Happy 7/11, a.k.a. "Free Small Slurpees and $0.50 Hot dogs" Day

I got a free small, slurpee at 7/11, which they were giving away as they do every year on the fine date of July 11. I took a couple of pics with it before showing it off to Brian at the GNC and having him take a pic of it with me.

And then ... Datu walked in! Pause. Who's Datu? He's a fob who's medically wrong in the head that he needs medicine, which I heard that he stopped taking. His pattern is that he'd disappear for a while and then when he'd reappear, the explanation would always be that he just got out of jail or the hospital.

This time it was the hospital. He was dressed overly metro-sexual as he always is and constantly asking if he got buffer despite his constantly fat and short stature. He explained that he was going to some club here in Glendale called Giggles.

Brian's brother, Chuck, came to pick him up. We talked about raves, my friend Michael's lost phone that I had to retrieve and his dad finding out that he went to EDC, and the UFC fights.

Just showered, looking all sexy, and I'm debuting my new Lady Sovereign shirt. The chicken adobo that my mommy cooked is ready and I'll be taking it with me now to Carlos' Birthday party where he's hosting the UFC 100 PPV. Later.