whats with that?
today my beautiful* friend peta and i went for a walk along the eastern coastline of sydney. its always a beautiful way to spend a few hours, with the added bonus of excercise kudos.
along the way, we happened upon two surfboard-yielding lads who said "hello" to us. we said "hello" back, and kept on our merry way. as you do.
apparently this was not the right way to handle the situation.
"stupid stuck up bitches. think they're too good for us, huh?" they commented as we passed by.
i think we were supposed to stop and spill our life stories to the boys, before stripping naked and giving them head.
how silly of us. we'll know better next time.
*and i don't mean this in the usual "all my friends are beautiful" way that most girls have when describing their other female friends no matter what they look like. she really is beautiful. i had a non-sexual crush on her for years before we were friends. and now i wonder why every boy she passes on the street doesn't crash into a pole after seeing her. and she's smart too. and really nice. oh dear, i think the crush is back.
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hooray, you're back. And still funny and dry with a pithy turn of phrase.
Now I'm trying to figure out how we can start being friends in a way that doesn't paint either of us as having stalker-like tendencies.
yay! you want to be friends too!
i thought you'd never ask.
perhaps you could come to sydney and we could go on a blind date. i'll be the one sitting in the corner with the constant scowl on my face.
or we could try this new thing all the kids are talking about. i believe its called "email".
what do you reckon?
I am moved beyond words to flash back and witness the early stages of wooing between you and Madame Fitsenheimer.
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