To Taco or Not to Taco..?

Tuesday September 8^th

11:30pm

Dear Journal-

Okay turns out Marie wasn’t hitting on me and was just being nice and the Taco Bar was not a crude name for a Lesbian bar but instead a real Taco Bar. Tonight is two-fers.  It took me running into her, literally, in the hallway and almost dropping Mighty Mouse to the floor and letting the bugger escape to find this out.

She told me it was ‘last call’ to come with her to the Taco Bar, and my exact words were, “Sorry I’m not exactly um-er- into tacos…?”

Not one of Genna Willis’s finest moments, I’ll say with confidence.

Marie laughed after staring at me for a moment and told me it wasn’t a euphemism and she wasn’t trying to convert me to the other side, in fact she’s not even a lesbian, she is dating Gigantor Landord’s brother, who watched the whole awkward encounter from inside the apartment. He was so enamored with my nobility to catch the mouse that he escorted me to his brother’s room, and told him about everything he missed.

Gigantor, or Gary apparently (though I think Gigantor is more fitting in a mean giant way), blinked. I was pretty sure he would roll his eyes and slam the door but instead he looked straight down at me and asked, in his booming voice, “Seriously?” The ground shook like the way a car does when ghetto people blast the bass of a song.

I handed him the box. He opened it and saw Chuck E. Cheese for himself.

“She really thought you were hitting on her?” Gigantor looked to Marie who tried to soften the embarrassment and make an excuse for me. Big G and his brother ignored her. “You’re definitely not going to be a boring tenant Genna.” He said the G in my name like he would say guinea or giddy or gullible.

“It’s not Genna,” I said it the way he did, “It’s Jenna… with a G.” I took the box out of his hands dramatically and went back to my room, where my “wood” floors had peeled off and showed the brown linoleum (which were clearly white at some point).

In a fit of rage I peeled it all over and covered my mustard yellow walls with it. In my head it was going to look cool in that accidentally sort of way that it would in the movies. Well Genna Harriet Willis, it turns out, is not living in a movie…unfortunately and now my walls look like something Ty Pennington would cry about.

There’s a knock at my door now, so I’ll write back soon.

Thanks for understanding why I’m still wearing these mittens-

The least boring tenant ever.