Happy Death Day Max

I did grownup stuff like buying water at Costco. I also wanted to try pinto beans and bought a huge bag, which my mommy freaked out about exclaiming, "That's a year supply!"

I visited Max's grave for his nine-year death anniversary. I still remember being in Mr. Rasic's English class when I saw a vision of him as he passed away in the hospital next door. I guess angels are real. Max's mom, sister and niece, all of whom I haven't seen since last December 18 (see entry 12/18/10), were there on a picnic blanket. Random note: Burning incense is cool.

Ivan cancelled on watching UFC 131 at Tavern on Brand. Boo. So I watched the fights illegally for free later.

At the mall, there was this waitress who once served us at the Cheesecake Factory. Her name's Lindsay (not to be confused with Lindsay from Outback Steakhouse). This one might be a cougar type. She was in street clothes and with a guy who most likely was not her boyfriend as he was too flamboyant to like girls. I overheard Lindsay say, "Shut the fuck up," but in a valley girl "Get out of here" type of way. That's hot. She's in my database.

Faith at Brookstone was the only one in the database working in the mall, so I went home, fired up the porn, and busted a #3 to Faith. Milestone: I was able to go twice more than my target number of strokes! Yay.