I am sick of being stared at. Sick. of. it.
The Honeyman used to laugh because I don't like the attention, he found it odd. As a woman I am supposed to welcome any and all ogling? I've been hit on by enough old Mexican guys, thanks. ("Hey. Hey girl! Hey girl, where you from? Hey girl!") Uhhhh...
While out to eat recently I was stared at repeatedly by two tables full of scary foreign guys with strange smiles on their faces. Ick. So I sat facing away from them--I didn't want to see it anymore.
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I have had the songs from Little Shop of Horror stuck in my head all week. Granted, it may have something to do with the fact that I keep playing the CD. Hmmmm.
AJ: "You have the Little Shop of Horrors soundtrack?"
Sue: "Yeah. And Newsies, and...what was the other one you wanted? Anyway, so yeah... you should basically just worship me."
AJ: "I already do."
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