Hit it (part 2)

I watched Salt on HBO On Demand, which basically tried way too hard to pull off twist and turns, and then some comedy called The Virginity Hit.

I passed through Matt's street as a shortcut to Costco to buy water, bread and bananas. Since Matt has left for Japan for a year (see entry 6/28/11), as I passed by his house, it was like the series finale of The OC where the protagonist Ryan Atwood (Benjamin McKenzie) - who has the same name as me - sees the ghost of Marissa Cooper (Mischa Barton) as he drives away from her house. Except it was Matt's ghost instead of Marissa Cooper's, and Matt's not dead. But you know what I mean.

Some Star Search winner named Jake Simpson was at the Americana performing 80s songs, the likes of Journey, Foreigner, REO Speedwagon, Eagles, and others.

Mommy and I had dinner at In-N-Out Burger.

I was reading more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble when Johnny tracked me down via Wolfpack telepathy (ala Twilight). He was walking with that chick Lillian - who said I was hot, but I had to turn her down after Johnny warned me that she got some infection because she's not always into condoms. (See entry 8/5/11.) When they walked away, I texted Johnny:

Hit it.

He texted back:

Haha nah dude she just a close friend