Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Riding the bus to the Quaker Complex gave me time to ponder today. But more importantly, as I sat down on a chair and held on to a pole to balance myself, a blonde girl put her fit, denimed bottom right... on... my... hand. "Sohray!" I said, in my pathetic fake accent, withdrawing my hand. She smiled, assured me it was okay, and proceeded to put her buttcrack right... on... the... pole.

I love that girl. Give me her number. We should hang out sometime. She is my inspiration.
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