There Is Indeed, No Loot, No Booze, Or Fun. (Aug 27, 2007)

Current mood:amused

So I'm sitting here painting, right? I have some Flogging Molly blaring unobtrusively in the background. Just hannging out on the couch painting.

And over the din, I hear a noise and look up sharply. (We all know I spook easily....) There's a dude outside, skateboarding on the driveway. No biggie. He's out there kind of allot. I amused myself the other day by making him paranoid. (He was out there skating and I walked out and sat down and just stared, smoking a cigarette. Eventually he got buggered up enough that he left.)

Anyway, I go back to my painting. Then, I damn near jump right out of my skin as he has now walked up and is now talking to me through the door. WTF, right?
Well, his name is Josh, apparently and he likes my music, and what am I up to, and he lives upstairs (at which point I asked if he wanted me to turn it down and was I bothering them) and oh, I'm so pretty, so on and so forth. 

Like wow. So, he's not exactly the hottest thing I've ever seen, but man, to walk up to someones DOOR and  mack, well that takes some testicles. He seemed a bit fruity, but over all fairly nice, I guess. He tried to give me his phone number and I wasn't havin' it. 

Anyway, I thought that was note-worthy. LMAO, btw.....