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.
That was the story of my life... I always date the male version of me.
Christilina | August 1, 2002 11:06 AMI don't know what I'd do if I met a Petra version of myself, but I think homicide would be on the agenda, put the poor tubby thing out of her misery. By the way I'm happy about the way I look for the most part, I just think girls need hair!
Pete
Pete C | July 29, 2002 3:13 PM