God must really love cockblocking me

I met with Matt to discuss a screenplay that we're working on. We even caught some Ninja Warrior on G4. We pretty much have the script down.

Passing by the Red Robin ... Guess what? Even though she hasn't been working Saturday nights, but has been working Friday nights, which is why I ate there last night only for her not to be working ... Yup, you guessed it. Jazz was working. But I had already eaten dinner. God must really love cockblocking me. A couple new things: 1) She had some new, really shiny earings. 2) Her bangs that naturally fall to the left were combed to the right.

There was another new chick at Hot Topic. Her face was barely OK, still better than a butterface, but had the shortest jean shorts, just asking for me to pull down my pants. If only this was some porn flick, she would've noticed my boner, made up some cheesy dialogue even if it was something as simple as, "I have really short shorts. Do you wanna go into the backroom with me?" and bow chicka wow wow.

I resumed reading Imperial Bedrooms at Barnes & Noble. Almost done. Then David came by with his pitbull, Mojo. I watched David manhandle Mojo to stop him from attacking other dogs. Later, Mojo barked at me when I was laughing at his boner. Went home, fired up the porn, and busted a #3.