Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Freaks on Parade

Seriously, am I just a magnet for freaks. Two weeks ago, I meet a foot fetishist at the bar (creepy...I hate feet). Last week, a strange man sat at my table when Adrian and I were having dinner (because his female dinner companions were having a "Ladies Conversation"). Today, I accidentally dialed the wrong number, did not leave a message and the guy calls me back. Who does that? If the message isn't for you or if you don't recognize the number, you don't call back. Seriously.

Brighter note: Job interview tomorrow!


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