Who Ya Gonna Call?
I’m not hosting any pre-Ghostbusters activities tonight. My apartment is drenched in sweaty clothes and I am too depressed to be charming. I may or may not be at the movie in the park, depending on my ability to leave the apartment.
Sorry man, not gonna happen. Working tonight. All night. Girl’s gotta eat, right? Anyhow, did you know that I’ve seen Ghostbusters III five times? All for the sake of a warm place to make out besides the car. Ah, high school.
Lisa, did you even read the post?
Yes, I read the post and you did put a “may” in there. After that though, I blanked out and all I could think of was making out in a smelly theater in Richfield.
Really though, I wish I could have hung out last night, even if we didn’t see the movie. Either way we could have made marshmallow men out of my leftover camping supplies and I could have fed you some wholesome, healing tequila.