mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1000 Pounds People like me, people like me, people like me, la la laa! (That was supposed to be sing-songy, if you couldn't tell.) Ahem. Josh thinks I "seem pretty cool." For somebody like me, coming from somebody like him, that is a huge compliment. Crystal and I met Josh for dinner at Mugshots tonight. Of course, all of his "cool, punk-rock" friends tagged along. Despite all of the rock-stars at mym table, I was actually able to loosen up a little bit. It helped that about every five minutes, a customer or fellow employee would stop by to say hello and chat with me. Oh yes, and I learned that cool guuy number 1 plucks his eyebrows, cool guy number two lisps, and cool guy number three is actually in his mid-twenties, even though he look fifteen. This isnt a case of "misery loves company," or anything like that, but rather proof that the cliche "Nobody's perfect," is a cliche for a reason. It eased my mind knowing that even these attractive, self-confident, somewhat aloof guys had their own imperfections to worry about. Hey Andrew- I am wooing you! Woo! 2:16 a.m. - 2002-07-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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