Maybe Tokyo?
Last night i hung out with a guy from work. He was gonna drive me home, but couldn't remember where i lived, so i told him just to take me to where he thought i lived and drop me off there. Instead we went 'someplace random', which is pretty much the same difference.
We ended up at Diefenbaker park... The one that is supposed to have the best sledding? Well, it definitely looks like it would have some good sledding.
Swingsets, Stars, and City Lights On the River are fun times.
Roman thought he should camp out on the park bench, because he didn't get to go camping this summer, and when i told him it would get pretty cold he said he had his car. I wasn't so sure that he could park his car on the bench.
After we got stalked by some mafia zombies, we decided to leave. Mostly because Roman was cold.
Then we drove around to random places that i don't know, but we did go to a park on elm st. It was fantastic. We had actually been looking for elm st, because i saw ash st, and figured there must be an elm st somehwere around. But we went to the park before we found it... And then after we had left the park i was like "There's elm st! we were at the park on Elm st". or something to that effect. Quite the coincidence.
It was so much fun tho. I haven't done anything with anyone in ages, and so swingsets and jungle gyms in the dark was so awesome. And i was super hyper and flightly and alot nervous. He made a joke about needing to get me out of the house and take me for a walk more often. It made me feel like a hyperactive puppy.
We drove around again some more, to a church or park on clarence or something before going home. Cruisin' and music and heaters. He said he had hired someone to kill me, but they didn't show up.
Then he said "You're actually sort of pretty."
Which was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
Because it was honest.
I've been called beautiful, but that's not honestly, its the warped brains of obsessed fan-boys, (*cough, reuben, cough*), or half drunken gypsies trying to get me to sleep with them.
I don't know. I'm weird. But 'actually sort of pretty' made me feel like maybe i actually sort of was.
On a completely unrelated topic; This morning (noon) i dreamed about weddings and costumes and war. All at once, yet all seperate, some how. Dreams are weird.
We ended up at Diefenbaker park... The one that is supposed to have the best sledding? Well, it definitely looks like it would have some good sledding.
Swingsets, Stars, and City Lights On the River are fun times.
Roman thought he should camp out on the park bench, because he didn't get to go camping this summer, and when i told him it would get pretty cold he said he had his car. I wasn't so sure that he could park his car on the bench.
After we got stalked by some mafia zombies, we decided to leave. Mostly because Roman was cold.
Then we drove around to random places that i don't know, but we did go to a park on elm st. It was fantastic. We had actually been looking for elm st, because i saw ash st, and figured there must be an elm st somehwere around. But we went to the park before we found it... And then after we had left the park i was like "There's elm st! we were at the park on Elm st". or something to that effect. Quite the coincidence.
It was so much fun tho. I haven't done anything with anyone in ages, and so swingsets and jungle gyms in the dark was so awesome. And i was super hyper and flightly and alot nervous. He made a joke about needing to get me out of the house and take me for a walk more often. It made me feel like a hyperactive puppy.
We drove around again some more, to a church or park on clarence or something before going home. Cruisin' and music and heaters. He said he had hired someone to kill me, but they didn't show up.
Then he said "You're actually sort of pretty."
Which was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
Because it was honest.
I've been called beautiful, but that's not honestly, its the warped brains of obsessed fan-boys, (*cough, reuben, cough*), or half drunken gypsies trying to get me to sleep with them.
I don't know. I'm weird. But 'actually sort of pretty' made me feel like maybe i actually sort of was.
On a completely unrelated topic; This morning (noon) i dreamed about weddings and costumes and war. All at once, yet all seperate, some how. Dreams are weird.