so we ate at Green Basil tonite. thai food, yum yum. i've said it before, but i'll say it again, asian food is yummy. mmm...i would tell you to eat there, but you're only a diary. poor you, never to taste a bite of food in your life. which reminds me, i never showed you my "gingerbread" house pic. but i don't think i want to. talk about hideous. it woulda made you shudder. but your name kinda sounds like food anyway. sabicu dianella PLUMbago. it's...poetry to my ears. nothing left but fears. cry a thousand tears. i'll tell you how it sears. an image of the mirrors. haha, if you come from NY that last one doesn't rhyme! a lil too much of doc seuss as a kid? i think so.
well at the restaurant, i'm sorry to say i witnessed a guy getting stood up. and it sucked. i mean, not that i'm nosy or anything, but you can't help noticing it when a guy is sitting all alone at a table set for two, napkin in lap, hands folded, candles and all, and no one's sitting across from him. he was waiting there before we came in, and left after maybe half an hr. hm. he did eat a plate of food eventually. by himself. so i guess good dating strategy is, pick the person up beforehand. geez, how depressing. i think there's something truly (madly deeply, heh heh heh...rite) wrong w/ me in not actually wanting to date. which seems to be the only thing on everyone else's mind. maybe i'm just a born nun. only i'm not catholic. do they even have convents in...whoops. better not give away my location. after all, wouldn't want those stalkers who read the diary of three grls to get any ideas. the internet is a bad place w/ bad ppl. i hate conventional thought. it sucks. and i'm sounding juvenile. but i am a juvenile. so what the heck?
~G2~