I went skating and some lady on the bus said that I looked like some guy that was in a local band here in Santa Barbara. Then she started rambling about how she rode her bike to Kmart to buy some pillows. Other than that nothing cool happened. I was actually quite tired and wasn't skating too well. Oh, the bus driver complemented my brother's wolf shirt. It's a cool shirt. It's like a tiedye maroon reddish hippy kinda shirt with a picture of a wolf's head on the front... also the security guard that kicked us out of this one place had some cool tattoos. Actually they weren't that cool but I said, "cool tattoos." She flatly said, "thanks."
violently:
yeah exactly.
silvercharmer:
It's usually easier the second time around...