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Alright, so yesterday some random guy asked me out... but the story is mildly creepy. I was walking to the T from work and stopped at the branch of the BPL down the street to use the loo. As I was walking out of the building, this guy walked out after me and started talking to me about how fast I walk (and holy crap am I sick of strangers feeling like they can comment on my walking style- I've got short legs so I overcompensate. Jeez. Plus I'm usually trying to escape the filthy crush of humanity that is the sidewalks of Boston). So he said he saw me walking way up the street and I beat him here even though he was driving. He asked where I worked and what I did, blah blah, all the while I'm trying to put my IPod headphones back on and get away. Then he asked if I wanted to get lunch some time. Being a quick thinker, I said "uh, I don't take lunches." So anyway, he finally went away, but it leaves me wondering... did he stop at the library to follow me? 'Cause I was in there for all of 2 minutes to pee, and if he was driving down the street when I was walking down, why would he stop at the library for 2 minutes and leave exactly when I did? Hmmm. So anyway, while it's kind of an ego boost to know I've still got it, I'm vaguely creeped out.

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I have more to babble about 'cause I'm at work and it's oh so quiet and boring here.

Last night I saw a guy wearing a shirt that says "Girls don't poop." I need that shirt. Well, one of my own, not his.

Portastatic is a very under-rated band, the song Taking You With Me is beautiful.

Had an excellent time at the Allston dive bar scene last night, I had no idea it was so late until Drew kindly pointed out that if we didn't go home, dragging my ass to work this morning would be painful. It still was, but not as nearly as much as it could have been.