~ Hackneyed Ebullience ~

Last night, I went to the dollar theater and saw a grossly overrated film with Joshlet. We shared a popcorn with a ridiculous amount of butter. Before ordering, Josh and I had a row about whether to add salt to the popcorn. I expatiated upon the fact that theater popcorn saturated with butter already contains more salt than is desirable for a single serving of snack. Once seated and eating our popcorn, we found oursevles wincing at the saltiness of our popcorn, sans addtional salt. Indeed, I noticed that Josh, who said that he did not want any of the water that I purchased, drank almost all of my water. I surmised that there was a correlation between our salty popcorn and thirst. After the film, Josh said that he felt the book would have been more cogent to his rational sensibilities than the film, and I agreed.

The film was longer than either of us had anticipated, and I had little enthusiasm for playing frisbee with the little koala lover in the basketball court across the street from where I reside, mainly because I am an underslept little birdie. So we shared a beer while sitting on the ledge of my patio banister. Later, Josh returned to my place of residence after I had called him regarding some dudes hanging out on my porch who I overheard talking about me as "the bitch on the porch", presumably because I threw a coniption fit at them not long ago for creating an absolutely ridiculous amount of noise and disturbance at 2:00 in the morning on a work night and later informed the landlady about their failure to abide by the quiet time after 10:00p.m. policy as outlined in our lease. There was no confrontation between my strong boyfriend with muscles and the weinery underage hooligans, but there could have been. Prior to calling aforementioned strong boyfriend with guns and pistons (which is slang for biceps and quads), I had given serious consideration to calling the police if they repeated their behavior. They managed to contain themselves to barely unaccepatable, and I didn't feel it was worth making a deal over...though my landlady did instruct me to have no tolerance for that kind of behavior, it is still difficult for me to be confrontational.

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