i am intrigued, as it says under current mood. I love people. They are so interesting. Take for example 'Steve,' the guy I met outside of Countryside Mall. Terrible teeth, rough hands, and the nastiest nails I've ever seen. He sat next to me on the curb and just started talking. It was interesting. I pretty much know his life story, now. His bicycle kick-stand wasn't working, and he spent half the 10 minutes I was there trying to balance his bike. I got frustrated and kicking up the stand, placed the bike against the curb, propping it up by its own pedal. A little trick my dad tought me. Heh. I saw him again, not two days ago, I was running out of the OrangeJulius side with a pretzel and Ryan- and he was stumbling into the mall. He shook my hand. Strong, firm grip, he has. And you know what? He hasn't made any crude or uncalled for comment in the total 14 minutes we've spoken. Now, I know what you're thinking- but I mean, coming from a random guy, that's priceless.