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2004-02-11 14:09:24 ET Man, I'm stuck with the family tonight. So I don't even get to listen to my music. I really don't understand the opposite sex... I had 3 different coworkers come and tell me some girls were asking about me at the front counter. Well each one came to me at about hour and a half apart. All I managed to get out of them was that they wanted my name and the next time I worked... One guy even asked who they were and if I could hook him up with the hot little goth chick... This was apparently news to him, I had no fucking idea who these people are! Is it really that hard to fucking ask to talk to me???? damn |
