Was dressed as Lara Croft, guns and all, by myself watching Giants. Guy across the bar looks like Ron Livingston and I think, alright…I wouldn’t mind seeing what that’s about. But he had the hands of someone immature. He hadn’t really noticed me so I walked by, made sure his table got a look at my guns. Waited 3 minuted, then looked him in the eye and grinned. He tries to summons me and I’m like, I don’t get summoned. He asks if he can see my guns. This is all going according to plan right? Til he opens his mouth and he’s kind of a moron, talking about going to school “down south” (Santa Barbara) and he’s not even schmitty enough ro pull off the doucheyness. I excuse myself and go back to my corner, relieved. Then leave. So often, they were much cuter in your mind… Happy Halloween, Scorpio.

October 27th, 2012 | Comments Off on

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