Tales of a Secret Rockstar

I'm so bored of little gods, while I'm standing on the edge of something large, while I'm standing here so close to You . . .

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

 
I've decided that for some reason I am only attractive to high school girls. I cannot for the life of me figure out why. But it seems that only high school girls like me. This, of course, is a problem. I came to this conclusion after a humorous Subway experience tonight. These two girls came in, and the girl who ordered the sandwich was into me. I could tell from the minute she started talking, because she didn't stop talking. She told me about how she works at Orange Julius in the mall, and how I should come by there and get an Orange Julius. I told her I don't like Orange Julius, because the idea of Orange juice in any kind of smoothie is repulsive to me. She told me about how the juice is fresh squeezed and how she picks out the moldy oranges herself. I proceeded to tell her (I desperately make conversation sometimes when I'm at work) how I was at the mall that day trying to buy a shirt. It was orange. It was on the sale rack at American Eagle. I didn't buy it because summer was almost over, or at least that's what I told her. She and her friend decided I could start the trend of wearing summer clothes in the winter. Little do they know I've already started the trend of wearing nothing in season ever. Anyways, I was hoping for a tip. I didn't get one.

Why am I only attractive to high school girls? I don't know. Maybe when I'm 26 I can be attractive to college girls. At this rate I'll marry someone when I'm 30. And that someone will be 22. Just like my dad and mom.

I should go back to Bible College. Maybe CBC. I hear they have wives there. I like wife.


Comments:
I tend to have a similar problem
 
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