Sunday
Every once in awhile, I come up with something that with a little polish could be in a stand-up comic's routine. Let's clean this one up a little: "Dating is like picking fruit: early on, you choose only the most attractive, appealing specimens. By the end of the day you're stuffing anything in your bag."
My bedroom had windows that opened out onto a sort of bunker-like portion of the roof, which made it very easy to get in and out and hang out up there. Suzanne and I laid on the roof, gazing at stars, and spotted a surprising number of shooting stars -- though I wondered at the time if we didn't start imagining them.
French's Mustard has an interesting imagination for what a band of dinosaurs would look like. Drums, guitar, singer, violin?
Monday
Who's Jenna and why do I have to tell her how much money I have?
I hung out with Gaby and her friend Krofty, Brandon and Suzanne and probably a few other people today. I only met Krofty a couple times, but she was bubbly and fun.
I can't believe I said Another Stakeout was a very good movie. My how my tastes have matured.
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