Across the street in run-on sentences

On Monday it was late and I was burnt out on working and I pulled my car up to my piece of the curb outside my apartment, and I began gathering my stuff and things within my car, because I like to keep my car clean, and then out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone approacheth, and I did not make eye contact, hoping they would go away, but they seemed to be waiting for me to exit my car, and so grabbed my things under one arm and I opened my car door, and there was this girl with red hair, and she said "Hello I'm Miranda we live across the street we make a lot of noise sometimes let me give you my number" to which I replied "....okay" and she told me to go into her house so she could find a pen and a paper and she said "This is Ben" about the guy that was Ben who was standing at the door and I shook his hand and their place was filled from trinkets and musical instruments and they said they were way into making music and playing improvisations, in gatherings and parties starting at 2:30am most of the time, sometimes going until 7am, and they said I could come over for a beer anytime, and I said "...okay....okay... I never heard a peep... okay... yeah... I'm an engineer... no, the boring type... oh yeah? like drone, shoegaze? ... like windy & carl? slowdive... oh, loveless is the best, definitely... oh thanks... alright... wow that is the smallest pinkish dog ever" because they have a very small cat-sized dog who had a fake pink stripe along its back and it was yippy and then they showed me the house rules on the front door which said things like "don't steal stuff" and "no sex in the bathroom, please" which made me wonder if it was alright everywhere else, and then Miranda handed me a slip of scrap paper with their number, and then I said I had to go because I was tired and it was late and I had to be up early, which was all true, so we all said it was good to meet us and I left.

So I thought at first that it was the first ever instance of a girl giving me her number because she was totally turned on by me and my look and the way I carry myself, which I have to admit is pretty seductive, but then I wasn't so sure they weren't just looking for more friends who happened to have glasses and slacks and button-up shirts and moppy george-harrison-circa-white-album hair, which gives me away as a totally cool dude, ultimately, and so I wondered if they were desperate to get me involved in their orgies, and I wondered how I would ever be able to cope with being that promiscuous, what with my christianity and all, but then I remembered that I was not christian or even lutheran and I am in fact soulless and a heathen, and I thought that it was alright, but then I remembered the thing about love and morality and setting world records for abstitence or however you spell it, and remembering that I only have a year or two to go before being re-classified as a virgin again, which is too awesome to screw up now, but then I thought to myself "Wow, you're into yourself, aren't you? Don't you think they just wanted to be friends?" and I thought "oh...".

And then I turned over the scrap of paper with the phone number on it and it was a print out from internet explorer which listed types of angels like yerathel and yetzirah and the url destination was http://www.meta-religion.com/Paranormale/Other/angels.htm

Also, I have decided that it is not necessarily awesome that Pink Floyd is getting back together, despite all of the youths revamping interest in dark side of the moon teeshirts and underwear, and also I have decided that no jacket required is the best fucking cassette of 1985, especially since u2 or the cure did not release anything that year.