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Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
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8:50a - steinmart: jacket, pants, earrings
i ran into the father of a friend on sunday shopping with his new wife, me with no money. he was as polite as ever and lied through his teeth when he told me i looked great. but he's the (smart)type who just looks right through you, so maybe he didn't even notice my dirty-ass hair, mouse-tittied house sweater (don't know why i let it leave the house), and grungy pants that were intended for pep boys' eyes only, but i couldn't stand that waiting room any longer and there just happened to be that old, snotty, lady store across the street honing in on my weakness to shopping, so i caved.
he and i chit-chatted briefly. long enough for me to realize he didn't remember seeing me maybe two months prior, understandable, i suppose, he's a busy important guy. i couldn't help wondering, however, whether or not he volunteered to accompany his wife, or whether or not seeing me, someone else/anyone else, may have been the highlight of his shopping excursion, and maybe that was why he seemed disappointed when i told him the shoe aisle was screaming my name so i had better skedaddle. i hope not.
post script: i haven't had a carcinogen cylinder in three months!
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