HO hum dee dum.
Told every girl I saw at my last day of work in meijer yesterday that they were pretty if I thought it.
That's all I'd say. Just that they were pretty, I refused to follow it up with anything or add any questions, I'd just smile and keep doing what I was doing.
Alot of girls were really surprised, some said "thanks" in that "wow you're pretty fuckin creepy" kind of way.
I guess thats not the point though. Im sure it made some of them feel a little better, got a few smiles out of it myself, and to those that are too jaded for a compliment: who cares?
Tonight: Bowling with the gang.
Tomorrow Bright and Early: Fly to Connecticut for first day of new job/ my 21st birthday.
Paranoia's given me some sort of nauseating hunch that I'm going to die because I'm flying on my birthday.
Moreso that I'm never coming home. These are your usual pre-flight jitters.
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't feel ready.
On a less idiotic note, I'm not excited to turn 21.
Living in michigan near detroit , canada has always been about 40 minutes away with traffic. I could've drank there legally since I was 19, and gambled and all that stuff that "grown-ups" tell you not to do.
Then again I could've illegally drank since alot earlier than that, but straight-edge is for teh win.
Though I will bet on the mechanical pony track at casino windsor at every opportunity. GO BIRTHDAY CARD GO!
Told every girl I saw at my last day of work in meijer yesterday that they were pretty if I thought it.
That's all I'd say. Just that they were pretty, I refused to follow it up with anything or add any questions, I'd just smile and keep doing what I was doing.
Alot of girls were really surprised, some said "thanks" in that "wow you're pretty fuckin creepy" kind of way.
I guess thats not the point though. Im sure it made some of them feel a little better, got a few smiles out of it myself, and to those that are too jaded for a compliment: who cares?
Tonight: Bowling with the gang.
Tomorrow Bright and Early: Fly to Connecticut for first day of new job/ my 21st birthday.
Paranoia's given me some sort of nauseating hunch that I'm going to die because I'm flying on my birthday.
Moreso that I'm never coming home. These are your usual pre-flight jitters.
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't feel ready.
On a less idiotic note, I'm not excited to turn 21.
Living in michigan near detroit , canada has always been about 40 minutes away with traffic. I could've drank there legally since I was 19, and gambled and all that stuff that "grown-ups" tell you not to do.
Then again I could've illegally drank since alot earlier than that, but straight-edge is for teh win.
Though I will bet on the mechanical pony track at casino windsor at every opportunity. GO BIRTHDAY CARD GO!
btw happy belated birthday