Hand sex with the new butterface

I did my 18th day at the gym.

I showed up to guitar practice to find out that Vahik's wife had to be taken to the emergency room right before I arrived. She fell down and broke her leg.

Jazz wasn't working at Red Robin. Boo. So I went to Hot Topic. I was wearing my Harry Potter Hermione shirt. Georgia, the substitute for my database whenever Jazz isn't working was there. Score. BUT there's been this butterface (you know, "but her face") who's been working there. (See entry 8/14/10.) Not the same butterface that I've only mentioned once many months ago and who has quit since then.

BUTTERFACE: [Offers high five.]

And she goes on this rant about how the AMC in Burbank has a deal where anyone with a Costco card could get two tickets for its first showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for $50, but she doesn't have a Costco card nor $50, how more people been coming in lately for Harry Potter merchandise, blah, blah, blah ...

BUTTERFACE: Did you get that shirt here?
RYAN: Yeah. Apparently no one was buying these. You sold it to me for $5.
BUTTERFACE'S COWORKER: There's a reason for that!
BUTTERFACE: Shut up! She hate's Harry Potter. She gives me crap for it.
RYAN: But that was the best $5 ever.
BUTTERFACE: You got a better deal than me. I got it for $10 and it was already on clearance, so you got the clearance clearance.

Meanwhile, I was checking out Georgia in her striped tights under her short shorts and her hair up with these cat-ears headband. But now that the butterface and I have something in common, all of a sudden she's not exactly ugly. And high-fiving, or skin-to-skin contact, while sharing a brain frequency of enthusiasm for Harry Potter is, like, hand sex.

I went home to watch a new episode of Smallville.