Semi-Stranger.


Walking (limping, but I'll get into that later) to Timmy's this morning, I saw a semi-stranger reading the newspaper and sipping on her coffee. From first glance, I knew who she was, the only thing was that she didn't know me. I was nervous, my palms were sweaty, my heart was pounding, I wanted to go over to introduce myself but I couldn't. What do I say? Do I tell her my name and sit down? Do I tell her she has a nice website? Or should I tell her I like her writing style. It's all very adolescent of me, I know (I'm such a pansy!). I contemplated for a few seconds, then decided against it just because it was too early in the morning for such psycho stalker-ish acts. After all, I read her blog and I know her from her writing, but I'm sure on some level, she would like to preserve her anonymity. So it was an interesting morning, albeit that I added some melodrama just for fun.

As for the limping, I really don't know the cause, it just hurts to walk... I'm quite innovative when it comes to getting hurt. I don't want to walk today, I want a piggie back ride!