rollin with ankle

please excuse the double post today. and sorry for that weird font business in the previous post. so i went to the hardware store to get some paint and paintbrushes for the clinic. i saw the giant display of paint sample cards and was too tempted. over a few visits to the display, i took one of each color from the "vibrant" section. they're so beautiful and so free! some guy came up to me with a few paint cards and i thought he might reprimand me, but he said, you look like an artist, what with your paintbrushes, can you tell me what color would go with this brown to paint my house?

so i found the right color and showed him. he asked where i was from and when i said estados unidos he said no. i said, well, yes, i'm from new jersey. he said i didn't look like i was from the united states. yeah thanks. he said his name was ankle. i repeated it. "ankle?" yes, he said. very well.

after i checked out and was leaving, he kind of leapt out from behind a shelf, scaring the crap out of me, and asked if i wanted to get lunch or coffee or something. dammit i thought he just wanted color advice. however, i did get coffee with him because i don't have any friends. and by coffee i mean we went to mister donut and i convinced him not to get any coffee because i didn't want to buy coffee and i didn't want him to buy me coffee. he was jolly, studies visual basic at university, he was totally jazzed that i studied film, he loves scarface. he wants to move to montreal where his mother is. it turns out his name is angel, not ankle. that's good because ankle's a weird name. i tried to walk a fine line between "i'm trying to get to know the city" and "i dont know that book but i know my boyfriend liked it." so perhaps i made a friend. perhaps i made a creepo friend. time will tell.

this is what i did with the paint sample cards in my room