1.4.1999

One thousand rounds of 7.62x39mm showed up at my new house on Thursday. The cost to have it delivered was a measley $124. Buying ammo retail at gun shops or sporting goods stores is straight up robbery. They'll charge me $250 for 1,000 rounds. Phooey. I like buying bulk and having it delivered anyway. It comes to me, I don't go to it. I'm lazy like that. There's only eleven more months 'till doomsday (New Year's 2000) so I'm trying to stockpile as much ammunition for my assault rifles as possible between now and then. Some of my coworkers are loading up on canned food and 55 gallon drums of water. I don't get it. I mean, if the end times are upon us, if the seas boil and the moon bleeds, I'd rather have plenty of surplus Soviet hollowpoint action to waste the undead zombies that were once my neighbors. With bullets I can always get canned goods and water from wherever. Yeah. As Stimpy says, "Loot loot loot, pillage pillage pillage."

I saw Jennifer's car again today. It's funny, but I've been seeing her and that dumb little red Dodge Shadow around town alot lately. I know for sure it's her because she never removed the silver and black ECV sticker I put on her rear window. Today it was parked on Steele Lane in front of this dreary looking house with a beat up Toyota truck parked in the yard. About a week earlier I saw her car parked in front of the Starbuck's on Mendocino across from the Junior College. So I guess she's still the manager there. Wonder what kinds of stupidity she's up to these days.

The last time I saw Jennifer on the road was months ago. It was one of those classic moments straight out of a movie. I was in my 1968 Cougar with Dara, and I saw a black 1968 Cougar coming towards us in the opposite direction. It had to be Jennifer. Sure enough as both our cars met, Jennifer and I made eye contact. We glared at each other. It was so cool.