Went to see the gravestones, since my greatgrandfather would have been 95 today. It's just too much for me to know that there are people in the ground. I can't explain it, you really have to feel it.
Drove back, met up with Rachel at Starbucks. We talked and laughed at our "pornplan" to keep Katho in SF. Then we bought secret stuff for secret Saturday, for which I am uberpsyched! Then we bought chocolate chip cookie dough and a jar of pickles, watched some MTV with Helen, and then took a bus to Katho's. The bus driver was like pointed to the jar I was carrying, and I thought she was going to be like, "You can't take that on the bus," but instead she was like, "Oh! Can I have one?" so I got to give a stranger a pickle. Priceless.
Rang the bell at Katho's, nobody was home. Called Katho, like, "Where are you?" she was at home, in the shower. So we let ourselves in and hugged her mucho. La Mad thought she was picking me up from the Starbucks, and I couldn't get a hold of her, so I ran up to Albertson's and waited by her car. This random thug kid was like, "What's crackin'?" which, for some reason, I found hilarious, but I was just like, "Nothin', you?" It was pretty hilarious. Rachel and Katho caught up, but we didn't get to buy secrets for Katho, because La Mad came too early.

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