sirloins

Last night my friend Steffi sees me and tells me she has my shirt.

"I don't remember leaving a shirt anywhere," I thought to m'self.

"I don't remember leaving a shirt anywhere," I said to Steffi.

She tells me it's the shirt she promised me she'd make. I hardly remembered and thought it was just one of those drunk talk things. Obviously I was mistaken.

To top it off, she made me put it on (funny how girls can *make* guys do things like that). On the plus side, I pulled off my preexisting T-shirt in the bar in front of my female friends to a bunch of oohs and aaahs. They're so nice. Lena (the blue-haired girl from yesterday's entry) said she doesn't like guys who are thinner than her. Silliness!

Still, I was tired having not slept much the night before (see yesterday's entry) and was starting to feel a little sick, like the Avian Bird Flu and SARS decided to get together and infect me. (Are SARS jokes still cool?) Do you have any idea how hard it is to miserate when you're wearing a shirt that says "I'm a little flower." and everyone who sees it laughs at you? :-P