i called sister #2 on my way back from the hair cutter:
“hi,” i said.
“hi,” she said.
“guess what?”
“what?”
“you know that thing they’re building on the corner of 42 and 13?”
“yeah.”
“it’s gonna be a super target.”
“yeah, i know.”
“how do you know? you said it was gonna be a cub.”
“i saw it yesterday after we left tracy’s new house.”
“damn. i was just calling to brag about my new super target.”
“ok.”

also, i bragged about my new super cute hair. i told mary that when i’m rich i’m gonna hire her to do my hair so i’m cute everyday. she told me to get writing a book so i can sell the movie rights.

yeah, i gotta work on that.