. keeumm, however, confused spring forward with fall back. so all of the gilman household clocks are now set for 11:17pm instead of 1:17am. this worries me.

i have a freckle impeccably placed in the center of my left wrist. so the whole "what time is it? - half past freckle" saying applies to me. only. i use this to my advantage. some say that i perhaps even take advantage of this sacred skin deformity by looking at my wrist at times when it would not even be appropriate to check my watch if i so happened to be wearing one. which i never am. for example: "gosh its raining hard! - yeah it hasnt rained this hard since *checks wrist* last summer!". but cut me some slack. when you have a freckle there, it is near impossible not to reference it. yet another sign that i am the chosen one.

this blog post is dedicated to miss eric weebles winfield allen joad evans. no hyphen.

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