linked by a semi-common thread

last Friday, Danielle and i dropped Nikki off at the airport and then proceeded directly to Penguin's for a delicious frozen treat. on the ride there, her scar from the outdoor heater incident* began to hurt. granted, i was a little stoned but i started laughing uncontrollably and told her she was the new Harry Potter and evil was near**. though i'm not even sure Dani is even a HP fan, she, too, began to laugh. and we giggled all the way through our frozen yogurt looking over our shoulders every once in a while to make sure an evil wizard wasn't watching us devour our dessert.

well, last night Katie wanted frozen yogurt, and naturally i couldn't say no. i, once again, had just smoked, and was patiently sitting at our dining table waiting for KDD to pick me up when i hear a noise. "Nikki, did you hear that?" of course she didn't. i hear it again. "hello," i frantically scream. "is some one here?" Nikki is now laughing at me. what can i say? i've become a paranoid stoner in my old age. Katie calls - she's out front - so i grab my purse and turn the corner to head down when i realize that THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR IS OPEN. no one came in or out of our house, but the god damn door is wide open. i become mildly hysterical. Nix tries to assure me that the serial killer, who isn't really there, won't kill me on my way to Katie's car because he does not, in fact, exist. i'm not so convinced. feeling that i will scare off any attacker, i scream "i'll cut you" over and over while running down the stairs until i jump into Katie's car.

looking back on both incidents, i've realized a few things...

1.) we need to find some thing more exciting to do on Friday nights.
2.) i have an incurable, embedded fear in my brain that evil is constantly lurking.
3.) we love frozen yogurt.


FOOTNOTES
* a few months ago, Danielle was walking our old roommate's dog and tied her to the giant outdoor heater that is in front of our building. she began to walk away, the dog thought she was going with and began to follow. long story short, D turned around with just enough time to see the top of the heater come crashing down on her face. ER visit, all that good stuff, but now a faint scar is all we have to remember the incident by.
** Harry Potter has a scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt which causes him excruciating pain whenever Lord Voldemort is near.