Ridiculous In The Very Best Way

So Sarah Morrison moved in last Thursday. I knew it was going to be a big change from me just chilling around, doing nothing, by myself, watching 15 hours of TV a day and binge eating tortilla chips, but I don't think I realized it was going to be this fun.

When she pulled up in the parking space next to mine, I ran out to greet her. We said our "hey's" and she proceeded to start throwing clothing out of her truck. Just the essentials, though: a jacket, a pair of boots, some bras...then she started talking to me. Her words were literally coming out of her mouth at the rate of 30 words per second, at least. That's when I knew this was going to be really awesome.

I grabbed the groceries, she grabbed the clothes, and we went inside. I gave her a tour and she caught me up with everything that had been going on in New York. Most people have probably seen Sarah's videos on Missbehave and whatnot, but I don't think many people know that she literally goes a mile a minute when she talks. She's bouncing around and gesturing and being totally animated. So Friday we basically hung around the house all day on the internet. (Thank gawd there's someone else who can basically survive on internet and TV!)

After watching the most ridiculous episodes of Tyra to date, we decided we were hungry. Somehow the Cheesecake Factory was designated as the place to eat. We Googled the address and were on our way. After some driving, we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere. There were DEER CROSSING signs. (Didn't know deer lived in SoCal, btw)

It turns out we weren't heading to the Cheesecake Factory, we were going to their CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS. Apparently Google thought it would be funny to take us there. And it did, twice. I said that we should write a review of this online.

"We should write that it's the worst restaurant we've ever eaten at!"

We finally made it though, but were completely stuffed after eating the fried macaroni & cheese balls (which were heaven, btw), so I got my calamari and my cheesecake and she got her salad and her cake to go, which meant we had to interface with our scarily peppy waitress a million times. Her laugh was this really awful forced one and she kept trying to relate with us by making jokes and being all "hey girl hey." But I can't really knock the hustle.

So here I am, at 2:15 am on Saturday/Sunday, still trying to get through this slice of cheesecake (which I totally changed Sarah's mind about. She doesn't think it's terrible anymore. Well not the choco chip cookie dough flavored kind anyway.) and listening to the Shangri-Las with the TV on MUTE while Sarah's somewhere in downtown LA working the door at some afterhours party.

I kinda have a feeling there's just going to be one crazy story after another over here now. Oh, and in case you still didn't know (are you sure you have the internet?) I'm on Tumblr 24/7 and Sarah (of Lolita fame) is too. The other Sarah (of Morrison fame) has her own blog, and it's awesomly funny and a perfect distraction for the work I should/n't be doing for my journalism class.

And, well, that's it.

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