Today, out of the blue, I get a phone call. It's James. James, my ex from like 5 years ago. He said he's been looking for me for years. He has done people searches and paid people to find me. It was completely weird. We met for coffee... and the first thing he said to me was 'god you're beautiful'. I'm completely freaking out at this point, and I dont know what to do. It was an...... interesting night.
I remember once after James and I had done the nasty, we went to the store to get 2 Faygos (we were both hugely into icp)... and the total came to 69 cents. And we both nearly fell to the floor laughing our asses off. And I remember when he first came over, we were wearing the same insane clown posse shirt... and he even remembered that i had a deicide shirt on under it (a deicide shirt... under an icp shirt.... man thats funny, now). I was surprised at all of the things he remembered from so long ago.
I'm picking him up and he's coming to trivia with me tonight.
Have to go to work now.