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Diva
04-14-02, 08:14PM
<h3>My life as a sex idol. Sarcasm at 11....</h3>
I was trapped at the crosswalk with what must be the longest fucking light in the U.S. with this total moron. He starts off saying how much he likes my car.
&quot;You mean the dirty, dented used to be white thing? Yeah, it's pretty cool.&quot;
He tries again. &quot;You know, you can tell a lot about a person by how they treat their cars. You know what yours says about you, don't you?&quot;
&quot;I'm lazy and shopping carts hate me?&quot; At this point I'm practically offering him up as a sacrifice to the Light G-d.
&quot;No. Hahhah. It says you're not material. You're 'Earthy'.&quot;

&quot;Earthy? Isn't that another way to say simple? As in 'The blonde was earthy'?&quot; It's flashing! Yes!
&quot;Uh. No. It means real. Not phony.&quot;
&quot;Because I don't wash my car?&quot; I try to speed walk, but he's keeping up. I practically fly through the door, turn around and wham! I moosh my face into his chest.
&quot;You're quite fascinating. I'd love to talk some more.&quot;Fat chance. &quot;Sorry, I'm late for work.&quot; I jump into the elevator and turn to wave my 'kiss off' wave and he's standing beside me. At the last minute I say, &quot;Whoops! Forgot something!&quot; and hop off. At last, I can give my Princess Di kiss off wave. I was quite smug until the maintenance guy informed me that the elevators would be down for a fire drill and I'd have to take the stairs. Karma slaps me back again.