Silverfish - CDs - Las Vegas.

I was drinking at the student pub with people after class on Friday, and after we were there for a while, I thought I saw a roach skitter up the brick pillar and come to a stop halfway up, but when I went up to examine it, it was actually just a large silverfish.

When that one Journey song about a midnight train and believing came on, one of the people from the seminar who had a few beers in her just started smiling, and then she told me that her boyfriend from her sophomore year of college had his apartment broken into at the beginning of that year and all his shit stolen, but since he had had 3 CDs in his car at the time, he fortunately had those ones left, and so after that whenever she'd come over to have sex, he'd let her pick which of the three CDs to put on. She said he had Journey, Supertramp, and Hootie and the Blowfish, so now whenever she hears Journey or Supertramp, her mind starts to wander and she finds herself getting a little bothered.

She also told me about her weekend in Vegas a couple weekends ago where she and her girlfriends were at some swank club and ran into Frankie Munoz. She says he's a good dancer, for a guy with a mohawk and the face of a twelve year old. He wisely invested in parking lots, which allows him to be sat at tables with $600 bottle service.