InsaneJournal

Current mood:	crappy
Current music:	Prince - Kiss

I have no subject.
On occasion, I enjoy helping out around my sister's apartment. Sometimes I'll do my laundry or maybe wash a dish or two because I get tired of eating cereal off a plate with a fork. One time I even ran the vacuum after a while because I spilled a whole can of sunflower seeds and I got sick of them sticking to the bottom of my feet. Last night, I volunteered to go grocery shopping so June could grade papers or whatever it is she does when I'm not around. She probably just wanted me to leave because I'm in the process of setting up a ghost hunting investigation. She seems to think putting cameras up in the bathroom and in her bedroom is a gross invasion of her privacy. But, you know, I'm just like whatever. It's all for the sake of proof, you know? If I had a ghost living in my apartment, I'd wanna know.

Anyway, I went to the market last night. When I got there, I remembered how much I hated grocery shopping, so I hung out in the frozen food section hoping that some nice stock boy would come ask me if I needed help. He didn't. So, then I started having cart races with this little bitch who told her Mom on me when I knocked over a paper towel display. After that, I actually got some of the things on June's list, but that was boring so I started asking people if they had any Prince Albert in a can. People around here just don't have any sense of humor.

When I left, I literally ran into Cameron Hayden who had no explanation of wtf he was doing in L.A. I've decided he's stalking me, for sure. I mean, all of the sudden he texts me a week ago and asks me if I want to move out to New York with him. I haven't seen this kid in two years! I guess he needs a roommate or something. Now, he's "visiting" in L.A. at the same grocery store as me? That's shady. Very shady. I couldn't hang around and talk though because I had ice cream melting, but he wants me to come to New York this weekend. I don't know if I will because I've got a ghost hunting investigation to attend to. Plus, if I leave, who would let Prince Albert out of his can? No one. That's who.