mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sorry for this bad, bad entry I never thought I'd say this, but my social obligations are getting to be too much for me. Yeah, I've got friends all of a sudden. Wow. Good story for you: On Thanksgiving, after Crystal, Zach and I had our processed-turkey meal at Sunset Station, we went by the Adult Supermaket so's I could buy a new Swedish Egg. The clerk on duty- the attractive, funny, good-music liking guy- was listening to Cake, looking sad and/or moody. I tried to work up the courage to ask him what was wrong, but, alas, I failed. Instead, I went home and made him a mix cd. I put on the Promise Ring, Built to Spill, Rilo Kiley, Bright Eyes, and Neko Case, and the next day, I dropped it off on the counter while his back was turned and ran the hell out of the store. Anyhow, through much stuttering, sweating, and excessive blinking, I managed to get his phone number the same night. Okay, Crystal got it FOR me, but still. Long story short, he's good, he's great, and I kind of maybe like him. Maybe. OH! And he likes the Pixies. AND when I said I didn't know the rules for calling guys- you know, waiting periods and so on- he said, "Forget the rules." La. 3:39 a.m. - 2002-12-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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