The other day I was riding the train and I saw a boy that looked just like me. Well, he looked like a boy version of me. It was terrifying. Well, a cross between terrifying and TOTALLY HOT. I stared at him the whole ride. It was so awesome, it was like watching myself. I kept moving my hands like a mime, just to see if his hands would move too (they didn't). Finally, I had an outlet for my self-obsession other than this page.

To be honest, I think he was a little bit scared by my penetrating glance. I had already thought of a great pick up line,
"Hey, you want to go make clone babies?"
But before I got a chance to try it out, he dashed out the door in his checkerboard vans. Depressed.