assface

right now i will try to write something while i am still in my coffee induced good mood. i love the strokes. today i talked to a woman at the coffeeshop. i know her becuase i used to work there and she would bake us pies and cakes to sell. she was a wreck and crying and smoking and so on. so i talked to her for a bit. well, mainly listened. its like a science experiment, trying to figure out what the magic words are to make them respond in a positive way. maybe if i was just more relaxed about the whole thing it would go more smoothly talking to girls and such. (and segway baby)
last night i actually went to see the girl at the coffeeshop while she was actually working. i cant emphasize enough how tubular she is. she laughs at some of the things i say which is nice but kind of weird. she made better eye contact when i came back to see her a few months ago when she invited me to the bar. perhaps i should actually invite her to do something.
there was this other boy that came in and tried to talk to her. he was all awekward and saying things in a way that i normally would. the roles were reversed and i was the normal one that got to talk to her. i was like shit yea bitch! and i got up on a table and shook my booty but that was of course too sexy for the general public to handle so i got down (1 point for accidental pun). plus i broke a window.
guess which part of that was total bs
i feel like an old man.