This morning was pretty weird in art class.
First of all this weird guy has started sitting between Bailey and me in Drawing class. He talks to us some times but mostly he just mumbles...he never even draws...his project is still a blank grid. He wears a turtle shell around his neck. Hmm. Bailey and I don't know what to make of it. Does that dood have a crush on me or something? Is that why he shaved his head into a psuedo-mohawk?
After drawing class I had a good conversation with Bailey about my new concept for a restaurant. It will always be located near a HOOTERS, only it is for women to oogle at men. The name of this restaurant is DANGLERS. The male wait staff will wear very tight pants with a sock like thing over the crotch which will allow them to dangle. the "L" in the word 'danglers' will be a wang wang. We had a great time thinking of concept dishes to serve and the rest of the uniform for the dangler staff. Even a dangler dance, sort of like the marcarena dance craze.
Our terrific little reverie was interrupted by the cleaning lady. She grabbed his leg and grabbed my thigh and told us to wake up. We were awake, we were even talking. Bailey always swears that she is inbred and he wants to shoot her. That is a little harsh for my tastes.
Tonight is girls night out.
Happy birthday virginia.
when i'm away she never leaves the house
ckb
