Storm

There's a storm outside. I stood on the street earlier and waited for the rain. Now it's here, but it's bad timing. It's like fate peeeeping messing with my perfect night. Sometimes I wonder if Zeus is sitting up there, sharing a beer with Hephaestus and just going "Hey, there's that kid again, let's piss her off by sending a storm with crappy timing." But what the hell, right, as if the gods care what I'm doing...What is important though, is that I was at a Justin Timberlake concert (even though I don't even own a friggin' album) and stood like three meters away from him. Boy that guy is cute. Wanna have...Hooters has come to our beautiful little town. The temptation of the wanton men without taste of this desolate world. I heard that the food sucks there. Actually, Hooters got me thinking (sounds weird, ey?) and now I wonder? Do lesbians go to Hooters to see the chicks there? And if they do are the boobs the attraction? Do lesbian women care for boobs? It's sounds like a thing a deranged person would ask him- or herself, and maybe I am, but it just crossed my mind...I found something out about the local culture that quite surprised me. Did you know that the preference of a football team is dependent of his or her financial status? Is that a common thing? I don't watch sports, except for old college league basketball reruns, so I have like zero (that coke sucks so much) idea what a fan's criteria is or whatever you call that...Well, I hope you enjoy the start of the end of the week. I'll be playing volleyball all day long tomorrow. I wonder what Zeus will be doing...