We met for lunch and you told me about the weekend. Your eyes were wide (but then they always are) as you launched into a tale of oddity.
It was your birthday weekend and you went to OC. There was a chick there (there always is). She seemed normal enough. That's why you never go out of town with people until you're absolutely sure that their elevator goes up to the top floor. You told me that she spent the ride over to dinner that first night as well as at the dinner table with her ipod buds in her ears jamming to her own music. At dinner? Say what!?!?
Okay, seriously, there are some pretty weird tickets in this town.
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I-Girl. That's what we named her. Tee Hee.
and they're wide because i have headlights for eyes.
*grins*
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