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cleaning house.

i'm supposed to be cleaning house, because kelly (see above picture) is coming down at 2 pm. i did some cleaning yesterday, but when i went out today, (tangent: i mean, out to the house from my bedroom. this is an odd phrase i picked up as a kid, and i'm not really sure why. a chinese thing maybe? so even today, i have this weird habit of saying i'm going "outside" when i'm going to the kitchen or the living room.) i discovered there were ants in the kitchen. so i'm at an impasse. i have no Raid (whose URL is super cool, incidentally), i haven't had breakfast but if i make breakfast, will the ants attack me? the house is mostly clean now except the kitchen floor.

i don't regularly clean house. i don't think i've ever cleaned my toilet bowl. i clean the bathtub when i start seeing stuff. and i wonder. do other college people clean for themselves or do you clean for other people?

it's a good thing i have people over from time to time, because other wise this place would be disgusting.

posted by Doug 11:01 AM

the mystery dance

why are people so afraid to reveal who they are over the internet, why are they so guarded? like once i know someone's first name, i'm going to visit find their last name, home address, go to their place and stalk them? is the world that scary? are people that afraid?

here's a little not-so-secret: i don't lock my car door. my roomate(s) get/have gotten annoyed (understandably) when i haven't locked the front door. and i know, it's sort of stupid and naiive, but i want to believe in people and the good of the world and i can't do that if i'm constantly afraid they're going to rob me.

family's "been robbed" history:

• a few days ago, my sister's car got broken into the other day, her window smashed, the stereo stolen.


• i once, a couple years ago, had my brand-new $350 bike stolen on campus a month after i got it.


• my dad's car was stolen once from our driveway.


• a bunch of our tools were stolen from our garage a decade ago.


• i once had my wallet stolen.

posted by Doug 11:17 PM

smooooth like butter.

Friday. an attractive young girl comes in the coffee shop (asian, big brown eyes) doug stands at the bar, making drinks, while krystle takes orders. krystle takes the girl's order and hands doug the cup

doug: krystle, you've got to start writing names on the cups. what if some remarkably cute girl walks in? how'm I supposed to hit on her if I don't know her name?
krystle: what? you've never said anything about it before.
doug: it wasn't an issue before.

doug finishes up making the girl's drink, walks around the bar and hands her her ice blended.

doug: i'm sorry, i was going to hit on you, but krystle didn't write your name on the cup. how am i supposed to charm a cute girl like you if i don't know your name?
girl (smiling widing): beth. hi. my name is beth.
doug: hi beth. you come in here often?
beth: sometimes.
doug: well. i've got customers, but you should come in more often. okay?
beth (another smile): okay.

doug returns to the bar to catch up on the drinks beginning to pile up. blackout.


monday. doug is again behind the bar when beth and a cadre of friends walks in. she spots doug, smiles and waves. doug smiles and waves back, decides to take her order at the register. he walks over to the register and looks at CJ, who shakes his head and walks over to the bar.

doug: hi beth.
beth: hi.
doug: what can i get for you?
beth: two small tropical passion tea lattes and a small mocha ice blend.
doug: no problem. so, do you go to school around here? he takes her money and completes the order
beth: i go to San Marcos. i live in Escondido, so -
doug: nice. but of course, it's the summer, so you're out?
beth: actually, i'm taking summer school.
doug: oh. heh, that sucks. what're you majoring in?
beth: political science.
doug: nice. you have summer school every day?
beth: mostly.
doug: geh. you have summer school on thursday?
beth: yeah.
doug: what time?
beth: 10 to 12.
doug: what say after class, say thursday night, we grab dinner, go miniature golfing or catch a movie? something. hang out.

beth's friend, standing behind her, laughs. beth smiles, sheepishly.

beth: i'll think about it.
doug: well while you're thinking, did you want to give me your number?

beth laughs and doug gets a post-it from the register.

beth: 760-###-####

blackout.

posted by Doug 10:33 PM

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