You look at a person and do you ever really see who they are... No one knows that I'm dying inside... Does your spirit ever heal once it's been shattered so many times?
Sunday, October 27, 2002
Well, I am back from Tucson now, the drive home was actually pretty interesting. I met a guy named Robert. I was doing the "drive by & check out car next to me for hot guys" thing and I drove past his car. He's pretty cute. When I past him he came back up next to me to look again, then he held up his phone like he wanted my phone number. Funny enough, I had a sharpie Marker and Paper in my seat next to me. So I wrote it down and held it up when I past them again. Hahaha! doesn't that crack you up? Well About 30 miles later I am getting off on the exit for the Northbound I-17 and he passes me again, and his mom holds up a paper that said "stop at next exit" hehehe. right on. WellI talked to him for about 5 or 10 min at the Gas station. He is on vacation and he has an awesome accent. He's from Chezch...(shit, I can't spell it) anyways his family is on vacation to California for a week and he said he will call me on the way back. How cool is that! Well I have to work tomorrow. So I need to get to bed, somewhat, on time. Night. :)
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