It's been a while...
So I went for a joyride in a Delorean DMC-12. Sweeeeeeeeeet. It's for a piece I'm writing. There was no plutonium core, but it was great fun nonetheless.
Hit a club Friday night and some scary woman was bugging me:
her: So do you dance?
me: Nope, it's against my religion
her: Really?
me: What can you do? It's religion...
That should be the most obvious hint I'm not interested. Leave me alone.
Saturday, there were a pair of stag parties I missed cuz I was sick. So, sorry Jeremy and Tom. About missing the stag, not about getting married. Well that too. But I meant...oh hell, never mind.
Ran into someone today. Someone I say, because I don't really know if it was the person I thought it was. It looked vaguely like Paul Bushnell, this kid I went to highschool with, and I looked at him and he looked at me and we pretended to recognize each other and talked for a few minutes before saying goodbye. Now I'm not so sure it was Paul. Oh well.
Hit a club Friday night and some scary woman was bugging me:
her: So do you dance?
me: Nope, it's against my religion
her: Really?
me: What can you do? It's religion...
That should be the most obvious hint I'm not interested. Leave me alone.
Saturday, there were a pair of stag parties I missed cuz I was sick. So, sorry Jeremy and Tom. About missing the stag, not about getting married. Well that too. But I meant...oh hell, never mind.
Ran into someone today. Someone I say, because I don't really know if it was the person I thought it was. It looked vaguely like Paul Bushnell, this kid I went to highschool with, and I looked at him and he looked at me and we pretended to recognize each other and talked for a few minutes before saying goodbye. Now I'm not so sure it was Paul. Oh well.