Shortbus

I got on the bus early to go meet Brendon by the movies. The bus was packed and I had to stand. I glanced around quickly but kept my head down. I become interested by the two green peace guys standing near me and concentrated on their conversation about music. A woman was beside me and I moved aside to let her get off the bus. As she moved, I glanced up to look at the people behind her and to my surprise Brendon was staring back at me. All we could do is grin at each other. I bet I looked like a complete fool, grinning. He'd been watching me for some time, just waiting for me to glace up and notice him. It was one of those moments where the things and people around you just don't matter. I was fixed.
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Heheh, when I dyed my hair a sort of chocolate red I just looked so pale. Pale and sickly.
And somehow, I might be clumsier. =p
No no no, of course not a supermarket/petrol station. I wouldn't be able to life the stupid petrol thingys that attach to the cars. Damn. Good explanation. xDD I work at a cafe. Barista.
And you should have just dragged him into the bathrooms. =p Sex in public toilets is great. XD
Is that Catherine Zeta Jones? I remember him saying something about her once. And thinking 'typical males'. I guess at least he doesn't like Paris Hilton! =p
And yes, I hate my legs! Hate them hate them. But I've also got to the point when I don't like anything about myself. xX; Thank God I'm not stupid enough to revert back to my bullimic days.
Have started my folio and am sick of painting sewing machines and dresses! =p