sitting here waiting for my pint of guinness to settle and my 7.08 train to arrive.. listening to old standards on the juke. times like these I feel somewhat like a sane femalw holden caulfield. anyway I digress. only have had one sip and am entering bad salinger metaphors. all I know is I am happy (as opposed to holden) ... hot guy sitting to my right. blonde not red. guy on left freaking out because he's had one too many and missed hiis train. jeezuz. dark brooding loner guy with lance armstrong bracelet at end of bar just looked at me and smiled.
might just like my treo... heh. but think he's too far to see this gadget.
jackass ans wife tourists just took freaking guy's seat and are wearing red sox matching outfits ... god.
hot guy behind me... eh... hope not reading this. nice round irish head and just ordered a car bomb. love this. gonna go flirt for 4 min before my train
wait car bomb is like 24 forget it. I am not inthe mood to train them
::: plunked in on my treO:::
