- I went out for lunch with my dad for lunch last week, and although he drove there, I drove home. He fell asleep in the car on the way home. My dad never sleeps in the car; he's too busy checking my blindspots.
- Again last week, while walking along the Danforth minding my own business, I felt the softest ever tap on my shoulder. I turned around and met the eyes of a mother and a daughter also out for a stroll. The daughter asked me "what colour is your hair? My mom's too shy to ask, but she thinks it's absolutely gorgeous!"
- The first guy in a long time gave me his number at the restaurant. Ooooh yes, guess who's still got it?
Friday, August 12, 2005
I'll take that as a compliment
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