People Call Me Timmy

Spent all day at Mall of America with Chloe, laughing at all the freaks. The places was crawling with people for us to feast on. Well, it really was that bad, and by "it" I mean us, because there were a lot of weirdos out today. People call me Timmy!!! We have a good time together as long as she’s not whining, etc. I guess she doesn’t really whine, but she does something. Pouts. Or stalks. Glares. All of the normal teenage stuff. I remember doing that. I think I probably still do. I was stopped twice by the "mall cops" because 16 year olds aren't supposed to be in the MOA alone after 4PM. I was like, Dude, I'm 25.