Saturday, September 02, 2006
Typical
I got hit on by this old guy in Long's just now. He lives across town. I said I live is Sacramento. He said he was having a birthday. I volunteered that I had just had one too. He asked how old I was. It was one of those, "would it be a felony if we slept together?" sort of moments. I made my escape from the isle. Later i realized he was one isle over because I could hear the distinctive sound of his cough. I clung to my parents. Then, when I was alone in an isle he stooped and stared at me, and then he said goodbye. At least he can take a hint.
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hey. don't complain. at least you are getting hit on. some people don't get hit on at all. imagine how sad that would be!
Hey you get hit on, I've heard that you get into those "classic" situations that you should be glad you're suffering through. Why? Because it's classic. How's your coffee? Besides, I hear it builds character. Seriously.
Classic of what? this indian food is really good. I like indian food. I'll have to find a good indian place in Denver. There is one by Emily's?
i have no idea wht you guys are talking about
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