Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. After crying hysterically over spilt milky tea I realised that my calm self-asured response to revision was, in fact, utter bullshit. I am sad to say that I abandoned my sympathetic friends in favour of retail therapy. A push-up bra and matching underwear later, I happened to spot a new addittion to Edinburgh's culinary circuit. Yes, we are now the proud owners of a TGI Fridays. Yes, it may be an anonymous chain of faux-American restuarants, but they do a mean Sea Breeze. In fact, thet do several. So there I was, sweaty and tear-stained, still wobbly and emotional, gobbling truffles as I perused the menu. The *nicest* fucking waiter in the history of humanity happened to stop by my table. Lanky, geeky, with green hair and an American/Candadian accent, his first words were: 'Oh, sweetie? Are you OK? You look like you could use a drink.' Two cocktails, a Jack Shrimp (tm) and vanilla cheesecake later, he was reassuring me how much I knew about Celtic Civilisation, that of course my new bra wouldn't make my boobs look funny and that student loans were meant for spending. I accept that he may have had a slight ulterior motive for the latter, but my blissful, cheesecake-induced stupor made me on the verge of proposing. I was still a little shaky when I left, but I'm attributing that to the alchohol. Mr. Groovy Waiter Guy, I salute you. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower