At the suggestion of Ian, I went to see "The life Aquatic with Steve Zissou." It was pretty dece. I laughed quite a bit. I've found that I laugh really loud, mostly at inappropriate times and I think it came to a head when I started hanging out with Tara, who also laughs loudly whenever the mood takes her. Two guys walked into the movies close enough to showtime that it seemed like we would have a private showing and I glared at them. It was sort of an automatic response to the intrusion on our privacy. And the second guy saw me glaring and Just said, "Hi." It threw me off.
I used to have a best friend (and all this nonsense came up because I finally saw her for the first time in three months Thursday.) She would come up with really weird questions when she was stoned. One night, she looked at me and asked if I would jump in front of a bullet for her.
"Name, I'm pretty sure if someone were going to shoot you, the next bullet would have my name on it. There wouldn't be a point."
Another time we were in the drive-thru at the 4 a.m. Wendy's and it came up about my (ahem) aggressive driving and how there is a very high probablility that I will die from a bullet in the head sent my way in someone's fit of road rage. She told me that if that happened, she would probably just try to scoop my brains back into my head.
So I guess the point of that was don't do drugs...
But now every time I talk to Tara she asks something about a bullet and I laugh.
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