Quick recaps.
On friday night Louise and I went round to a workmate's place for a few drinks. The workmate had a friend of her over, a chick who works in one of the local cafes. This cafe chick told us that the women behind the counter gossip about everybody heaps.
I said, they probably don't talk about me because I'm so rarely in town so no-one would notice me. She said, no they do talk about you.
It took some coaxing but apparantly they think of me as "That gay guy who works at Caltex."
This isn't the first time people have gotten that impression from me. Is that wierd or what?
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While I was in College I sat behind this little blonde chick in Math. I discovered she was friends with my girlfriend and we had some conversation. Then I discovered she liked the fantasy epics I was reading at the time. (I still have a copy of the World of the Wheel for her sitting around someplace...) After college I found that she and her partner seem to like Disturbed (always a good thing).
If you're interested in welcoming yet another newcomer to livejournal, say hello to
Lisa.