Dude. My house is full of nutters. If I stay here much longer I think it may rub off on me. Or perhaps they’re all bonkers because I have rubbed off on them. *ponders*

Abby and I went to Noodles & Company for dinner last night, and once again ran into Noodles & Co. Guy, whose real name I do not know. I should definitely find out, though, because it appears that he is following me, seeing as how he happens to be working every time I eat there - regardless of which Noodles & Co. I am dining at. The past three times I’ve been at the P Street location, he’s come out on to the patio to talk to me while I eat, and last night at the Pine Lake location, he stopped by our table to chat for a bit. I accused him of stalking me, and he readily admitted guilt. He was also thankful that I had yet to call the police.

After dinner, we stopped by Michael’s (the craft store), so B could pick up some yarn to finish the scarf she is making. I have a total love/hate relationship with craft stores. I love going into them and walking up and down the aisles and seeing all the awesome shit you can make and all the supplies you can use and whatnot. So, feeling briefly inspired, I’ll end up spending $50 on paint and brushes and canvas and an easel or what have you, bring it all home, then let it sit for years without even attempting to paint all I had imagined I could while inside the confines of that evil temptress called Hobby Lobby. And that’s why I hate craft stores - they give me a false sense of creativity.

Must go to Target and buy a wedding gift for my cousin. She’s gone crazy and has decided that she wants to commit to one boy for the rest of her life. The ceremony is this weekend. I’m hoping that she wises up between now and then and realizes that she is better off unmarried, since that would mean that I wouldn’t have to sit through another shitty wedding. I’ll keep the receipt, just in case. *crosses fingers*