remember how i told you about flirting with a waitress in a bar, being a punk with my cousin? well, the chick remembers me. you see, i was sitting in a public space in the big city that i am currently living in, reading the recent copy of ms. magazine (an aweful article about how men in india are using acid to burn faces of women who “wrong them” by not marrying them or letting them have second wives)…. anyhow, i was reading and she comes up to me. “remember me?” she asked. of course i remembered her. i grinned, half out of embarrassment for being completely sober and running into the woman that i flirted with in a drunken stupor and half for the fact that she remembered me.

i laughed for the rest of the nite.

later that evening, after mexican, 2 of my friends and i went to a local urban outfitters and purchased this book called all about me and wrote for 70 pages all the details about ourselves, from what we look for in a friend to our past to our dreams, to whether we prefer hot or cold. it was quite cute, although my one friend was less than appreciative because she said it reminded her of all of her faults.. that was sad.