The Small Scenes..  

rm_sethethero 36
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12/14/2005 12:24 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The Small Scenes..

It's been a long time, I think maybe even 2 months or more, maybe three since I had been to the Acoustic Cafe (Bridgeport), and tonight I figured, what the hell. Wow what a weird experience, first this very strange older woman who must've baked every last brain cell decided to approach me and keep talking to me. I'm not sure if I could completely say she was trying to be rude or mean, I just think she didn't know who she was or what she was doing least for starters. Shortly after that I was in the middle of a conversation and this guy next to me started rubbing up on me...OK, first off that's just plain creepy, and second, fucking rude as hell. I tried to back away, but he seemed to be following me. WEEIRD! I met some cool people tonight, but man, I don't know why the weirdo s decided that tonight was their night and that I was the perfect victim.
Why can't I meet some nice, normal, well adjusted , FEMALE, perverts. At the very least they had good coffee.

Here, is a rubber duck.

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