elfboy

Well. What 24 hrs. I've had. I went out last night for coffee @ my oldest favourite place.... (oh, the history there...) where I got free cookies, YAY! , then my newest favourite place. A waitress flrted w/ me, thank god, and as I left, I met a Crazy Drunken Indian. He told me he was from the Navajo Nation, making him a "brother", & he invited me to hang out.

Well, he practically kidnapped me.

Anyhoo, we decided to go to a local ATM & make a movie. He was my drunken girlfriend.

After he passed out, I drank the rest of the bottle Captain Morgan. Then I passed out.

Then we got up & got me a hamburger & a cup of coffee. My favourite.

We went to the MIT library as he smoked the joint he bought off of some teenagers.

Then I spent the day on SG, & wrote e-mails.

[Shera accepted my marriage proposal.

It's in July. (See yesterady's comments, both)

Then a bunch of Korean girls followed me home, and called me crazy. And then she told me that she was studying psychology.

I agreed to let her study me.



Then I got lost on my way home. (Not to Shera's, it's a little too soon)....

I don't even know what happened. Suddenly on a street I used every day for years I found myself in a completely different place.

Some very decent Irish guy who I asked for directions offered me
a ride.

Now I'm writing you this crazy tale.

I wonder what I'll do next.

Coffee shop or bar?


Coffee shop

or

bar?


I wonder if The Bank of America will let us have a copy of our movie. I certainly hope so.