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[Jan. 27th, 2010|06:51 pm] |
Oh my gosh. This is a Winter Olympics year. That totally means watching figure skating in a bathrobe for Buffy. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2010|07:24 pm] |
I'm walking in a suit with a dozen roses, and a petite bag full of a bottle of particularly pretty perfume, a box of melt-in-your-mouth chocolate truffles, and a necklace, and some guy asks "Going on a date?" when I'm walking past him.
Needless to say, all the lights in the three block area went out. I hate stupid questions. It was the hardest thing to keep from putting my cigarette out on his face. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2010|09:14 pm] |
Five minutes in. Already bored. He hasn't even made it to th'stage, yet.
Drinks afterward? Someone. I'll fuckin' buy, f'I have to. |
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