Oh, lord, the most ridiculous things happen to me. Or rather, I tend to throw myself headlong into the most ridiculous situations without an apparent second thought.
I can’t even talk about this. It’s all too stupid. I am still recovering from having just viewed Death Bed: The Bed that Eats (the BEST FILM in the HISTORY OF CINEMA, see it immediately), and now is just not the time. But…who knew that sometimes maybe the missed connections actually kind of work, with potentially mortifying results?
Well, whatever.
Yours truly,
Ms. Xandra A., who probably shouldn’t go back to her favourite coffee shop anymore.
Whaaaaaaaat?
oh come on, details, sassy lady. we need details.
No fair. It can’t be worse than the Mr. Squishy incident.
Oh, nothing. It’s nothing. I posted this and the actual guy responded but I looked at his myspace page and he’s kind of douchey in real life, it turns out(primary proof of douchiness: having a myspace page). So really, nothing has happened.
Oh, and re: Mr. Squishy: Sam actually believed me last night when I told him that once I starred in an off-off-broadway production of Les Miz in which I played both Fantine and older Cosette. He only started to doubt me when I said that young Cosette was played by a puppy who did a mean version of “Castle on a Cloud.”
Sam sounds terrific. You must meet Betsy – I can get her to believe Mr. Squishy-esque things all the time, too. Life is good.
I am currently debating Missed Connection someone. He is working at a craft fair 5 minutes from my place, so if I wasn’t so awkward I could just go back there and ask him out. But I won’t.