I suppose I should try to appease Dannie by talking about this blind date I had today. Dannie & Kim kidnapped me and locked me in a school bathroom and did my makeup. It looked baddish. So I was like "hey let's put sharpie in my hair too!" eh, what the hell? So we went to the pizza place by Central Market and they left because they weren't a part of the date or anything. So I met up with Jeremy and we went inside and sat down and talked for about an hour, and then got some pizza and such. I bought a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper and the guy wanted to scan the barcode, but I didn't realize that for a minute and was guarding the Dr. Pepper (which I was cradling in my arms) with my life. ^.^ While we were eating, he had meat lovers pizza, which is canadian bacon and pepperoni with bacon all over the top of it. I had pepperoni. My pizza was all greasy and his wasn't, so he "proved" that meat lovers with extra bacon is healthier than pepperoni because of all the grease. I was like, "no, because grease isn't bad for you... but it does cause pimples which are bad for your sex life." He got all confused so I think I won. Heh. The grease from my pizza soaked through 2 plates to the table though, and his had none, so I'm beginning to wonder. Anyway we sat around and talked more, and after drinking half of my 2 liter, I refilled it with pepsi from the drink machine. Hehehe. The people there don't care. They're pretty cool about free refills. Then we took the metro up the street and argued about how much is a mile. I was wrong. But in my reality I was right, and always am. This is something Jeremy and I have in common (our own little worlds... and he's got the t-shirt to prove it, though I was too poor to get the damn shirt... he has good taste in shirts. and pants). So we went back to his place (he forgot to put the bike rack up on the bus, and the bus driver honked at him, heh). I played with his mom's boyfriend's dog, and had the strangest thought - something along the lines of the phrase "lesbian sex with the dog." Dogs are soft and would be nice for lesbian sex... I mean, hi. *cough* Anyway we hung out for a while there, but at 6:30 I was thinking "oh shit I'll get my ass kicked for staying out past dark" and left. Which is sad because my grandma didn't get home for another 3 hours after that. Most fond memory of today: laying on a pile of his clothes and thinking about stealing them while he showed off his demented clown outfit & NIN was playing in the background. Favorite thing about Jeremy: he's even more of a pyro than me. Least favorite thing: he smokes XP <-(mr. yuck) I didn't flirt much, which was odd. It was nice though, because we had intelligent(ish) conversation and kind of got to know each other. In conclusion, DRUGS ARE BAD. But know this: I am a hypocrite. You, also, are a hypocrite. Oh, and apparently Jeremy had a good time too, so that's cool. He's a masochist. & I'm a sadist. Isn't that cute? Well I think it is. So pah. ~ Liz-Beth