It's like we were eye-fucking

That deadbeat of a FMA instructor no-showed our training despite confirming the night before that we'd train.

I went to the Hot Topic in the nearby Burbank mall to see if they had a larger size of that Alice Cullen shirt I bought in Glendale. Their computer search showed that none of the Hot Topics had any left. The cashier dude and I agreed on 2 things: 1) Ashley Greene's hot. 2) All her shirts, despite being girl tees, are probably being worn by dudes.

The Scream Shop is going out of business in the Glendale Galleria. I caught up with Moises, or Moe for short, who works there. Never mentioned him before because our conversations were always brief. He's a Mexican dude who recounted meeting one of Manny Pacquiao's friends in a conversation that he says went like this:

MANNY'S FRIEND: Yeah, Manny eats live chickens and takes steroids. Don't tell anyone.
MOE: He knocked out Mexicans with steroids and called himself The Mexicutioner! I'm telling everyone!
MANNY'S FRIEND: [laughs] No one will believe you.

I visited Brian at the GNC. This kid named Saul, who I sometimes see in the gym, came in looking like he's on steroids. For my own boring reference, Saul recommended N.O. X-Plode before workout, Purple Wrath during, and Green Magnitude after.

I was walking by the Red Robin. Still no Jazz. But I stared at that hostess Hazel. She looked back. I looked away. She looked away. I kept walking. I looked behind me. She was looking at me. Did we just have a moment? It's like we were eye-fucking!