My stalker is starting to get really annoying

Today is the Birthday of my best friend Walter ... even though he's disappeared from the face of the earth for the last few years.

I wore the same suit coat that I wore to Tito Cesar's funeral last Saturday to the mall today. Why? It just really enhances sexiness. Jazz wasn't at Red Robin (Boo), but I ate there anyway because the Prime Chophouse Burger is back from a limited time. My waitress was some brunette Latina chick named Imelda. She's aight. I suppose she can have a provisional spot on the waiting list to get in my database.

At the same time I was going down the escalators, Faith from Brookstone was going up the escalators ... almost symbolically like our genitalia colliding. Symbolically. She was wearing shades with a white frame and dark brown shades. That's new. But damn she really needs to fix her recently jacked up hair.

Coming back from Borders (of which this particular location will be closed probably be next week), I walked by Hot Topic. My stalker pointed and laughed at my sexy dress coat. Oh, yeah right! OBVIOUSLY, just to dispel her true feelings of wanting my cock. On the bright side: Leah's skinny self was dragging the heavy ladder around again, as if she's tough. Turn on!

WWE RAW was the usual end to a Monday night.