Huh

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I went to an anatomy workshop today to do some nude figure drawing. I was totally sucking in the proportions department. I kept making the woman's lower legs too small. At least I didn't draw her off the page like I did last class. Ugh.

So afterwards I start chatting w/ this Indian guy who was in my workshop. We were walking back to the transit station and detoured to Starbucks, where he offered to buy me some coffee and I ordered a disgusting (it being a Starbucks and all) yet caffienated beverage. He was decent looking, a year or two older than me, fine arts major, not all that fluent in the English. I wasn't really all that attracted to him, but regardless I kind of like the idea of having a sex life and hey! Better looking than the last three guys who asked me out. He asked for my number. I gave it to him, then remembered that I lost my cell phone and gave him my e-mail.

So smooth I am, oh my God.

I may well have a date for Friday. With delicious, delicious Indian food that I don't have to pay for. I'll put on hot clothes and see if this is leading where I hope it's leading.

You know. To his penis.

My panties, they are so lonely.


Right then. Back to the vidding.

Comments

YAY! PENISESSS!!!!

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I ordered a disgusting (it being a Starbucks and all)

I love you just for this. You know that don't you?